The Tiberius J. Swann Education Facility

Who: Blake and Godric
Where: Blake's apartment
When: late on Tuesday Evening
What: Godric feels the pain of Hope being 16 again, and needs some comfort
Rating: NSFW.

Godric had thought that the pain in his chest was because of the potion, because of the sudden changing of every strand of DNA in his body, changing him from human to vampire once again. But when it stayed fir an hour after, then two, he thought maybe it was regret, it was having given up a human life, skipping over the posibility to relive himself as a human. He could have voided out all the years in the den, instead growing up somewhat normal. But the ache inside him didn't lessen, instead it grew worse, tightness cinching around his heartnlike iron belts. He couldn't understand it, and he couldn't shake it, until the next day when he researched everything he had missed on the school's journal community, and then he knew exactly what it was. Hope. Hope was no longer his childe, and she had no intention to be anymore. And the worst of it was, he couldn't really blame her. Her life had not turned out like she'd wanted it to, and he knew she was unhappy. And even though this feeling of loss, this huge hole in his heart was all consuming and felt like it was burying him, crushing him, he knew he wouldn't try to change her mind. Even in her youth, she was an adult, and she saw the consequences to her actions, made a careful decision and was going to stick to it. He respected her for it, but it didn't make the loss feel any less soul shattering.

( It took him one second to step back and wordlessly welcome the vampire inside. )

Who: Blake and Garret
Where: G's house then out in town.
When: Sunny Sunday afternoon.
What: Nondate!

Blake liked to drive, it relaxed him. So although he was keen to go and be a gentleman and whisk Garret away from his own front door, when he arrived at Garret's house he gave a sharp 'pap pap!' of his horn with the window rolled down to wave at him when he arrived. He wanted to keep driving, speeding away with the only freedom he felt he had. Though he felt disappointed about Ric he wasn't entirely sure why. He wasn't sure about a lot of things, like why he was also quite disappointed that Hope had made this man who everyone deemed bad for people to make any advances.

He'd told himself it wasn't a date, and it wasn't, and that he wouldn't want anything, and he didn't. But it didn't mean that it wouldn't be welcome from someone. If anyone was able to allow Blake to forget about himself it was Garret, and Blake hoped he could do the same in return.

Who: Blake and Ric.
When: Monday night at 9pm
Where: Blake's apartment and then 'out'
What: The date!

There was great anticipation for Blake as he put on the news and began to get ready. At around 7pm the nerves had started to intensify. This request had been out of the blue. He hadn’t expected to be asked out on a date whatsoever but apparently agreeing to a date with Garret was enough to force Godric into taking action against it.

He’d decided on what to wear: the brown blazer with the dark blue shirt and jeans. But what shoes? Trainers or shoes, something nice to wear... shit he was thinking too much about this but he just wanted to present himself as nicely as possible for their first date. As far as he was aware it was their first date, in any case because he could not remember anything before this and so to him, this counted. His hair was not really styled because he liked it ruffled and fetchingly unkempt. Looking in the mirror for the fortieth time that day, Blake stroked down his shirt and then decided firmly on the trainer-like shoes he was going to wear.

Godric was not normally tardy but the demon had a feeling the vampire would need to psyche himself up for this one. Taking a deep breath Blake busied himself with making tea in the kitchen with no intention of drinking it.

Who: Blake & Ric
Where: BGH
When: Sunday afternoon.
What: A list, a talk, an opportunity.
NOTE: This was done originally intended OOC but we liked it and the outcome it created. Think of it as you will as a dialogue scene...

( You know.... once day you will be the death of me. )

Who: People at the BGH
When: Evening
What: Thanksgiving!
Where: The BGH

Thankfully Jonah had gotten things started long before Cissy had arrived to help him finish up dinner. It was going to be a beast what with so many different guests arriving. The two cooks were going all out. There was going to be turkey and ham, stuffing, mashed potatoes and gravy, green bean casserole, cranberry sauce, deviled eggs, pumpkin pie, all the basic staples of a great Thanksgiving dinner.

Guests were set to arrive at five, but dinner wasn't going to be ready until six in spite of Jonah getting a head start. There was just too much to be done! But Cissy had ensured that the bar was well-stocked so that people could enjoy drinks while they waited for dinner. Hopefully tonight would go off without a hitch. It was certainly going to be interesting to say the least.

[Note: I figured we could use this to do any sort of mini-scenes we wanted pre-dinner and then end it with people sitting down to eat.]

Who: Blake & Penny
Where: the library
When: Monday
What: Mandy ordered him to go seek out Penny. Stupidly, he's following that order.

Witch, lesbian looking, quiet. That was all Blake knew about Penny and all anyone apparently knew whatsoever. He didn't know exactly why he was going through with this, perhaps because he was intrigued that an actual witch was in his midst and he hadn't noticed. Now he was going to. Armed with stronger control of his powers and a little bout of nerves, Blake strode into the library on a mission.

Except he didn't know where exactly to find the target. He supposed he'd head across to the witching section to see if there was anything there. Except he didn't know where that was... heading to the information desk he looked around, scratching at his stubble before turning to the woman heading it. "Hello," he smiled brightly, "I was wondering where I could find the books on magic?"

Who: Blake and Godric
What: Making things clearer
Where: Blake's apartment
When: Evening
Rating: TBD


This was exactly the kind of scenario that Godric had hoped to avoid, but he knew that it was inevitable. Blake had every right to know the truth, much as Godric didn't want him to, and there were other people in the school that would not have the tact not to mention something so private. People like Blue Bergeron, evidently. It had been nice while it had lasted, but now Godric was on his way to Blake's place, to answer his questions and essentially ruin their friendship again.

Laptop bag slung over his shuolder, fresh from his office, the vampire paused outside the door to the apartment. This was the place that had started it all, his friendship with Blake, their romance, their first kiss. It was all behind that door. He could almost hear the memories whispering inside. Straightening himself, he knocked, knuckles rapping three times quickly. If he could look at this as more business, and less personal, it would be okay. Blake hated when he did that, but the alternative wasn't something he could handle right now.

Who: Blake and Godric (and Wes and Mandy a tad)
What: Drinks and a Movie
Where: The BGH
When: Evening
Rating: PG 13

Blake dismissed his nerves of the impending evening with Ric and go as merely adjusting to this life once again, regarding the house for a moment before he took the remaining steps up to the front door. He was worried Mandy would not like his gift. That Wesley would see tonight as a time to make good on his promise from a while back that he was “gonna gitcha one day, hot boy”. Those were just factors. He was, by no means, worried that he would be in Ric’s company because of what Mini Wesley had informed him. He had not, not at all, been thinking of the scenarios that Mini Wesley had put into his head. It was this denial that helped him push his nerves down, though to whoever opened the door he was the pinnacle of calm and quite bright in his mood, dressing as comfortably as possible in a fetching t-shirt and jeans, matched with a blazer.

The moment Wesley heard the doorbell he jumped up and down like an excited schoolkid if only to piss off Ric and clapped his hands. “He’s here, oh my Godric he’s here!” The voice was lispy and girly, the look he shot Ric being one akin to Bambi when he saw his mate for the first time. Using the living room as a skipping track Wesley continued to bother his vampire friend. “What are you gonna say? That you looove him? That you want his body? Oh my God, what if he asks you out! Is this helping?”

( First, I thought I would say 'Hello', then invite him inside and ask him how his day has been. Then, if I am feeling bold, I will offer him something to drink. )

Who: Blake & Ric
Where: BGH
When: Monday Evening
What: Blake wants to surprsie
Rating: Probs PG or R for swearing.

Blake had showered, chosen his nice clothes, even styled his hair but the one thing he didn't have in his staff apartment was a damn razor. He had no idea why he was taking so much time in his appearance but he was anyway. He was planning to surprise Ric with his return and he needed to not look like a yeti. Maybe Ric would have a razor at the house? It was strange how his memory of the place was so fuzzy. Having made sure he was presentable he then exited his apartment and got in his car, following instincts that lead him straight to Ric's front door.

It felt odd. It felt great, too. He had missed this place, the people so very much. Striding to the front door he announced his arrival with a rap of the knuckles and stepped back, bottle of whisky behind him in his hands, as he awaited an answer.

Who: Blake & Hope
Where: Hope's office.
When: Monday night.
What: Blake returns from Peru and wants to say hello
Rating: dunno

It was odd being back in an English-speaking environment. Every building was tall, trees were surrounded by concrete. To be honest it was just odd being back in the earthbound world because as far as Blake was aware, he'd been floating around his subconsciousness and another level where there was no form. An odd experience, one which he didn't remember much of but he could remember the feeling of weightlessness. Boston was a little bit of a culture shock for numerous reasons.

Though he had a heavy rucksack, typical of a traveller, he hadn't shaved and he was for all intents and purposes, looking a bit rough, Blake knew that the moment he arrived there was only one place he wanted to go. He had promised that he would visit her, and so almost two hours after landing he returned to TJS, straight to Hope's office. He did not know how she would react. He didn't even know where he'd be staying this evening but that would be sorted later.

Knocking softly, having a feeling she would be in there, Blake then took it upon himself to enter, peeking around the door. "Hello."

Who: Hope & Blake
Where: Hope's bedroom
When: Late night/early morning
What: Blake appears to be the ghost of September Present. Or something.
Rating Probably PG

Though it was dark there was no question it was Hope's bedroom that Blake had managed to settle in. While his body remained back in the tribe's tents of Peru his mind and image appeared as Hope slept. Maybe it was odd, him coming here in the dead of night, but as he'd been meditating for an unknown amount of time he had no clue what time of day it was even in the camp let alone back in Danvers. He had saved up a lot of energy to project himself here, because with the next stage of his apparent 'lessons' he wasn't sure exactly how well he would recover.

Nor was he quite sure what he was meant to be doing here other than saying a possible silent farewell, or committing the moment to memory. Either way he stood quietly by the window, watching her sleep like a creepy hologram.

Who: Peyton and Blake
When: Wednesday night
Where: Peru... sorta
What: Peyton connects with Blake in a dream

Peyton ate a light dinner then took some time to sit in her bunk at the hostel and read. This was the routine since her arrival Saturday. She'd spend her days roaming, looking for Blake or anyone who might have seen him, then she'd find a place to crash for the night. The other part of her routine was what happened as she fell asleep, but Peyton was far less practiced on this. She was fairly confident that she was capable of astral projection, and damn near sure that's what she'd been doing while locked up in her father's lab, but doing it now without all the drugs and wanting to target a person to visit rather than a place, she was struggling.

Tonight, like all the other nights, Peyton fell asleep with a photo of Blake and the telescope he gave her in her hands. She cleared her mind of all thoughts except him, focusing as hard as she could on his image, hoping she could connect with him in her dreams. But unlike the other nights, it worked this time. As she entered REM sleep, flashes of Blake's face came to her. He wasn't sleeping, but he didn't seem totally conscious either.

Her voice always sounded so strange in this state of being, but she called out to him anyway. "Blake? It's Peyton. I need your help."

Who: Hope and Blake
When: Sunday Evening
What: The two bump into one another prior to Blake's departure.
Where: TJS grounds
Rated: TBD

Today had been the day from hell. It had started out stressful with the posters, and then it had just continued to be a source of stress as they day moved forward, what with the whole mafia thing going on with one of her students and another of her students and a member of her staff, who happened to be a close friend of hers, having officially become murderers. It was... trying. And she was definitely feeling the weight of the stress from the day.

And the day wasn't even done yet. She still had more paperwork to get done before the evening was out just to ensure that safety of the students at the school, which of course took precedence over her need for relaxation. So after leaving the infirmary, having spoken to both Finn and Rez about her intentions, she started back toward the building with all the offices so she could get that squared away and head home for the night.

Aside from being stressed, Hope was also distracted, caught up in the list inside her head of things that needed to be done, which prevented her from paying full attention to what was going on around her. And this was why, as she rounded a corner, her sternum was met with a hard bump, and a glance up to see who or what had impeded her progress took her breath as she came face to face with the one departing staff member she had been trying for over a week to avoid.

Who: Godric and Blake
Where: BGH
When: Weds evening, around 10pm
What: An awkward encounter after days of avoidance
Rating: TBC

Since the saga with Hope on Sunday and the general unrest he'd been experiencing, Blake now sat in his room, staring at the wall. He didn't know how he'd gotten to that point all he knew was that nothing interesting ever happened to the scarf he'd left dangling from the wardrobe out and that the small stuffed teddy bear he'd have for years never really moved like the Toy Story movies displayed. His sisters had left several voicemails on his phone none of which he'd replied to. If they expected him to explain the whole situation and invite them to stay over, arrange a whole stay and outings for them they were nuts. Moreso than usual.

Giving up on the nothing in his room Blake decided he wanted some milk. Or pretzels. Or those little things you put in the toaster that had fruit or chocolate fillings in. The house was quiet and he didn't meet anyone on his way down nor when he entered it. Such a large family kitchen empty. It felt almost hollow. Shame, really. Making himself a pot of tea and finding out where the damn box for the tarty pops was, Blake minded his own business, getting his late night snack in a quiet and tired manner.

Who: Blake, Mandy, and iddy biddy Grant
When: Monday afternoon.
Where: Airport, then elsewhere.
What: Mandy's arriving in Danvers and has asked Unkie Blake to pick her up.

Blake was on time at the airport, having parked his car in the spaces available. He stood around the arrival lounge, checking his phone to see any updates from anyone else who wanted to speak to him which was... nobody. So he ended up just playing snake and passing the time of being early, awaiting Wesley's daughter. The healer, who had no idea his dearest girl was even arriving in the same state today. It was clearly very messed up.

He'd thought about having a sign but that would probably be more Wes-like than she wanted. At least it wouldn't have "Mandy 'HOT DAUGHTER' Keller" on there.

Who: Hope and Blake
When: Friday Night - 10pm and Beyond
Where: The Black Rose - Boston, MA
What: Drinks
Rated: TBD

After much debate on what to wear tonight, Hope had decided to go with a nice red cocktail dress. It seemed appropriate enough for the occasion and, more importantly, it made her feel sexy, which was definitely a good thing. It was tasteful and yet sexy at the same time, just like she was, or just like she wanted to be at least. With a little light makeup and a quick up-do, she was ready, or as ready as she was going to be for this, though she had one very important stop to make before arriving at the bar.

Hope had picked The Black Rose for a reason. She knew that, just down the street, there was a den, and she had purposefully scheduled her meeting with Blake just late enough that she could stop by and have a quick sip before heading to the bar. This was a good idea for a few reasons. For one, she wouldn't be as tempted to bite Blake if she'd just fed, and for two, feeding put a bit more color into her cheeks and a bit more warmth into her skin which she hoped he would appreciate. And if not, well, she should be used to disappointment where Blake was concerned.

Hope's side trip had taken just a little bit longer than she had anticipated, and it was a few minutes after ten when she finally stepped foot into the bar, cheeks flushed with the rush of life and her hair a bit messy. Eyes scanned the place in search of her companion. Blue. It was such a good color on him. Of course it was a bit darker than she generally preferred, still, he looked handsome. But didn't he always?

"Sorry I'm late." This is how she chose to announce her arrival, accompanied by the faint scent of her perfume and shampoo which she should hope he would remember. "I hope you've not been waiting long," she added as she moved to take a seat.

Who: Blake and Ipsy
Where: BGH and then.... a fancy doodle place
When: Evening of Friday
What: Ipsy has asked Blake out on a date. Blake does not know this.
Rating: ???

Though Ipsy had mentioned this outing would be fancy, Blake wasn't in the fancy mood. He spent about ten minutes staring at the contents of his wardrobe before he realised he wasn't even noticing the clothes inside. Blinking away the fog in his vision Blake stuck in a hand on the rack and picked out the first shirt he came to. It was a light brown, smart fitting with a few little bits of subtle gold embroidery around the hems. Then the jacket - a black blazer, quite smart for going out but still able to be casual - and his trousers which were pressed and black to match. It was in danger of looking a little drab so he put on bright cufflinks. Who said he never made an effort?

So pre-occupied was he that he didn't have time to think of what this meant, nor the conversation with Ipsy. Talk of jumping in too soon and being on the rebound hadn't even registered with him as being odd it was just logical that Ipsy, as Blake was the only person who really had time for her, would naturally ask the demon out. They were both bored, lost, out of place and out of touch. They would be good company for each other providing Blake could snap the fuck out of it.

Making his way to the living room as planned Blake adjusted his collar before he approached the awaiting Ipsy.

Who: Godric, Hope and Blake [posting order]
What: Decisions Made
Where: The living room of The BGH
When: Tuesday Night, 8pm
Rating: TBD

Godric was self assured tonight. He had thought a lot about what Cissy had said, about how everything seemed to be happening around him without his consent. He thought about how he felt the control was slipping from him, how crazy that made him. And he decided it was time to do something about it. Cissy was right- he was strong, he was smart. As a young man he never would have tolerated feeling like this, being so helpless. He wasn't helpless. Hard decisions needed to be made, and Godric had to be the one to make them. It was time to shut off his emotional receptors again and become the cooler, more calculating man he once had been.

Making sure that no one was downstairs at 8:00, Godric paced the living room, waiting. He hadn't spoken much to anyone since he'd gotten home. He was in a mindset, and he needed to stay that way. As the hour approached, he could feel Hope's presence drawing near, and it made him both uneasy and relieved. No matter what happened tonight, it was not going to end well. No one was going to be happy, and everyone was going to be hurt. But it needed to be done.

Who: Hope & Blake
Where: Hope's apartment at campus.
When: Evening of Tuesday.
What: They need to talk.
Rating: R certainly for language.

( It had to be done )

Who: Godric and Blake, then Wesley and Roger/Ipsy
What: Talking about Godric's new circumstance
Where: BGH
When: Monday Night
Rating: R


This wasn't a conversation Godric was looking forward to, but it needed to be had. He'd needed to get away from the house, away from Blake, and plan out exactly what he was going to say to him. But even as his car (borrowed from Peyton) pulled into the driveway that evening, Godric still had no idea what he was going to say. He couldn't tell the truth, and he couldn't think of a reason not to tell the truth, and he knew he couldn't lie to Blake, and he knew that if he didn't lie then the truth would spread too far.

Walking into the living room, Godric expected Blake to be standing in front of the door waiting for him, pacing with his arms crossed, lights flickering. Thankfully the demon was not in immediate view, which gave the vampire enough time to set down his laptop bag and sit down onto the couch, sighing. This was going to be horrible. He should have forced Hope to be present, to make her see the look in Blake's eyes when he told him. It would have hurt her more than it was going to hurt Godric. Well... maybe almost more.