The Tiberius J. Swann Education Facility

Who: Ava and Godric
What: A date
Where: Danvers somewhere
When: Night
Rating: PG 13


From the very moment that Godric had seen Ava descending the staircase to meet him in the living room, there had been a hard knot sitting low in his stomach. He wasn't sure if it was nerves, or dread, or guilt, but it was constant and unyielding throughout the evening. It didn't stop him from enjoying his night with the lovely vampire lady, but it was always on his mind. Perhaps Nox had been right, and he was pushing himself into another messy situation that was doomed to failure. But this wasn't exactly a romantic date, so it was unlikely that things would go south as a result. Or... was it a romantic date? He had dressed somewhat casually, his blue silk shirt and dark slacks, but Ava had been absolutely stunning. Almost breathtaking, if he'd had any breath to give. There was something about her that captivated him, like a secret that he knew was inside her but still needed discovering. She had revealed so much of herself to him as of late, and the more he discovered, the more he wanted to know.

Of course, getting to know Ava had not come without a price. Much of the evening had been filled with innuendo that made Godric flustered (and that was only the stuff he actually picked up on) and seemingly innocent personal questions that made him both exasperated and embarassed. But even with Ava's smug little smirk, Godric found himself rather enjoying his evening. He didn't want the night to end, so after dinner he drove his guest out into the wilderness, refusing to tell her their destination while he wore his own little smirk. "You will see," is all he told her.

Who: Godric and Georgette
What: A visit
Where: The BGH
When: Evening
Rating: PG 13


There was one person Georgette had yet to cross of her list of who she wanted to visit whilst in town and she wanted to make it count. With her best casual but sexy outfit the vampire took a cab to the end of the road, tipping the driver generously before strutting her way down the path. If he wasn't home it'd be a surprise. He was mostly holed up in his study and it was an hour after twilight, which was normally too early for him to be doing anything personal... though she supposed hiding away was personal to him.

Rapping on the door George hummed, hips at an angle as she waited, patiently, to be received.

( I should have known. )

Who: Blake and Godric
What: Blake has made a slight error in judgement
When: Evening
Where: The BGH
Rating: PG 13

In the darkness of his apartment Blake gently infused the bubbling beaker in front of him with a sprig of heather, making the heated liquid purple. It had been a productive evening, in the plight to get this block from his head. Penny had helped immensely, giving him some old spells, but they hadn’t been completely what he wanted and so the witch had taken to amending the texts and structure of the spells with bits from his own investigations. It had resulted in this - the concoction before him. Brewed for nine hours it was almost ready. He merely had to say the incantation, down the liquid, and then feel the wall come down...

It was odd. Everything he did or didn’t feel was making him half the man he was meant to be and though he risked destroying everything he’d worked towards (he had mastered his powers, he was balanced, he was rational!) there was something to be said for not knowing who he was. Like a gaping hole in his head making him no use to anyone. And the rush of sadness but immense joy that had come at reading everything Ric had written.... It was like he’d been shown a glimpse of what being awake was like.

He had to do it. And so as soon as the liquid congealed he murmured the words that would instantly cool it, the flames dying. A deep breath was taken and Blake reached out to lift it from its case. It was now or never. He trusted himself enough to think he’d got it right. A frown creased his brow.

( To me. )

Who: Ava and Ric
What: Distraction
Where: BGH
When: Friday night/Saturday morning.

Everything was moved, with help from her recruited band of helpers. Ava had had her fun teasing and flirting along the way, distracting herself from this step of walking away from her married life, but eventually she was left on her own, in her new apartment. She could have called someone over. Ana would probably be there in a second if she said she needed company, or Ava could have just walked across the hall to her sister's own apartment, but Ana had been dealing with her twin the whole break, she deserved some time with Adam without worrying about her twin, and Ava knew her sister was worried. If only she could convince her there was no reason to...

In the end it was the piano which drove her out. It was hard not to end up looking at the present from Charlie, since it took up a fair amount of the living area. She was going to have to get a screen to hide it, just until it stopped hurting so much to see it, but that wasn't going to happen tonight, so she'd go out. She packed an overnight bag, and Ava ran away from the problem, although it was unlikely she would ever admit that was what she was doing.

A bottle of whiskey and a bottle of tequila was picked up, more as a habit than for their ability to actually numb anything, although she could give it a good go, and she continued on her way. Eventually she found herself at her destination though. Godric Witt's house. The alcohol went in her bag, and she knocked on the door, waiting to see who answered.

WHO: Blake, Godric, Wesley, Mandy and whoever's turned up
WHERE: BGH
WHEN: Xmas day baby!
WHAT: Blake wants to give his presents in person, and to thank a particular vampire.

Blake had spent most of Christmas Eve/Day's evening with a tremendous headache for two reasons: he had broken down into tears repeatedly, on receiving the parcel and on reading the journal, and also because his head was straining with the new information that was screaming to be let out of its hexed cage. He'd managed to sleep in the early hours on the morning only to wake up three hours later and though he was tired, he was already planning going to Godric's house if only to thank him for his gift.

He rolled up infront of the very familiar house and had to pause to drink it all in. Since reading Ric's memories his own had been brought to the forefront and he saw it in such a different light. His fondness for the place wasn't changed at all, but he remembered the exact place he'd smashed that cereal bowl, where he'd arrived home drunk... the window Godric had been able to see through because of Blake's charms deflecting sunlight....

Grabbing the gifts he'd bought he strolled up to the front door and had to knock with his foot, just because he'd stupidly forgotten a bag and he didn't really want to break anything.

Who: Nox and Godric
What: Drinking!
When: Thursday evening
Where: A bar someplace
Rating: TBD (sorry ladies, no sexiness)


Riding in a cab with Nox, going out drinking with one another... it made Godric feel young, in both a good and a bad way. Here he was, making stupid mistakes and hurting people he cared about, drinking on a weeknight, his life filled with unexpected and soul-crushing angst... it seemed so adolescent. He was beginning to not be entirely sure that he'd taken an antidote to the spell at all.

But it would be fine. Nox was a good friend, and he was a calming presence, and he would be a good listening ear if Godric felt the need to speak. He very much hoped he wouldn't, but the option was there and that in itself was a comfort. Wesley was a fine listener, but he had a habit of getting a little too involved in the story, and often he ended up hitting the vampire because he couldn't believe "what an idiot" he was.

"I wish I had known as a teenager that I would be coming back to this life," he mused idly, watching out the window as the world passed by. "If I had known that regardless of what I did during the duration of the spell I would turn back into who I am now... I think I might have been more... I don't know, adolescent. I didn't have a chance the first time." Turning his head to look at Nox, the vampire quirked an eyebrow. "What about you? Do you think you might cut loose a bit, if given the chance again?"

Who: Hope and Godric
What: Meeting after severing the blood tie
Where: Hope's apartment
When: Wednesday evening
Rating: TBD


This was going to be hard. Godric knew that holding it together in Hope's presence was going to be difficult, and with her being an empath she would sense that something was off, even if he managed to keep all his emotions bottled up. But he couldn't deny seeing her, either. He knew she would be curious of him, and he in turn needed the visual reassurance that she was alright. Right now it felt like part of him was dead, like it had been ripped out of him. Maybe if he saw her, actually spoke with her and knew that she was okay, the heartache would erase itself. It was a fruitless hope, but it was all he had.

He had tried not to dress too casually, but he also tried not to be too professional. But how did you dress to see someone that you loved more than anything but would not recognize you if you passed them on the street? He had settled on simple jeans, a nice shirt, and after much debate, no tie. A tie would be too formal. Smoothing down his shirt, Godric stood outside the door, taking a moment before knocking. There was no going back now.

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: Starbuck and TEEN! Godric (and Kim eventually)
When: Wednesday night
Where: random hall then Starbuck's apartment
What: Starbuck finds a wayward teenager who seems to has lost his fangs a few decades of life.

Something was.. off when Starbuck returned to campus. At first, it was just a feeling, but he'd bumped into a few people while headed back to the apartment, and one of them talked about all the adults being missing. It didn't make much sense at first. But then Starbuck started to notice people he didn't recognize at first glance wearing baggy clothing who bore a resemblance to people he did know upon second glance. Was this bring your kid to work day?

Telling Kim he was going to investigate and asking her to look after Kamea while he did, Starbuck set off to the infirmary, hoping to see what was going on. His spidey senses were tingling, telling him this might be another magical shit storm.

He never made it to the infirmary. On the way there, Starbuck saw yet another oddly familiar person who he didn't know. A guy, maybe fifteen or sixteen, again with the baggy clothes, and he seemed quite lost. "Can I help you with something?" he asked, a little cautious in his tone. The kid looked extremely confused.

Who: Godric and Will
What: Tha angel comes back to the BGH
Where: The BGH
When: Sunday evening
Rating: R for language
Note: Aimscene

( Fuck those bitches. )

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 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: Will and Ric
Where: Ric's house
When: Weds evening, after the sun's gone down.
What: Will needs space and to talk to his sponsor.
Rating: Swearing, obv.

After Ric had stopped taking his sweet ass time and picked Will up from outside of the coffee shop the angel had climbed into the awful pink car quickly so that nobody might see him be associated at all with the garish colour. He remained suitably sullky on the ride to Ric's place, staring at the darkening sky from beneath his shades like it'd make a difference. His long legs were sort of hunched up against himself like a teen angry at the world, but he was just numb. He didn't really know what to feel or how to present himself.

Ric's advice on getting a muffin for Wesley proved to be gold. The instant Will walked through the front doors the healer perked up and pestered him. With the encouragement of a muffin Wes was told to leave them alone and, satisfied, Wesley edged his way out and upstairs. Of course this left Will with the problem of being left alone with Ric. Having only talked to him via phone and chat, he was now faced with, well, the vampire face to face. He'd learnt a few tricks. "I got something for you, too," he revealed when they were alone. Handing Ric a paper bag he waited for him to take it before he went and slumped on the sofa. Inside the bag Ric would find a specially brewed Blood Smoothie, tasting clearly of strawberries for vampires, and a spicy muffin.

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: Godric and Wesley and Kimmi
What: Friend Talk
Where: The BGH
When: Sunday Evening
Rating: PG 13
Status: In Progress

As soon as the sun had gone down on Sunday evening, Godric had left the hotel and gone back to his house. He was sure that everything was falling apart, and that people were going to be angry with him, but anger he could deal with. He could not deal with everyone knowing that he'd been in some other, insanely eccentric body for an entire week.

After dropping off his small overnight bag in his study (which was thankfully back to its former way), he went to the next item on the agenda- Wesley's room. Kimmi was sitting on the floor in front of it, in her pajamas, reading a People magazine. And the look she gave him was about what he had expected.

"Where have you been all week??" she demanded, getting to her feet and throwing the magazine to the floor. "You left him a note?? You know he's not coming out of there, and he hasn't eaten in DAYS and he won't even answer calls from his daughter anymore, he barely makes a noise, I don't know if he-"

A hand held up silenced her, though it did not erase the scowl on her face. Grabbing the doorknob, he tested it, and of course it was locked. Giving Kimmi a look (and then waiting for her to acknowledge, disapprove but eventually give in and walk off), Godric waited for her bedroom door to shut before he twisted the knob hard, the entire device falling apart in his hands. Pushing himself into the dimly lit room, Godric looked over the form on the bed, light from the hallway streaming in behind him.

( No longer was he in his safety zone... )

Who: Godric and Wesley
What: Lunch
Where: The Cafeteria
When: Lunchtime
Rating: PG 13


So far, things were going well. Walking in heels had been tough at first, but eventually Godric had gotten used to it. The skirt was a different matter entirely, however. Yes it was grey, and yes it came down to his knees, but it was well fitting and seemed to be molesting his ass. As he saw his reflection in the mirror, Godric kept frowning. It might have been shapely but it was very inappropriate by his standards. He looked like Georgie, if Georgie were trying to seem like a slutty librarian. Not to mention, every top he owned was either low cut or off the shoulder. The one he's chosen today was at least a modest color, though it really made his pink hair pop. Pink, augh. Of all colors.

One of the only benefits was that, as a gifted human, Godric could walk in daylight. And he could eat. And as he sat in the cafeteria with a tray full of a variety of foods, he was looking forward to that very much.

( If this were a surreal film showcasing the insides of Wesley's mind, a hoarde of cheerleaders would have suddenly burst forth into the canteen chanting )

Who: Godric
What: Waking up with a new face
Where: His study in the BGH
When: Early morning
Rating: PG 13

Drinking last night had made Godric's head fuzzy and dull, but at least it had brought some clarity to him. It had become clear that drinking while stressed was a terrible idea. Not to mention, it made him behave very strangely. He vaguely remembered Juliet, or Jane as she called herself now, and a neverending bottle of tequila. He remebered her smile, always sweet but also predatory, like you could never be sure if she wanted to kiss you or devour you. He had loved that about that woman.

The sunlight coming in through the window was making him rouse, a hand reaching up to cover his eyes from the brightness. Apparently he had passed out, and Jane had brought him to the futon in his study. That was oddly decent of her. But she'd left the curtains drawn, and that was not very nice of her. Had Blake charmed the windows in this room? Godric suddenly couldn't remember, and that was of vital importance. Forcing his eyes open despite the pain, the vision that met his gaze startled him into bolting upright, his mouth dropping open in shock.

( This was not his room... )

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.