The Tiberius J. Swann Education Facility

Who: Finn and Lucas
What: Meeting and fixing things.
Where: Lucas's Dorm
When: Afternoon

Seemed something was bound to break at some point. After all, it was a large school and he seemed to be super handy man. His job was a relief though. It kept him busy, body and mind, so he wasn't all over the place with nothing to do at least. He didn't wear the usual janitorial jumpsuit. Last thing he needed was someone throwing a Michael Myers mask at him and completing the whole look. Besides, he was Freddy Kruger. With his bag of tools thrown over a shoulder, a thick and worn pea coat keeping him warm while he jogged the cleared sidewalks to the older students dorms. A broken sink was bringing him to the dorms this time around. Everything was updated, but every now and then there were pieces that needed fixing. Like a sink that is clogged with God knows what. Eck.

Making his way up the stairs, he slid his pack off his shoulder before shedding his coat. A name badge was hanging around his neck to make sure that everyone knew he was staff and that he was okay. He'd had a few freak outs, but nothing major. He was painfully aware of what the majority of the student body thought of him and he didn't care. Finn was there to do a job and make sure that he got his life back on track. Not to make it seem like he was a normal, well balanced man. Besides, who was these days? Grabbing up his pack and coat, he shifted and knocked on the door.

"Maintenance," he called.

Who: Lyle and Nox
What: Getting yelled at
When: Late afternoon
Where: Lyle's apartment
Rating: PG 13 (pretty lame for a fight)
Note: Aimscene

( You fed me pot! )

Who: Nico and Lyle
When: Afternoon
Where: Student Art Gallery then Lyle's Apartment
What: Deals are made

Deciding that he needed to get out of the apartment more, because Nox lived two doors down and he was probably going to be banging down the door unless Lyle made some kind of effort to socialize, the young vampire was wandering himself around campus to the various places he had never been. Some places, he hadn't gone to for good reason- they were boring as fuck. But some were okay, like the pump house in back (apparently teenagers thought this was an awesome makeout place) and the weird little art gallery that was stuck down a random hallway in the educational building. Some of the stuff was crap, really flowery and overly perfect and obviously done by amateurs. But one thing in particular, a very odd house on a spoon, caught Lyle's eye. It was weird. Really weird. And he liked weird these days.
( He'd definitely had worse dates before. )

Who: Garret and Rocky
What: Meeting in a bar
Where: Someplace in Boston
When: Evening
Rating: NSFW

It had been an obscenely early morning, filled with hasty decision and walking back to campus, calling a cab and packing things all before six. At the time it had felt cowardly, like he was skipping out on his family but by the time he checked into the hotel and laid himself out on the massive bed in the penthouse suite, Garret just felt... free. Calm. Like shackles had been broken, like he had been tethered down under water and he was free now. He could just leave and never look back if he wanted, even though in his note he'd promised he'd come back. There was more he'd wanted to say, needed to say, but it was left unsaid. And right now, it didn't matter. He'd needed to leave his life behind for a little while, and his family he was sure needed a break from him as well. He hadn't been himself, he'd had a dark cloud overhead, and surely none of them wanted to deal with that crap anymore. What good was he to them if he had nothing to offer?

So he had gotten away. And after sleeping most of the day, then ordering room service and showering and shaving and watching a game without someone (ie Max) leaping on his lap or making noise or trying to take over the couch, Garret felt like he hadn't felt in a long, long time- Good. No guilt, no pressure, no worries, just... himself. And he dressed to impress for his night out, because he was going to live his life the way he used to, before Mal and Rorie, hell before Lloyd even. Maybe he wasn't cut out for family life, even if it was an onconventional family. He was going to find out.

The bar was pretty slow, but that was no surprise considering it was Monday. Still, there were plenty of gorgeous people here, the women in particular. Most of the men here were with a date, but there were flocks of girls about looking for someone to take an interest. All except one lone redhead, who was off in a corner and seemed completely disinterested in the rest of the place. Smirking, Garret made his way over, determined to win her over with his charm. The closer he got, though, the more clear it became that this wasn't just some girl. This was a very familiar girl with a very familiar scowl, a family heirloom it seemed because all the McCafferties had identical ones. "Hey, little red," he said smoothly, sliding up beside her and flashing his bright, perfect grin. "Why the long face?"