The Tiberius J. Swann Education Facility

Who: James, Will and Devon later
When: Late Morning
Where: The grounds then his apartment on campus
What: Will is a teenager again

( It was a very odd feeling and he wasn't sure he enjoyed it. )

Who: Will and Fisher
Where: Halls
When: afternoon
What: Fisher wants to be yelled at.

( This was going to get scary, and rough, and there was a very real possibility that he was going to get hurt. )

Who: Devon, Will and James
When: Morning
What: Devon has his first case of morning wood.
Where: BGH

( On tv last night, there was this show, and at the end there were girls jumping on trampolines. )

Who: Devon, Will and James
When: Morning
Where: BGH
What: Devon's secret comes out.

( Devon was taller, older. Will was stunned. And confused, and very unnerved. )

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: Will & Syn
Where: Syn's apartment.
When: Sunday Morning
What: Syn's sobering up and Will's dealing with a failed marriage.

The morning sun was an unwelcome sight. Will hadn't been able to sleep properly at all during the evening. Rescuing Syn from himself hadn't been what the angel had expected or needed but he'd done it because he didn't want one of his best and oldest friends out destroying himself just because he was hung up on the stupid angel. It was that worry, as well as the one that he now had no direction or certainty, and the complete heartache and anger he felt over the James situation, that was giving him a headache. When he'd finally dozed off he'd had terrible, swirling dreams and nightmares that involved many people from his past and he'd woken up several times to get a drink of water and try and stay off the headache which plagued him.

After being exhausted enough to doze for a few hours this sunlight flooding through his eyes made him groan and curl into himself. He felt dead. Hungover. Unfocused. And he really wanted to be knocked out.

Who: Will & Syn
Where: Syn's place
When: Late Saturday night
What: Will's feet have taken him there, and he needs to be with a friend after a breakup.

It was typical for Will's brain to shut down and just let his feet take him wherever he needed to go. It was a nice arrangement they had with each other. The moment he was overcome with any sort of strong, damaging emotion he just took off with a walk and it seemed that he was being lead to the best place for him. In this case it was the Staff building. His marriage was over. That was it. He'd taken off the ring and he felt so fucking empty without it on that it was impossible to bear.

Stepping to the door his hand knocked weakly once outside and then he leant against the frame awaiting a response. This was torture, but he knew that only one person knew him well enough to realise what he needed.

Who: James and Will
When: Saturday Night
Where: Their Apartment
What: Conversation?

After going to see Fisher, James had spent a while just walking around. He'd called Cissy after a while, asked if Archer was still staying at Ric's house and whether or not it would be okay for him to bring Devon over to spend the night because he needed a little time alone with Will. She was fine with it. And since she was already out at the store, she agreed to just drop by the apartment to pick Devon up so James had called him to let him know so he could pack a couple of things first. Devon was excited, but skeptical. And he had every reason to be.

It wasn't until a few hours after that that James decided to head home. It would be best to just get this all over with rather than to keep putting it off. Letting himself into the house quietly, he wasn't even sure that Will was there. He didn't see him in the front room. And though he had a knot in the pit of his stomach that made him want to turn around and head the other way, he called out to him instead. "Will, you here?"

Who: Syn and Will
Where: The BGH
What: making up
When: Afternoon

Syn was still upset, but Ikon had managed to calm him down. He had sat looking at that address though for about an hour before he went to find Ikon in the other room and asked him for a ride. Ikon had that smirk and it made Syn want to slap him but he didn't. Instead he just pouted all the way there, dropped off at the edge of the drive like some sort of hitchhiker and left to find his own way home. Of course he could always call Ikon if he needed to.

Reluctant to walk up the drive, Syn stood there at the edge for a good ten minutes before he slowly made his way up the driveway and to the door. Inhaling a breath, he reached up to ring the doorbell. He hoped that Will would answer. He had no idea who else lived here and he wasn't exactly in the mood to deal with strangers. Tucking his hands in the pockets of his baggy jeans, he felt slightly under dressed in his Batman t-shirt with his hair simply brushed out straight and very little makeup on. He shivered a bit. It was cold outside. And it was taking someone forever to get to the door.

Who: James and Will
When: Afternoon
What: A conversation
Where: Their apartment
Rated: TBD

So the morning had been an eventful one. He'd woken up entangled in his husband's arms again, had breakfast with him and their son, and had seen them both off to school for a while. After that, Pearl had shown up and punched him so he'd slapped her, then he'd argued with Rocky, as usual, on the phone for a while. And now it was time for Will to be back, at any moment now, and James was.. nervous.

Sitting in the living room, he had at least taken the time to get dressed, putting on a pair of nicely pressed jeans and a t-shirt. His hair was styled, as usual, and he had a mug of coffee on the table in front of him, still trying to overcome the jet lag from the plane ride the night before. Glancing up when he heard the door, he smiled a little, "Hey." He was unaware that the mark on his cheek from being punched had only become more visible as time had progressed. Apparently she hit harder than either one of them had really thought.

Who: James & Will & Devon
Where: Airport & then apartment?
When: late Monday night
What: James is returning back to Boston.
Rating: no clue

William McCafferty-Grey was very nervous as he entered the airport but he would not show it. Dressed impeccably* for greeting his husband off the plane he instructed the cab to wait for them as he held Devon's hand and guided him through the Arrivals lounge making sure not to let go of the little kid's hand. The last converastion with James had been better but not perfect. At least he'd gotten some emotion out of him, something of the James Will had fallen for. Though still he wasn't putting all his hopes on this. They'd be living like a family again. Sorta. But James had said he was returning to LA after his stay here and Will took that as this was just a show for the holidays.

Didn't mean there wasn't at least some excitement about James' return. The angel really had missed him. Despite telling himself that it wasn't worth it, that it wasn't him, James was a fucktard and yadda yadda there was still strength in him. Something that James had put there.

As the crowds were huddled infront of the Arrival gate Will found himself nearer the back. This wouldn't do. "Come on, let's see if we can see your Daddy..." Will was taller than most the people here and so he scooped Devon up into his arms making sure they were level. Two pairs of eyes were better than none.


*Minus the shades obv cause its at night.

Who: Fox and Will
When: Evening
Where: Fox's room
What: Playing the uncomfortable game
Rating: Possible NSFW, but at least R
Status: Incomplete!



( Feel like playing a game? )

Who: Will, Syn, Ikon and Rocky
Where: TJS then a club far far away. In Boston.
When: Tuesday evening.
What: Will is feeling naughty plus recruits.
Rating: TBC

Will was waiting outside for his comrades which apparently consisted of Syn, Ikon, and a new addition of Rocky. He wasn't sure how to take that. She had agreed to go, so presumably she understood where they were heading to. Dressed in his best the angel leant against Ikon's car, looking both at the school then to the starry sky. It was a nice night. He remembered idly how he used to look at the constellations and re-name them with Haddon. And more recently, how he'd looked at the stars and wondered if James was doing the same thing.

He shook that thought from his head. Tonight was not about that. Tonight was about letting loose, being free and having some fun. What kind of fun was to be decided, but as he saw his sister-in-law heading towards him wearing a minute, cold-looking outfit (which he assumed had been at Ikon's request but with her he could never tell), Will shot her a grin, still looking out for the others.

Who: Will and Rez
When: Morning
Where: BGH
What: Will needs a hug.

Since Adam was sleeping, and would probably be crashed out most of the day, and he couldn't steal the car again because Rez was driving it, and since he had been the one to tell Will about James being in LA with Fisher, he figured he should do what a best man should do in this situation and go check in on his boy. So that was where he was off to once he'd hung up the phone with Will, after making him sing to him while he took a quick shower, of course.

This was his first time ever going to the BGH, so it took him a bit to find it, but pretty much everyone knew where it was. He had to admit that the place was pretty damn nice once he'd finally found it. He parked the car out front and then walked around to the back to look for the door that Will had mentioned. He knocked loudly and then waited, tucking hands into his pockets, the little baggy that he had been having a standoff with throughout the night tucked deep inside one of them. He didn't plan on snorting it or anything, he just couldn't bring himself to flush it just yet. And he wasn't leaving it where Adam could get his hands on it again.

Who: Will & Father Sheldon
Where: Out / St Patrick's
When: late Weds.
What: Will's stroll takes him somewhere he leasts expects.

Will walked for what seemed like hours after receiving the letter from James. It's what he always did, whenever he was too overwhelmed to think or to even breathe he just walked. The air was supposed to help his head but right now it wasn't doing jack shit. Just before he'd left Rocky had seen the look on his face, seen him turn pale and had then been left to call after him down the hall as he'd practically run to escape the confines of the school. He didn't care if she read the letter, let her read it. He just didn't want to be anywhere near there, the atmosphere was stifling.

( If you're real you'll do it... )

Who: Syn, Ikon and Will
When: Evening
Where: St. Patrick's Church then Boston Underground
What: The boys go to retrieve their friend.
Rated: NSFW-potential with the possibility of BDSM

After much debate, or at least a few minutes worth, it was decided. Ikon would drive Syn to the church and Syn would go in alone. Syn would have went on his own all together, but Ikon wasn't having it. He wanted to be there for the other man too even if he couldn't go inside. So since Syn couldn't drive, it made sense. And the pair of them headed off within moments of Syn having hung up the phone with Father Sheldon.

Neither of the boys knew their way around the city so it took them a while to figure out how to get where they were going. Who knew there were so many damn churches in New England?! At last, they pulled up in front of the massive building and Ikon gave Syn's shoulder a squeeze before the smaller man got out of the car. He could tell that he was nervous, and perhaps for good reason.

Leaving the sanctity of the car behind, Syn climbed the steps to the door, hesitating for an instant before going inside. He knew he wouldn't burst into flames or anything, he was only a sprite after all, but with his choice in lifestyle, this seemed an odd place to come. He glanced around once he was inside, frowning a bit when he saw no one there. "Hello?" He called out. "Is anyone here?" His voice echoed off the high walls and ceilings sending a chill down his spine. Churches had always freaked him out.

Who: Syn and Will
When: Evening
Where: Rocky's Dorm
What: Old acquaintances reunite.

Syn was nervous. This was due to two very specific reasons. For one, he liked to keep his personal life and professional life separate and this would be the first time that there would be someone in his workplace that knew what he liked to do outside of work. For two, that person was Will Grey. It had been ages since he'd seen the other man, a man that he had respected a great deal during the short time that they'd gotten to know one another in LA, a man that he had thought about often since then and had resigned himself to the fact that he would never see him again. But he was going to see him again, in about twenty seconds, after he lifted his hand to knock on the door.

Without makeup, wearing a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, his hair still wet, Syn lifted a hand and knocked lightly. There was something about this moment that left him feeling vulnerable in a way that he rarely ever did. Sure, he was typically submissive. He made himself vulnerable in every physical way possible and enjoyed it. But this was different. There wasn't the mask of his makeup or his clothes (or sometimes the lack thereof) to hide behind. He was just him at the door, not a toy and not a pet. Only Ikon ever really saw him like this, but here he was.

Who: Rocky, Will and Pearl.
What: Switch of babysitters.
Where: Rocky's room to start.
When: Middle of the night.

When James told her she needed to find Will, Pearl had been worried, thinking she was going to end up going out to some bar in the middle of nowhere to pick him up, or worse, someone's house. She certainly hadn't expected him to be across the hall in Rocky's room. It didn't even occur to her to leave him there though, go back to sleep like a sensible person might at that time in the morning. No, instead she threw on some clothes and took the two steps across the hallway to the other woman's door, firing off a text to say she was outside, so as not to disturb anyone else in the wing with knocking.

Who: Will and James
When: Saturday evening.
Where: Their apartment.
What: They need to talk. Which always ends well.
Rating: TBC

The walk home had felt like 40 minutes despite it only lasting 10. With his phone gripped tightly in his hand Will kept his head down, avoiding any passers by or cars that might see him. He had done this walk too many times, the one of emotional agony and uncertainty. The last one he had done was to Wesley in order to be healed. Wednesday hadn't counted, he'd only been going to town to get Devon's toys. Now he was empty handed with a sense of foreboding. This was not going to end well.

Walking into the apartment he was met with a silence. It was nice to be home but also horrible at the same time. He wanted to face this issue, whatever it was, head on and resolve it but he wasn't too sure that James would take to the idea all that well. "I'm home," he called meekly, shutting the door with a tiny snap.

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.