The Tiberius J. Swann Education Facility

Who: Angel [OPEN!!!!]
When: About 8AM, Thursday morning (after teen transformation)
Where: Staff Building
What: A young lady wakes up not knowing where she is. Angel believes it's a kidnapping.

In her dreams, she was flying. Not flying in the sense that she was flying in the sky like a bird, but she was being thrown from the hands of her peers who were fellow cheerleaders. As a teenager, Angelina felt like cheerleading was her life. That's what she did all afternoon and weekends, aside from spending time in mass and part-taking in choir practice on Mondays and Thursdays. Alright, so she was kind of a busy girl, but she really enjoyed her activities and hanging out with her friends. Back to her dream. In her dream she was soaring in the sky, arms stiff and poised as she posed before collapsing back down and falling into the strong cradle below. Once down, her dream continued in a fuzzy cheer routine she wouldn't ever remember coming waking up.

When she did wake up, alarm going off much earlier than she usually anticipated, Angelina rolled over in bed and slept another hour or so. By 8AM she got up and rubbed her eyes, moving to tie up her hair with a scrunchie she usually left upon her arm. It was not there. For a moment she went about searching under the covers with her hands, looking for it, before she blinked and looked around the room. This wasn't her room at the school. This wasn't her bed. These weren't even her clothes!!

( Scrambling to her feet, Angelina ran around the room and looked outside... )

Who: Angel & Rorie
When: Mid-day
Where: Angel's Office
What: Rorie's having a bad day and after a small accident in the hall, Angel tries to cheer him up.

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Who: Angel, Malakai
When: Around 2pm
Where: Malakai's Apartment
What: They have tea and Angel spills her feelings to Mal 'cause he's her Gal Pal.

( What did she have to lose? Well...plenty of things! )

Who: Angel, Reese, later Fox
When: About 10:30AM
Where: E1
What: Angel brings back the shoes (sadly)

When she woke up that morning at 6:30 to get dressed for a morning jog around the campus, Angelina was surprised to find a box sitting outside of her door. She found it just after 7 on her way out and sighed heavily to herself when she saw what was inside. But she only sighed after gasping and fanning her face because the shoes were absolutely gorgeous. A strong desire to put them on overtook her but she told herself she couldn't. They were beautiful shoes! Reese had good taste, or at least an eye for what women liked. Darn him. He had been so annoying last night, asking her all of the same questions all men here seemed to ask. Why was it so important to men, anyway?

Taking the box into her room she put it on the table, keeping it closed, and then went out for her jog. It was far too early to return them to Reese but as soon as it seemed late enough she certainly would! When 10:30 rolled around three hours later, Angel changed into a more casual outfit than her business attire and made her way over to the room. She knew where Fox stayed and, therefore, Reese. Taking a deep breath and a last, somewhat longing look at the shoes, the blond knocked on the door and stood back to wait for it to be answered. She hoped Fox did not get the door because, sadly, she wasn't there to see him.

Who: Angel, Fox
When: Evening/Dinner
Where: Around Boston
What: An evening out/Date??!!!!?!?
Rating: PG(-13?)

( She had really soft skin. He really liked touching that skin. He wished he could have touched her all over. )

Who: Angel, Fox
When: An hour after Angelic Lore
Where: Angel's Office
What: Tutoring (only not)!
Rating: PG-13

( Well, I can definitely say I've thought about kissing you. )

Who: Angel, Fox
When: A little after 2:30pm
Where: Angel's Office
What: Angel and Fox collide, spilling her tea down his shirt. She cleans him up. He riles her up.
Rating: PG (it's actually a cute log despite him being the average horny male)

( She did not like these feelings, if only because they were the kind she had fought against. )

Who: Angel, Malakai
When: 7PM
Where: Laundry Room
What: Angel is dancing to some music while in the laundry room without realizing she has company.
Rating: PG?

Prior to visiting the laundry room, Angelina had separated her laundry into blacks, whites, and colors. Not that she had many blacks, but she had enough that she felt they could have their own wash apart from the other two. Black was such a dark color (duh) and just didn't suit her. If she wore it, typically it was in the form of slacks or a skirt, leggings, or undergarments. Angel liked her brighter and whiter clothing. She had mostly whites, of course, but she had nearly as many colors. Squatting down in front of one of three open washers, the half-angel carefully put in one item by one, making sure they were separated and not bunched into balls. She couldn't STAND when that happened.

It made them so wrinkling and didn't always get them clean like she liked.

Across the room she heard the buzzer of her dryer go off. She had timed this perfectly! With a smile after glancing at the square machine, she finished loading the washer, put in the soap, and set it for delicates. Her whites, even blouses, practically were delicates anyway. Moving across the room, hips swaying to the song she slowly began to sing more confidently as time passed, she pulled her blacks from the dryer and let them fall into her basket. At the nearest surface she began to fold them--may as well while they're hot.

Who: Adora, Angel
When: 4pm
Where: Hope's Office/Adora's Desk
What: Angel brings Adora hot chocolate and asks to talk about a troubling matter that has finally come to her attention.

Her first day back to classes had been a welcoming one. Her students seemed genuinely to happy to see her, just as she had been happy to see them. Today, they had not learned anything about lore, but had asked Angelina all sorts of questions about her trip. She had told them what she thought was appropriate to share. There was also a demonstration with her healing gift. They had seemed very impressed. That had taken up the full period. Leaving, she returned to her room for a few minutes to make some hot chocolate, pouring it all into a Thermos, grabbing two mugs, and headed out to Hope's office.

"Adora?" called Angel as she rounded through the door, smiling when she saw her new friend in the room. She considered the pregnant woman her friend, now. Not only did the angel befriend people easily, but she had little problem with trust. To her, one could trust everyone until they became untrustworthy. Everyone needed to be given a chance, right?

"I brought hot chocolate! Ah hope ya like it."

Who: Adora, Angel
When: 3pm
Where: Hope's Office
What: Angel checks in to make sure all things are in order

Saturday evening had been quiet for Angelina while she had moved back into her apartment. She hadn't ever vacated the room, only taken the essentials with her back to North Carolina for her trip. Now that she was back she had spent the night washing laundry and dusting. The next morning, Sunday, Angel had gone to the morning procession as well as the evening meeting, spending much of the day talking with their father about her journey. He was interested in knowing more and so, while he had done his daily work, Angelina had given him a hand. "Bless your heart," he'd said once the day was over and she was finally leaving. He was a good guy.

Finally on Monday, when the offices were open, Angel went to properly check in for work. Just to make sure everything was set up properly so she could easily return to teaching. She had really missed her students. When she told her mother she was going to return to the school she had cried; she hadn't realized just how much she'd missed this whacky place. Despite all the strange things thrown at their lives, the school was filled with a great group of faculty and students. They were like her second family and she had longed to see them. So, stepping foot into the office, her almost overly bright blue eyes (she'd left her color correction out today) scanned the desks. Now, if she remembered from the information correctly, Nox had been replaced by Hope. That woman had been nice.

Approaching one of the desks, Angel put a soft hand down on the surface. Her nails were perfectly manicured with French tips. "Excuse me," she said in her Southern accent that was almost a drawl, but not quite. North Carolina sat on the borderline of Southern accents, really. "Is Miss Hope in?"