The Tiberius J. Swann Education Facility

Who: Cissy, Frankie and Vinnie
When: 6pm
Where: Cissy's Room
What: Cissy has a bomb to drop.

Nervous. That was one word that could describe Cissy rather well right now. She was nervous about this. She was nervous about how they would respond, especially Vinnie, and nervous about just... telling a part of her family, making it all more real, official. Granted, telling Frankie and Vinnie wasn't going to be nearly as difficult as telling her father would be, but that didn't mean she was looking forward to any part of it really, or, well, she was, but she wasn't.

Cissy kept glancing at the clock as she sat there on her bed, chewing her lower lip at first before she resorted to chewing her nails. Her foot kept tapping against the floor until she finally shifted, folding both legs underneath her indian style upon the bed. Of course, it was only a moment or two after that that she heard a knock on her door which nearly made her jump right out of her skin.

On her feet in a hurry, Cissy practically ran to the door, flinging it open with such force that it nearly bounced off of the wall behind it. "Hey!" Her cheeks were flushed slightly and she was practically glowing and then it hit her and all the color left her face. "Come in. Sit. Be right back." That was all she could get out before she had to take off across the hall to the bathroom. Why did they call it morning sickness when it happened all day long?

Who: James and Lloyd
When: 3pm
Where: Lloyd's Office
What: It's time for James' weekly therapy session.

He wasn't going to go. But at the last minute, at around fifteen till, James discovered that his footsteps had led him towards the good doctor's office and he supposed that, subconsciously, that meant he had changed his mind. It was exactly three when he made his way to the door and knocked upon it three times, each rap of his knuckles loud and deliberate. He then pushed the door open and walked in, closing the door behind him before he strolled over to have a seat in the chair opposite of Lloyd who sat behind his desk.

"So I'm here." He announced, his blue eyes searching those of the other man though his jaw was set in that usual way that indicated his current state of near hostility, nothing unusual for James, though he wasn't really annoyed with Lloyd as much as he was annoyed with himself for coming here in the first place. "Now what?" A brow arched slightly, his words seeming almost like a challenge of some sort of or another. But a conversation with James was always challenging in its own way.

Who: Calvin, Ciri, Tad
When: 7Pm
Where: The new Kelley apartment
What: Calvin has a gift to give Tad

In light of moving, and the holidays approaching, Calvin was not only in a fantastically cheery mood, but he was feeling amazingly generous. Earlier that morning a moving van had rolled up to the school and Calvin had told the men with the large box filled with wooden panels that he had help and would be fine getting the object up the stairs. They left and Calvin lifted the item by himself, steadying it with his hands as his telekinesis carried the box up the stairs to the apartment. While both Ciri and Tad had been out of the apartment, Calvin had worked as quickly as he could on his lunch break. When he'd run out of time and had to resume work he locked the door to Tad's new bedroom behind him. A note was left reading, "Surprise inside! Do not open!" so Tad would not get too terribly angry.

After work he returned to the apartment to greet his wonderful wife with kisses, and a warm hair shake. "How was your day?" he asked of them while putting dinner together. "Do anything exciting today? I learned that, apparently, cherry bombs can blow up in a toilet. But my day was boring as all get out. Please, please, please tell me you two did something fun!" Smiling, he sat on the kitchen counter while waiting for the meal to cook on up. After he served the two he'd be returning to work in the bedroom. He really hoped Tad would enjoy his early Christmas gift.

"Ah! Ciri, before I forget. I was thinking this weekend we could all decorate the Christmas tree? I got a fake one at the store so we don't have a mess when we're done." And so they didn't have to cut down a perfectly wonderful tree for the sake of a holiday.

Who: Peyton and Wesley
When: Wednesday evening
Where: Peyton's room
What: Princess Pey Pey needs healing (NOT of the sexual variety, pervs)

Peyton hated going to the infirmary. She took issue with medical stuff in general because of her father. The asshole was always running some test or another on her when she was a child, and she was constantly forced to donate blood, plasma, even had a fucking spinal tap done! Asshole. It was no wonder she hated doctors and healers. She was also slow to trust people, especially when it came to something like holes in her neck. For starters, what if Wesley made it worse? And then there was the issue of him maybe ratting out Lyle. But Jonah said Wes wouldn't, and for some reason, Pey believed the guy.

She paced her toxic waste dump of a room as she waited for Wes to arrive. Maybe asking him to come see her wasn't the greatest idea, because other girls in the hall might see him and spread rumors. Though, it would probably be of the sexual variety, and that didn't bother her all that much. Lyle would know that she wasn't fucking Wes, and that was all that really mattered. People could gossip.

When she heard the knock, she jogged over and answered it, pulling Wesley inside without so much as saying hello. "Let's get something straight. You are NOT allowed to tell anyone about this. If you do, I'll know, and I'll fucking kick your ass. We clear?"

Who: Jacob and Meike
What: Meike has a certain kind of touch...
Where: Jacob's apartment
When: After dinner

Meike had  had a decent welcome to the school.  It seemed like it wouldn't be a boring assignment, either.  Plenty of intrigue, and trouble.  The good kind of trouble.  She certainly wasn't the typical ancient school of the dark arts kind of librarian.

After dinner, she headed over to Jacob's apartment as promised.  She was wearing what she had worn to work - tweed slacks from a nice suit, grey dress jacket, and a teal shimmery shirt with a a ruffle at the neck and chest.  Oh, and brown leather boots.  Don't forget the boots.  If there was one thing she was, she was always professionally dressed.  And while she might have walked the border, she was always professional, too.  No flirting with students or staff on the clock, but off the clock was totally different.  And legal was never negotiable.

Knocking at the door, Meike waited for Jacob to answer.  She had brought some tools in case the little machine needed a checkup, but she doubted it.

Who: Hope and Fisher
What: Drinking
Where: Hope's Apartment
When: Wednesday night
Rating: TBD

It was a mess. Fisher was a mess, his life was a mess. Everything was falling to shit and he only had himself to blame for it. Why had he fucked up so badly? Why had he lied to James, and gone to Boston, and fucking gotten high? What the hell was he doing to himself? Now James was interested in someone else, another fucking man for Gods sake! What the hell was going on? He didn't even know anymore.

So he was going to drink. He had already destroyed himself, what was a little more? At least he was killing himself responsibly. He'd asked Hope to drink with him because he knew she wouldn't let him do too much damage. She'd come to pick him up, he'd popped a few Tylenol to kill off the remainder of his fever (because drugs were a good mix with liquor), wrapped himself in a thermal shirt and a sweatshirt and climbed into her car, not even looking back at the school. He didn't say much on the ride, answered questions as presented. It felt weird to have Hope being his support again, since they had barely spoken to one another.

Hope's apartment was beautiful, and Fisher was genuinely impressed. "Holy shit," he said, looking around. "And Blake left you- and this- for a vampire in a teacher apartment?" He plopped himself on the couch, smiling. "Dumbass." He watched Hope expectantly, waiting for her to pull out the liquor.