The Tiberius J. Swann Education Facility

Who: Ada and Tiger and the band (NPC)
What: South of the border funtimes with music and tequila and lots of drinks no one will remember
Where: Playa del Carmen, Mexico
Rating/Status: R for language probably/Incomplete

Sunday night was the third and final evening of concerts at the music festival, and Ada's voice was already on the verge of a strain from the two other shows they'd played. The after-effects of some cigarettes and a lot of booze hadn't helped the scratchiness any, but she had sung with worse vocal conditions before, and she knew she could push past for another set of songs. Headlining the final night was going to be a major rush, and if she lost her voice completely by the end of the show, no problem. She didn't have another show scheduled for awhile.

That night, the beach in front of the stage was packed with an audience that numbered in the thousands. Some had come to Playa for the music festival, and others had been staying at resorts along the beach and just come over for the music. The atmosphere was one of drunken energy. In other words, it was one big party. She took a swig of her Corona (extra lime), downing the rest of the glass when the stage manager came to the tent they were hanging out in for the five minute warning. A look around at the band and Tiger, who was an honorary band member for the weekend, showed that everyone looked ready for a good night.

( That band's on fire, don't matter what I say )

Who: Ada and Addie
What: Roomie time
Where: Their room!
When: 9ish?

Blah blah and blah again. Something wasn't right. Ada could feel it, and it was so frustrating to not be able to do anything to fix it or even to validate her concern. Addie, she figured, had the right idea about a distraction being the best way to proceed at the moment. After studying, she went into town for a six pack of longnecks, stashed them in her backpack and broke school rules by sneaking it in. There was already harder stuff around the room but it was finals week and she didn't want to head down hangover road.

The beer was still cold when she got back to the room, thank goodness. There was no way the entire six pack could fit in their already mostly-full shared minifridge. She shoved as many of the bottles as she could into the limited space and just set the others out, cracking one open for herself while she waited. Her cell phone buzzed, signaling that Jace had returned yet another phone call with a text message. "busy. catch ya ltr babe."

She sighed and tossed the phone down on her bed. If he wasn't worried about talking, maybe she shouldn't be fretting constantly over the relationship. Convincing oneself to stop worrying, however, was easier said than done.

Who: Ada and Kim
Where: Student lounge
What: Lost track of time
When: 10:45 p.m.
Rating/Status: TBD/Incomplete

Ada had her Lycan Lore book open in front of her for some last-minute cramming, but there wasn't a lot of focus going on. She hadn't even stopped to consider that the reason the lounge had emptied of students was because curfew had come almost an hour ago. Things were strained between she and her fiance, and it seemed to have come on so suddenly. Looking back, though, there had been signs. It wasn't a case of wrongdoing or deliberate sabotage from what she could tell, but more of a slow unraveling that could be traced back to distance. They had thought they could handle it. After all, both of them were on the road regularly, they had never been together in the flesh for much longer than a couple of months at a run, and sometimes went weeks without a face-to-face meeting when both of them were on tour, but she had been at TJS for six weeks now, and the strain was evident in their short and somewhat rushed phone conversations. There was plenty to say, both of their lives were in a cycle of change – Jace chasing down the bright lights and fame in a serious manner for the first time in his life, Ada trying to reconcile her lycanthropy with her future plans – but their talks were nonetheless halting and awkward.

She wanted it to work. There was no situation in which she could conceive not loving him, not after pouring so much of herself into this relationship. She had let her guard down with him more than she ever had with anyone else, and as a result was more vulnerable than in relationships past. When her string of failed romances had fallen apart, it had hurt but the hurt had been manageable. Her investment in this relationship was so extensive that she feared watching it crumble would bankrupt her emotionally.

( continued... )

Who: Ada and Nate
What: A concert!
Where: Upscale club in Boston
When: Friday night

Ada and Nate drove into Boston just after sundown. It had been months now since she'd been onstage, and her nerves were humming with a combination of excitement and anxiousness. In less than two hours, she would be onstage alone. It wasn't the first time she'd played a solo acoustic show, but it was a rare thing for her. The security that came with having a backing band to pick up for you if you messed up was gone for the moment, and add to that she was playing in an unfamiliar city in a club she'd never seen before... she was a little on edge.

That, and there was the whole drama over worrying about whether her engagement was falling apart, but... that was a conversation for another day and probably another person, since she doubted Nate wanted to discuss romantic matters at this particular moment.

Once at the club, they went into the backstage green room while the opening band played. A bartender came back to ask if either of them wanted anything, and she ordered a club soda with lime. It wasn't that she didn't drink any more, it was just that she drank with less frequency and in a lower quantity than she used to. It made it easier to keep from falling back into life-ruining habits if she didn't lose her judgment to alcohol.

"Thanks for coming with me," she said, smiling over at Nate. "I'm kind of nervous as it is. I should have walked out front to see how many people are here, but... it's Boston. Not exactly a city where I should draw a crowd. For all I know, I'll be playing to a mostly-empty room." Which would be depressing... but at least if she screwed up, no one would know any better!

Who: Karaoke peoples!
When: Friday, later in the evening AFTER DRESS REHEARSAL.
Where: The bar Astrid and Keagan's karaoke party is at.
What: THE MUSHIEST MOST AWESOME THREAD EVER IN THE CREATION OF THREADS. WHAT.

"Hey, everybody," Astrid giggled as she sidled up to the mic, tapping it for everyone's attention. She was a little tipsy. Okay, no, way more than tipsy, but she'd been doing a really good job of being social over the last hour since karaoke had started. The thing had started while Duncan still had his kids in dress rehearsal, so imagine her surprise when he showed and Adora hadn't seen him yet. "So, okay, next up..." She giggled a little more, as if to a secret only she knew. "We have my favorite Il Profesore to siiiing. Mister Boyaaard..." She said with flare as she moved off the stage and went to go plop down in the first seat she could find, which was next to Summer.

Who: Ada and OPEN
What: A random meeting? Who knows. She just needs to get to know people.
Where: Coming in from the garage
When: Thursday around 8:30
Rating/Status: Who knows?

Hearing about the girl at TJS who overdosed had shaken Ada more than she'd like to admit. No, she hadn't known Dizzy at all, hadn't even met the girl, but it made her wonder how many of the people she had used with, all in the name of a party, had gone out the same way. How many would go out with a chemical overload in the future. It also made her remember her own close calls far too clearly. Twice she had been hospitalized for the same thing that had killed one of her classmates. If nothing else, it served to remind her just why she was fighting so hard to stay clean.

So she didn't even consider skipping the Thursday night NA meeting in Salem. She got back to the school at about 8:30, venti latte in hand. She parked the vintage Camaro in the enormous garage area, easing it in between a pickup and a smaller car, and slid out of the car. She locked her door, out of habit, by pushing in the little knobby button on the inside, and slid the door shut just in time to realize that she had left her keys sitting on the driver's seat.

"Well, shit," she said with a sigh, rolling her eyes at herself as she checked to see if maybe, just maybe, the window was rolled down a little bit. It wasn't, of course. At least she had coffee, but that wouldn't do her much good getting into her room if Addie didn't happen to be there, would it? But really, she just had to laugh. Here she was, fretting over addiction and overdoses, and the problem that arose was as simple as locking her keys in her car.

She started toward the door into the school, hoping someone would be around who might be adept at breaking and entering. She herself had only ever managed to break into a car on Grand Theft Auto, which wasn't very useful at this moment, and she really didn't want to have to break a window.

Placeholder for Addie/Ada, tentatively set for Wednesday

Who: Ada and Robbie
Where:The music room
When: Monday night
What: A friendly run-in
Rating: TBD, probably language though
Status: Incomplete

( Hear me now, like you did back then with an underground sound and a solid goal )

Who: Ada and Addie
When: Sunday afternoon
Where: The dormitories
What: Roomies meet, a case of mistaken identities ensues, fake life stories are fabricated in an epic bullshitting contest
Rating: R for language stuffs
Status: Complete

( They think I inadvertently reversed slowing down molecules and sped them up, making shit explode )