The Tiberius J. Swann Education Facility

Who: Meike and Aden
When: Friday evening
Where:  Aden's apartment
What: Meike finally gets a secret rendez-vous... kinda

Meike was intrigued.  Aden had a new project for her...  A challenging one, so it seemed.  She'd had fun keeping track of the little intrigues of the staff and students here, but it was hardly world shattering.  They would all make good pawns, but there were few who were General worthy, or even Corporal for that matter.  Those who seemed General worthy, who would make good leaders, were not yet ready to come into their own with their powers.  But, doing the footwork now might make them loyal to the company later on.  Hopefully Aden would let her continue her current work as well.

As for his little quip about taking her offer, she highly doubted it.  If he was serious, she wouldn't say no, but she had given up on that front.  It was fun to flirt, as it was fun to flirt with anyone, but Aden had made it clear he was an asshole.  The blond spitfire didn't take well to being toyed with, and he had thus expired his interest for her.

Knocking, she waited for him to answer the door.  "Mr. Grey, I'm here at your request..." she announced in a sultry voice.

Who: Kim and Aden
When: Wednesday, after dinner
Where: Aden's office
What: Kim's mind needs some readjusting

Kim's head began to throb as she walked out of the cafeteria. Why couldn't everything just magically go back to normal? Sure, the spell had been lifted and everyone was back to the way they were before, but things had changed. She couldn't quite get over the fact that she had been a bitch to a lot of people, but most of them were pretty understanding about it. The spell had made people act in ways they normally wouldn't have and she certainly knew that, but it couldn't shake what she was feeling right now.

She knew Starbuck couldn't help saying what he did during the spell, but it affected her nonetheless. Kim was pretty mortified at the fact that details of their sex life were now public knowledge, but hearing some of those other things kind of rattled her. He still thought about Kat sometimes and even compared her to Kim.. and he got frustrated with Kim's hesitancy to talk to him about her past. She couldn't really blame him for all that, but it still kind of hurt.

Sleeping was a difficult task the night before because her mind just wouldn't quiet down. A hundred thoughts and doubts were running through her head as she tossed and turned all night in her own bed.

Arriving at Dr. Grey's door, she took a deep breath before knocking. Her heartbeat sped up slightly and she suddenly became nervous about having to meet with him. This was her own idea after all, but now she was starting to regret it a little.

Who: Ava and Aden
Where: His office
When: Wednesday evening.
What: Silly vampire agreed to one session.

Ava wanted these sleeping pills and that was that. Normally she would have written Aden off as useless when he wouldn't give them to her straight off but she really wanted those pills so she was going to give him this one session to convince her that it was worth her time. It would take a lot to convince her therapy had any point though. She was only doing this to get what she wanted, and that was to be able to sleep without these damn nightmares.

Walking up to his office she knocked on the door, not waiting for his reply before entering. "Aden Grey?" She asked as she stood there looking every bit as composed and full of self confidence as she ever did. She wasn't even fiddling with her wedding ring for once.

Who: Aden and OPEN  (fair warning, if your character is overly emotional, his/her emotions will most likely be temporarily changed/drained.)
What: An encounter? Who knows.
Where: On campus, outside.
When: Monday, late afternoon/early evening.
Rating: Wouldn't have a clue.

Oh, the insanity.

It was rather entertaining, in a uniquely morbid way. There were people running to and fro without memories of who or what they were, people in love who should not have been, and just plain strange behavior. Whomever had done this was either a complete idiot, or some sort of twisted genius.

Aden stepped outside in the cold winter weather, quite pleased with himself for not being affected  (or at least, not that he could tell). It was quite folly to think that he could fix things by himself, or even fix things with the help of the few sane individuals left, so he barely bothered. Of course, he intervened if he thought someone was a danger to themselves or others, but mostly he just let them revel in their new little world.

He slowly took out a cigarette with his gloved yet nimble fingers, lighting it with a practiced ease. There was a boy quite a ways away, he observed while taking a nice long drag, and he appeared to be kicking the corner of the building like a lunatic. It was simple to slip into the boys mind, to be hit by the waves of anger and frustration, to sense the current instability in his emotions. It took merely a second to swap out the child's anger for joy, his frustration for contentment. It was unethical, yes. But he would rather be unethical than have the kid do something he would probably later regret.

The empath watched with a slight smile as the boy made his way up the stairs of the building he was just kicking, a pleasant little grin on his face. He heard footsteps behind him, and turned to satisfy his curiosity.

What sort of insanity was this one capable of?
 

Who: Meike and Aden
What: Welcome
Where: Meike's apartment
When: Evening

Who: Aden and Sydni
What: A meeting
Where: On the grounds
When: Afternoon

Sydni was very tired.  The full moon kept her up all night, and then Mikhail had kept her up most of the morning.  Try as she might, she couldn't sleep too late in the day.  She had things to do.  And her body was too used to being up at dawn, not sleeping away the day.  So, even though she didn't want to leave Mikhail's arms, she got up, took a shower, and got ready for life.

And, even though she was tired, she felt like she needed to move around, so she put on what a New Englander would wear for a blizzard, not a fall day, and took Molly out for a walk.  Two things tended to happen when the brunette was tired: she either got grumpy, or she got daydreamy.  And since she was in a good mood, she got daydreamy.  Even though it was total ridiculousness, she was daydreaming about her future life with Mikhail.  And her daydream, for the first time since she'd been turned, included children.

Dreamy smile on her face, she was walking pleasantly through the lightly wooded grounds when she sensed a presence and looked around.  Molly was already straining on the leash and bouncing slightly.  "Sit," the lycan said calmly, and the pup obeyed, though she took to licking the air, unable to control the urge to lick the stranger.

Who: Adora and Aden Grey
Where: Adora's Classroom
When: Thursday, After Lunch
What: Adora gets a house call from the good Dr. Grey

The soft strains of the cello on the speakers of Adora's stereo in the back of her classroom were not nearly as much of a soothing distraction for Adora as they normally were. The music, composed by a Japanese composer she had learned of a few years ago, was exceptionally beautiful and typically inspired her while she worked. Adora never worked during classes, but after lunch, in the hours between her office hours and after her classes, she could be found here in her classroom. Like usual, she was at a potter's wheel, a large ball of clay having been thrown onto the wheel as it spun rapidly. Adora had a manual machine, one that she had to pedal to make it spin, but it was only because she felt a sense of ease and familiarity with it this way.

As the wheel spun, Adora's fingers were already covered in the red clay as she began to run her hands firmly along the sides of the ball, making sure that it was spinning evenly, not lopsided or off-center. Pressing her finger into the middle of the top, she created the edge of the bowl and let the piece begin to create itself. Adora was a master at many mediums, but only because she actually spent a long time learning how to use different techniques over the years.

She had left a comment on her door Tuesday to tell Aden that she was stuck in a conference with a student and would have to reschedule, and she suggested Thursday as a new time. She wondered if he'd actually show up, but frankly, she was wondering if she could even handle if he did. She felt like she was crawling the walls, she was constantly hot and flushed, and she'd almost kissed a student in the middle of class. It wasn't good. She just couldn't understand what the hell she'd been going through the last two days, but mainly because she was in denial. Too bad Adora didn't realize that she was in one of her two fertile months of the year, making her basically like a cat in heat.

Who: Cissy and Aden
When: Afternoon
Where: Aden's office
What:Cissy has been listening to The Deftones too much and needs to take a break from writing.

Cissy realized one thing. She probably really did need some psychiatric help. But she would never go to a Grey to get it. So even though she probably should see some sort of therapist and actually talk about her issues, which there were many, she wouldn't be doing so here at TJS as long as Aden Grey was the resident head shrinker. She had heard enough about his family to be wary of letting him in on any of her little secrets. But that didn't mean that she couldn't at least stop by and see if the man was, at the very least, entertaining. She needed a break from writing, after all. Her brain felt like it was going to explode and her hand like it was going to fall off from exhaustion!

Hair down and in waves, dressed in a simple black spaghetti strap tank top and a pair of dark wash jeans that hugged her curves, she popped a bright red lollipop into her mouth just as she grabbed the keys to her dorm and headed towards the building that housed all of the faculty offices, the heels of her Jimmy Choos clicking against the tile as she walked.

The only one she had ever visited was Ric's, though she should probably make an effort to change that considering she was supposed to be learning things here. Really the only thing she wanted to learn was how to inhibit her abilities, not how to use them. She had no desire to learn how to do any of that even still. She kept telling herself that maybe that would change, but she pretty much had her mind set. And when Cissy made up her mind on something, it was nearly impossible to change it.

It took her a few minutes to actually find his office, noting how much nicer and newer this building was than the one where the students were housed, but at last she found herself outside of his closed door. A delicate hand reached up to rap upon the wood before she positioned herself carefully with a hand upon her hip, the other twirling a strand of hair, the red of the lollipop barely seen peeking out from between her glossed lips.

Who: Aden and Godric
Where: The Outdoor Pool
When: Around 6pm
What: Chance First Meeting

Worst. Week. Ever.

Godric was out by the pool, no intentions of swimming, just glad to be outside. This week could not have gone any worse if the school had caught fire. Well, okay, that would've made it worse for everyone else, but not for Godric. There were so many rumors about him being passed around, he couldn't even fathom what might come next. He just needed to get away from it all, even if just for an hour.

The water was cool against his ankles. He'd rolled up his pants and dipped his feet in, hoping it would relax him a bit. The water was freezing, though less so for someone with no body heat. Which was a plus. His mind wandered here and there, thinking about Cissy, and Blake, Georgette, Hope. Maybe it hadn't been such a bad week, but most definitely not his finest.

He was pretty distracted, and didn't notice an incoming visitor. Usually his senses kicked into high gear in the open air, but apparently not tonight.

Who: Aden and Cassie
What: He said drop by any time so she is.
Where: Aden's office!
When: Early Sunday Evening.

As soon as Aden sent her the message to say she could drop in anytime she had decided she may as well do so at some point, but then instead of telling her where his office like any other member of staff might he had just told her to look it up. Just for that, and that alone, she decided to go find it right now, and in record time if she could. Maybe she could annoy him by getting in the way.  So the chaotic one shut down her laptop, put it away and slipped on a pair of ballet style flats. She was not going to bother to change for him, or for well... anyone today. Cassie was enjoying a nice quiet Sunday. Ok so quiet was relative with her, but still,  no major havoc causing, she had already set that up the night before with her last poster. and so she had let Sunday be her time to reap the benefits and amusement her prank was causing.

As Cassia walked across the grounds she found herself wishing she had just used the tunnels, they may be creepy and cold in their own way but still better than being out in the open. A shiver ran through her and she wrapped her cardigan tighter around her t-shirt and leggings clad frame. Damn she hated being cold! It made her hurry even more and she managed to track down his office in good time if she did say so herself! 

"Hey, where do you want me?" She greeted him, knocking on the door whether it was open or closed.