The Tiberius J. Swann Education Facility

Who: Nox and Ana
When: Friday night
Where: NYC
What: she’s helping him find the right tux for the wedding

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Who: Nox and Ana
When: Wednesday around 9:00pm
Where: the Responsible Feeding classroom
What: preparing to become a donor

( Where would you prefer to feed? )

Who: Fisher, Lyle and Nox
What: A meeting
When: 3pm
Where: Nox's office
Rating: TBD

Lyle knew Fisher didn't want to go. Fisher knew Fisher didn't want to go. Nox probably knew Fisher didn't want to go as well. However, this was a meeting that Lyle knew was needed. Nox was good at getting Fisher to open up, getting him in line, and seeing more than the medium wanted people to see. And Lyle needed help. Nox would offer advice without being demanding, wouldn't let his fondness for the little emo get in the way of his judgement. Lyle found it hard enough having to be strong enough for Fisher, let alone everyone else who was hurt by what had happened.

Arriving on time with a reluctant brother in tow, Lyle knocked on Nox's office door and went inside. Fisher walked, most reluctantly, arms crossed and pouting. He didn't want to meet this person, and talk about his "future", and be scrutinized and watched and hovered over. He liked Rez. Rez didn't hover, he just talked. Lyle said Nox only wanted to talk, but Fisher wasn't so sure. He looked like a high school principal.

"Hi, Nox," Lyle said as he came in, sitting in one of the chairs in front of the desk and motioned for Fisher to do likewise. And after a look, and a small huff, he did.

Who: Nox and Belle
When: Thursday evening
Where: starting at their apartment
What: her BIRTHDAY!

Nox was very nervous. Belle was insanely hard to shop for. She didn't really care for the traditional gifts that other women liked. He couldn't buy her something that sparkled, because while the engagement ring delighted her, he'd never noticed her wear any other piece of jewelry. Nox figured she liked the ring because of the feelings behind it, not the platinum and diamonds.

He'd been worrying over her birthday present for a good week now, because that was all the notice he'd gotten. Belle didn't exactly announce that it was her birthday. She hadn't even dropped hints. Nox wondered if perhaps when you reached a certain age, you simply didn't celebrate or even remember birthdays anymore. But no matter. Her creation, however twisted the motive behind it, was worth celebrating.

Nox sent her away on a little errand, complaining that they'd run out of milk. It seemed Belle was none the wiser, which worked to Nox's benefit. The second he was sure she was gone, with no threat of returning because she forgot her keys or something similar, Nox sprung into action. He had worked on this for a while, even practiced a few times to make sure he could accomplish everything quickly. Belle wouldn't be gone long, and he needed everything to be perfect when she returned.

In her time away, the dining and living area of their little apartment was transformed into a miniature version of Italy. Well, or as close as he could get without painting frescos on the walls and ceiling. He killed all artificial lighting, allowing the room to glow from candle flames only. Their dining table was affixed with a perfectly pressed, stark white table cloth, more candles, a small arrangement of jasmine flowers, and a bottle of their favorite wine. Music floated through the space with the help of their stereo, playing an album they'd bought from a street vendor in Palermo. And the final touch, something he'd worked very hard to hide (with the help of some kitchen staff), homemade tiramisu. One of the cooks delivered it right on schedule.

The apartment settled, Nox ran into their bedroom to quickly shave and change into a tuxedo. When everything was settled, he took hold of one of Belle's presents and placed himself near the door to greet her when she arrived. The gift was beautifully wrapped in deep red paper with a silk bow of the same color.

Who: Nox and Dee
When: Tuesday evening
Where: indoor basketball court
What: chatting and playing ball

(  he headed to the court to meditate through basketball )

Who: Nox and Godric
When: Tuesday early evening
Where: Godric's office
What: Nox is trying to be a good friend.

Peyton's absence was rather obvious, even to someone who had been away from campus for a great deal of time. Despite having an unhealthy attraction to lost souls, Nox had always been cautious to avoid any attachment to Peyton, but he knew his good friend and colleague had a special relationship with the girl. Peyton hadn't returned to school, and Nox, having privileged information about the situation with her father, knew that he was likely the reason. Godric had been through so much lately, so Nox figured he owed his friend a visit.

As soon as his office hours were over, Nox set off to Godric's work space on campus. He knocked gently on the door, softer than he probably would under normal circumstances. "Godric... it's Nox."

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Who: Nox and Dante
When: Friday night
Where: a bar in Danvers to start
What: drinking!

Nox's conversation with Dante the day before had been strange. There was so much left unsaid, and that was probably for the best considering the sensitivity of the subject matter Nox wished to discuss was not appropriate for an unsecured channel like instant messaging. They could really only discuss such matters in person, which was why Nox offered to foot the bill for a night of drinking. Maybe it would loosen the man's lips on what really happened in Tucson.

Kissing Belle, Nox told her he might be home late but that he'd try to avoid returning with injuries this time. While a second round of fighting was possible, Nox was hopeful the men could remain civil this time.

He grabbed his keys and headed off to meet Dante in the parking lot, expecting not only to arrive first, but to be the one driving this evening. Nox was wrong on both accounts. Dante was waiting for him, sitting on a car parked right beside Vivian. "Good evening, Dante."

Who: Nox and Elle
When: Thursday early evening
Where: her apartment
What: checking on a friend

Nox disliked the impersonal nature of instant messaging, but he'd embraced the technology out of necessity. Students were more comfortable communicating that way, and sometimes it was the best way for him to reach those who might be hesitant to interact with him in person. Elle was a good example. She'd had romantic feelings for him and indicated that being in his presence was upsetting, so he did his best to limit their interactions. He wasn't sure if she still thought of him that way, perhaps not seeing as how she was now pregnant with another man's child.

It upset Nox greatly that Elle was considering terminating her pregnancy. Though the reason was not known to Elle. Just two days prior, Nox had been forced to surrender unofficial custody of the infant he'd come to love as his own. He missed Luc terribly. The arrangement was far from traditional, but Nox had come to feel like a father to the boy, and he knew that Belle felt like a parent as well. They'd created a wonderful family together. Now it was gone. Those who knew Nox, knew how much he wanted a family of his own. He had Katie, and she was precious to him, but there was a great deal of lost time between them. Sometimes he didn't feel like he was really her father, because that bond had not been established from the start. As much as he wanted Luc to be loved and accepted by his true parents, he had to admit that there was a part of him that hoped they'd surrender custody and allow Nox and Belle to adopt Luc.

The baby boy was on his mind constantly, especially now as he knocked on Elle's door. "Elle? It's Nox. Please let me in." Nox didn't want Elle to regret this decision. He didn't want her to wake up one day feeling empty. Not everyone was cut out for parenting. Nox knew this. But he had to try and convince her that she would make a wonderful mother, and that she'd have the support of her friends if she kept the child. If nothing else, she should consider giving the baby to someone who would love it.

Who: Nox, Dante, Belle (and probably Wes later)
When: Tuesday, probably close to midnight
Where: Nox's apartment
What: the boys got in a brawl and need healing

Both bleeding, both hobbling, both actually... smiling... Nox and Dante were an odd sight to behold. Thankfully, the campus was quiet this time of night, and if Nox had his way, no one would see them. He needed to get a healer to patch him up fast. It wasn't that he minded the pain, because that was strangely therapeutic. Nox just didn't want to deal with a bunch of questions in the morning, and become a distraction to his students.

Unlocking the door, Nox let Dante walk in first, but not before putting a finger to his lips to remind Dante to keep it down. A baby was sleeping inside, and if they were lucky, Belle was too. It was unlikely though. The elemental didn't require sleep. Still, Nox was light on his feet as he crossed through the living room and into the kitchen.

"I don't have any steak on hand. Ice will have to do," he whispered, nodding toward Dante's swollen eye. Immediately, Nox went to work preparing a plastic bag filled with frozen cubes and handed it over. He grabbed a towel a second later and gave that to Dante as well. "Now what do you want to drink.. beer or liquor?"

Who: Dante and Nox
When: Tuesday night
Where: starting in the staff parking lot
What: drinking... LOTS of drinking er.. FIGHTING!

Nox had a bad feeling about this. Going out for drinks with a student was bad enough, but this was Dante, and that made matters worse. Alcohol caused lines to blur. Though, they'd been blurred enough already, and not just with Dante. Nox was still thinking about the day before and Fisher's visit. He sighed. Why had he agreed to this?

It didn't matter now. He said he'd meet Dante, and Nox wouldn't go back on his word. So after finishing up at his office, he returned to the apartment to shower and change into more appropriate clothing for a bar atmosphere. Nox never really looked 'casual', because he carried himself with far too much professionalism, but at least he was wearing jeans.

Heading into the staff parking lot, Nox spotted his car, covered and protected from the elements. Footsteps could be heard approaching as Nox peeled the fabric from the Vivian's exterior, revealing the black beauty beneath. "I didn't expect you to be on time," he mentioned casually, not turning around to actually see Dante, but Nox sensed that it was him.

Who: Nox and Fisher
What: Trust Exercise
Where: Nox's Office
When: Monday Morning
Rating: PG 13

Fisher was admittedly excited about going to see Nox's wings. Aside from his usual interest in the weirdly macabre, imagining Nox in these badass batlike wings was pretty damn hot. Nox was one of the most normal people Fisher knew, and to think that he had something so distinct and unusual about him that he kept hidden, well... it made the man more human. In a manner of speaking.

Carrying his shoulder bag (just in case Nox actually made him go to class), Fisher hurried to the demon's office feeling somewhat high in spirits. It felt wrong to be looking forward to something with so much death lurking around the school, but to Fisher death was always lurking around. And Nox had actually sounded better, which was promising. The man took too much upon himself. Knocking on the door only as a formality, Fisher let himself into the man's office. For the first time in weeks, his hair was smooth and was pulled back off his face in a low ponytail. He was wearing dark wash jeans instead of his usual chained pants, and his black zip-up hoodie was somewhat fitted, not shapeless and oversized. He looked somewhat like a grown man and not a teenager.

Not that he was dressing up to look good to see Nox.

"Hey," he said with a half smile, dropping his messenger bag onto one of the chairs. "You should be proud, I'm awake before noon and actually went to class this morning."

Who: Fisher and Nox
What: Late night visit
Where: Nox's campus apartment
When: Very early Sunday morning (around 1:30am)

It was very late, but Nox had said "anytime" Fisher needed him. And while Fisher might not need Nox, Nox probably needed someone. And Fisher needed an escape. He needed out of the room he was staying in, away from Lyle and everyone else. Rez was a total mess and it was tense in there, and the lycan was thankfully asleep. He couldn't go back to his actual room, because Lyle would be there and he knew what Lyle would say. It could have been you. And it could have been. But Fisher didn't want to hear it. Maybe he was still blind, still felt stupidly invincible. Maybe he couldn't handle the look on Lyle's face as he said it. Or maybe he just didn't care if it was true or not.

He had been to the staff dorms enough times, thanks to Lloyd, to be able to navigate them in the dimness. His boots thudded in the hollow corridors, chains jangling noisily, though everything remained still. He felt like a ghost walking. It was too apt a description for his liking, and he chucked the metaphor violently from his thoughts. Standing before Nox's door, Fisher gave a moment's hesitattion before knocking softly, three precise taps.

( It wasn't the first time he'd been called to the door in the middle of the night, and it wouldn't be the last )

Who: Nox and Fisher
What: Unheard Confessions
Where: Nox's Office
When: Same time as their usual appointments
Rating: R for language


Too much was filling Fisher's brain. He didn't think he could take it. Too many secrets, to much riding on him, too much trust and no one he could confide in. He wanted to be the kind of person that everyone seemed to think he was capable of being, but he didn't know if he could. Being a secret keeper was impossible. He had done so for a long time, but they had been secrets for people he was either madly in love with or people he didn't give a shit about. It was hard to stay silent when a friend could benefit from you speaking. Still, he hated when other people acted "for his benefit", so he would never betray trust.

But something had to give.

So with heavy footfalls he marched to the one place where he knew he could confide in someone and it would never leave those doors, would never be uttered to another person. Simon followed close behind, begging Fisher not to do this, reminding him that he had promised and he'd be a terrible friend if he broke the only promise Simon had ever asked of him. "Trust me," Fisher snapped, just before his hand grabbed the doorknob and twisted it, as he stepped into Nox's office. It was the same time their scheduled appointments had been, so he'd assumed the demon didn't have anything else going on.

Without preamble, Fisher jumped right into the heart of the matter, pacing in front of the man's desk. "I need to tell somebody," he said, voice desperate. "I need to tell someone, but I can't tell anyone because I promised but I feel like my head is going to explode!" Tugging at his hair, he finally turned to Nox. "I have to tell you something. Lots of things. But you can't actually hear what I'm telling you, so... I need you to cover your ears and close your eyes and not hear a single word I'm about to say."

Who: Belle, Nox and Luc
What: They try to work out what needs to happen.
Where: Mostly the staff buildings.
When: Monday evening, starting about 6:45

Belle had just paid the lovely and helpful taxi driver and watched him leave when Nox turned up. It was probably good timing since she was having trouble trying to get the car seat to click into the stroller like it was meant to and the baby inside seemed to be stirring from his sleep with all the messing around with his bed.

Seeing him approach she looked up, balancing the car seat where it was but holding it tight. "Either you need to make this fit in the stroller or one of us is going to have to carry it while the other pushes." She said by way of greeting with a slight pout of frustration and a soft laugh. If he knew what was good for him though he'd kiss her before doing either.

Who: Nox and Fisher
When: Thursday night
Where: Nox's office
What: their normal biweekly meeting.. with a revelation

Nox was actually looking forward to tonight's meeting with Fisher. The last two sessions, Nox noticed a significant improvement in Fisher's attitude. The young man actually seemed happy. The mood shift was enough of a reason for Nox to continue to permit Fisher to break curfew and stay elsewhere each night. Fisher was safe, drug free, and enjoying life again. Nox finally felt like there was some real hope of turning Fisher's life around.

Leaving his apartment to head back to the office, Nox was in a good mood. Perhaps he and Fisher could have a pleasant conversation this evening, and maybe Fisher would even open up a bit more. While Nox had his suspicions about the reason behind Fisher's improved attitude, he'd not pressed the man for that information just yet. Tonight, maybe Fisher would offer it freely.

Fisher was set to arrive in a few minutes, so Nox took a seat at his desk and checked some emails to pass the time. It wasn't long before his sponsored student arrived. "Hello, Fisher," he said cheerfully as the pale man walked through the open door.

Who: Nox, Belle and Dizzy interrupting
When: Wednesday evening
Where: Nox's apartment
What: someone has horrible timing for being a brat!

After a long day of grading papers and then basketball and football practices, Nox was all too happy to have dinner with Belle. A simple pasta dish and salad, some wine, nice music.. it was all just perfectly simple and wonderful. Dessert was even better, mostly because it didn't consist of food. Nox and Belle moved from the kitchen to the living room sofa, and judging by how things were going, they'd relocate to his bedroom in a few minutes.

Some clothes were askew, other garments were missing entirely (like Nox's shirt and tie and Belle's skirt). She had stunning legs. Actually, Belle had stunning everything. Nox couldn't get enough of her. Touching her was a surreal experience. It seemed too good to be real. And, apparently, tonight was too good to be real. In the middle of unbuttoning her blouse, a knock came at the door. Nox tried to ignore it by kissing Belle again, but he started thinking about who could be on the other side of the door. What if it was Katie, and she had an emergency. What if Adora needed to talk. What if Dante had gotten himself into trouble.

Sighing, Nox pulled away from Belle. "Sorry," he whispered, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek and a blanket to cover her. They really were better off going to her apartment. Disruptions were less common there. "One moment!" Nox called out as he checked that his pants were still fastened and belt in tact. He searched the room with his eyes as he moved toward the door, trying to remember where his shirt was, but he couldn't see it. Hopefully the person standing outside wouldn't be offended. He opened the door and spotted Danielle. "Hello, Dizzy," he said in a frustrated tone that was impossible to hide right now.

Who: Nox and Belle
When: Tuesday evening
Where: their hotel suite in Las Vegas
What: talking after Dizzy's prank phone call (and eventually smexin')

Nox tried several times to call Dizzy after she hung up on him. He had suspected midway through their conversation that she was pranking him, but out of fear that there was a slim chance he was wrong, he didn't dare mock her. If she really was calling him to confess having feelings, and he was dismissive, then he could have done real emotional damage. But now.. now that his suspicions had been confirmed by the laughing on the other end of the line, he was furious. When calling Dizzy failed, Nox sent off a quick email. He slammed his laptop shut a second later, still fuming.

He didn't know how much of his conversation had been overheard, if any, but Belle was at his side shortly after. He looked up at her with a sigh. "This doesn't feel much like a vacation." He could physically leave the school, but his mind was still tethered to it.

Who: Nox and Adora
When: Friday morning
Where: the infirmary
What: much needed BFF time
Note: Criss and Kat.. let me know if this isn't okay

Nox hadn't gotten much sleep Thursday night. He spent a good part of it at Adora's side watching her sleep. She didn't look at all peaceful. If he'd been a dreamwalker, he might have tried to enter her dreams and make them better. It looked as though she was in pain. Eventually, the doctor convinced Nox to leave and come back in the morning, and that's just what he did.

He cracked his neck a few times as he walked slowly and sadly through the halls. It was somewhat early and most of the students were either still sleeping or at breakfast. Nox wasn't hungry. He just wanted to see Adora. He passed by Duncan on his way into the infirmary, giving the other man a nod. Their eyes communicated all that needed to be said. This wasn't an easy situation, and talking to each other about it wouldn't do anyone any good.

Nox took a few slow, deep breaths as he walked to Adora's bedside, seeing she was awake this time. He managed a small, forced smile as he looked at her. "Morning," he said softly, reclaiming the seat he'd used the night before. "I came last night.. but.. you were sleeping. If you're still tired, you can go back to sleep right now. I... I'll wait."

Who: Nox and Dante (and a bit from Garret)
What: First meeting, again
Where: Nox's Office
When: Tuesday Evening
Rating: R for language

Garret was not in the mood for this crap. He had rounds to do and papers to write out and what he did not need was some obnoxious guy making demands at him. How in the hell had this guy gotten in here, anyway? Security around the perimeter was pretty tight. Whatever. It didn't matter. The point was, some obnoxious prick was demanding to see Nox (or "The Real Director", as the guy said) and he wasn't gonna go away until Garret took him there. So with a huff and a sigh, Garret grabbed the guy's arm and dragged him off. Not that the guy was putting up any kind of resistance, but he didn't want him stealign anything. Garret was a pretty good reader of people, and this guy had "petty thief" written all over his face.

( Knocking sharply and letting himself in anyway, Garret pulled the strange man into Nox's office. )