The Tiberius J. Swann Education Facility

Who: Blake and Godric
What: A forcible outing (oh, no!)
Where: Out and about in Boston
When: 9pm sharp
Rating: Probably high by the end
Warning: This scene will contain smooches and snuggles and other icky stuff. Bring a barf bag.


At exactly nine o'clock, Godricwent into his bedroom, retrieved his partner with barely a word, and brought him out to the car. Tonight was determination, yes, but it was also about trying not to force himself to be determined about things. Tonight was about trying to just "be" without having to try as much as he did. Which was why there was a playlist synched up in the Prius when they got in, and Godric took Blake's hand then turned on the radio, then kissed him before driving off to Boston. With songs playing that Godric knew he liked, he could focus on that and not on whether or not the drive was strained or awkward. They could make small talk and he might not think and overthink if Blake was silently breaking his words down bit by bit. Ever since Blake had locked him that room, and the days of withdrawal, Godric worried that the quiet moments Blake had were imply filled with worries and judgement. But not tonight.

And, since he was wearing comfortable clothing (including his favorite shirt), Godric was not going to be uptight and uncomfortable as they pulled up to the dance club where they had shared their first true intimate experience, ironically in the very public parking lot. He wasn't even going to wonder if the owners would recognize the car and the two of them from a year and a half ago. He was just going to go inside, with Blake, and drink and probably stand around (and possibly be forced to dance) and just enjoy being together, without overthinking it.

But first he would worry just a little if this was something Blake wanted to do. "This alright?" he asked softly, looking over at the other man.

Who: Blake and Godric
Where: Their fave cafe
When: Eight p.m.
What: Godric needs to hold a meeting
Rating: PG

In true Godric fashion, he had arrived half an hour early, procured a table for himself and Blake, and was going over his points in his head. Now that he wasn't taking the potion, his mind was in overdrive, and he had thought out every possible way this conversation could go. He was prepared for it. Truthfully, he had missed this, feeling in control. But being without the control, and without the need for it, had been blessed relief. He was ready for this debate. He was also ready for it not to be one at all, though his hopes weren't high for that.

Seeing Blake approaching, Godric got to his feet, clearing his throat and adjusting his tie. "Hello," he said with a soft smile, nervous but trying to hide it. He was ready for this, and he knew he was. He had prepared everything he wanted to say. But he couldn't ever prepare himself for Blake. Blake's heart, and usually his mind, rarely went where Godric expected it to go.

Who: Godric and Blake
What: Angry violent withdrawal
Where: The BGH
When: Saturday night
Rating: R for violence and language
Warning: Verbal and physical abuse


It had been almost 24 hours since Godric had been out of this room, and over a day and a half since he'd last drank any of his potion. At first he had been mad that Blake had tricked him, and had locked him in here like a prisoner. After more time passed, he'd become furious. There were a few times when he had been very close to punching Blake right in the face, but he'd maintained only by destroying other things in the room. Now, though... now he was getting desperate. Everything that went away when he was drinking the potion was coming back to him, guilt and thoughts and worries and because it was sweeping in like a grand tidal wave, it was too much to handle. His hands were shaking, his heart hammering hard in his chest, his breath uneven and quick. He couldn't even look at Blake anymore when he came into the room, but instead Godric sat in the corner furthest from the door, knees drawn up and eyes downcast. He didn't speak anymore, didn't respond when spoken to. He just had to wait this out, until Blake was convinced he was fine, until he could get out of here. If he survived that long.

Who: Blake, Godric and Wesley
What: Intervention
Where: The BGH
When: Afternoon
Rating: R for language
Note: Chat Aimscene

( Talk. I'm listening. )

Who: Godric and Blake
What: Grocery shopping
Where: Stop and Shop!
When: Around 11:30pm
Rating: TBD


After the house had settled, and everyone was in bed and Blake had slumped down on the couch in an exhuasted heap, Godric had grabbed him by the wrists and hoisted the demon once again to his feet and almost whined for him to come grocery shopping. Normall Godric would have just gone by himself and let Blake rest, but he'd taken some of the potion not two hours prior and he was feeling bubbly. Sure, he could go alone, but he wanted Blake to come with him, to spend time with him. And these days, when Godric wanted to do something, he usually just did it.

The 24 hour supermarket was a blinding beacon in the otherwise darkness of a closed Danvers. A few people were milling about the place, mostly night workers who recognized Godric and smiled a polite New England hello. And of course there was Blake, who looked tired and somehow beautiful at the same time. "Everyone keeps eating all my cereal," Godric lamented, tossing a box into the carriage as he came up behind Blake and trapped him in a playful embrace. "Why do you people have to eat so much?"

Who: Ari and Blake
What: A confrontational question
Where: Blake's office
When: Midday
Rating: R for Ari language


Things really hadn't gone like Ari had planned them, though to be perfectly honest he hadn't really planned too carefully. He had expected that his parents would hear from the school that he had died, would sigh in relief that they didn't have to deal with him anymore, and then go about their lives. Instead they had called up Hope in a panic and threatened to pull Ari from the place and completely flipped out. They had acted like, well... parents. And that confused the shit out of Ari.

He needed to talk to someone, and Cassidy was out, and Adam was out, and Hope was too attracted to him so she'd be thinking about grinding his dick the entire time, so there was really only one person left to annoy. Walking into Blake's office without so much as a courtesy knock, Ari plopped himself down in a chair and pulled out his phone, and started flinging angry birds. "I got another question for you," he said without looking up, as though Blake were a secondary reason for him to be here, and that they'd already been in the middle of some conversation.

Who: Sim and Blake
What: Meeting and helping direct
Where: A bakery in Danvers
When: Monday afternoon

Sim had been busy. It had taken her nearly a half a week to get from New York to Danvers. Lots of pick pocketing and taxi's and confusing English being yelled at her. It was a mess and she wasn't sure if she'd be able to get to Danvers. That is until there was some lucky taxi driver that spoke French and was able to give her directions. Of course her week in New York was very different from the life she knew back in France. New York was bustling and busy with smells and people that were as different as wild flowers in a field, though they all weren't pleasant like the flowers were. As soon as she could, she was gone. Taking a bus to Danvers and that was as far as she could get because no matter how hard she tried to look for Garret, she kept coming up with a school, but not a way to get there.

( Why couldn't everyone learn French? It was easier than stupid English. )

Who: Wesley & Blake
Where: BGH
When: Sunday morning
What: Wesley asks Blake a question that's been niggling.

It was dead silent in the house. Blake was sprawled face-first on the sofa, one arm behind him and the other on the floor. He looked, for all intents and purposes, absolutely shattered. A very bright healer was already roaming the house, having been up for hours with his sneaking boots on. After creeping past the sleeping demon all day Wesley couldn’t handle it any more. He went over and settled next to him, inching those long legs up the cushions so that he had some space, before the healer smiled at the sleeping beauty and clapped his hands loudly.

Having been given the fright of his life Blake jolted awake, inhaling some of the fluff from the cushion as he snorted back to consciousness. On hearing the healer’s chortles the demon gazed blearily over to him, hair flopping into his eyes. “Who died?”

( You are scary sometimes. )

Who: Darwin and Blake (and Wes)
Where: the BGH
When: afternoon of the Wednesday
What: The prodigal cousin shows up.

The house that Darwin stood infront of was a little startling. When he’d heard his dear Cousin was in America he hadn’t expected him to be residing at yet another supernatural school let alone to have a house as grand as this. It was a little impressive, almost, that Blake had done so well for himself. He’d half anticipated an apartment, or a bungalow. Maybe a small townhouse with enchanted gnomes in the front garden. Little did he know that the house did not just shelter Blake but his other half, his other half’s childe, six Finnish children, their brother, Godric’s honorary brother, and the occasional daughter or friend.

He would soon be introduced to a shadow this, for when he knocked on the door he heard several voices, some speaking a language he’d last heard and understood many years ago. Eventually a familiar English voice greeted his ears asking someone to ‘go upstairs, please!’ and he steeled himself for what might be an awkward reunion.

( Are you married? Are you in trouble? )

Who: Godric and Blake
What: Spending time together
Where: The BGH
When: Evening
Rating: TBD

First there had been dinner, then there had been shopping and by the time all was said and done, Godric was tired but satisfied. The house wasn't ready for a boatload of children just yet, but if they showed up tonight they could make do. It was a solid start. Tomorrow they could stock up on groceries, canned noodles and sauce and ravioli and boxes of macaroni and cheese, various nonparishables that children enjoyed. But for tonight, they could finally just sit down and relax. Everything had been brought upstairs and was organized (sort of) in the room and maybe later on in the night Godric would build the bookshelves and tables that were planned for the older child room.

For now, though, he could sit next to Blake on the sofa and let the demon choose whatever channel they were to watch, and be content with an arm around his shoulders. Blake had been extremely helpful tonight, animated and smiling and checking off his list with excited fervor. It was pretty cute to witness how happy he was about the prospect of children. "So," Godric said after a moment of channel flipping, "is this what you imagined when you said you wanted a house full of children someday?"

Who: Blake, Penny and Godric
Where: Blake's apartment on campus
When: Sunday evening
What: Cured! But Blake's sill a mess.

Since calling Godric on his birthday Blake had been to say the least, distracted. Though Penny had managed to calm him down and convince him that diving off the boat to get back to Boston wasn't exactly the most sensible thing, he'd instead tried to find a cure, only to see from checking journals at the weekend that people were already being saved.

It was a relief, but also an extra worry. If people were ok, and the electricity was back on, then why wasn't Ric calling? What had happened to him, to Hope? What about everyone else? Blake just about managed to keep it together on the plane ride home, mainly for Penny's sake. He didn't envy her having to put up with him over the last few days and he'd been very conscious to try and keep the panic to a minimum.

Arriving in Danvers on Sunday evening there was one place Blake wanted to go and he immediately headed back to his apartment, Penny in tow. The door was flung open the moment the key was turned, and Blake met the scent of illness, Ric and Hope the moment he entered.

"Godric?! Godric please tell me you're here..."

Who: Penny and Blake
What: Second night on their cruise
Where: Somewhere in the Caribbean
When: Evening
Rating: TBD


Penny and Blake had been accosted by a group of girls, and there was nothing either of them could do about it. On the second night of the cruise, dinner had a theme- Hollywood night. And since Penny had not known this, neither she nor Blake were especially prepared. But it seemed that didn't matter. The rooms surrounding theirs were inhabited by a gaggle of college girls who were looking to find love (or something like it) oin the cruise, and they had come prepared. So the girls split into two groups, one taking Blake and the other Penny, and had dressed them both for the evening with whatever spare costume and accessories they had.

Half an hour later, Penny emerged, bedecked like a true Hollywood starlet. And feeling incredibly naked and self conscious, despite what the giggling harpies from hell were telling her. "Come on, Blake!" she called to the door of the room where he had disappeared. "Hurry up!"

Who: Blake and Godric
What: Pikcing up the drunk
Where: Starting at Blake's place
When: Around 9
Rating: PG 13
Status: In progress

It didn't take fifteen minutes to get to the campus, but Godric gave Blake some extra time to get himself prepared for company. Whatever it was that he and Penny had talked about must have been intense. When Godric had talked to the demon, he had been nervous about hurting Penny's feelings and apprehensive about an incoming relative visit. But now he was drunk on a full bottle of wine and slurring and seemingly miserable. He was apologizing for things that Godric didn't even know about, which indicated he felt guilty and self-depreciating. Penny must have done a number on Blake.

Finally, Godric arrived at Blake's place, not bothering to knock and insted letting himself in. Well, Blake hadn't been exaggerating about one thing- he did look like a mess. With a small sigh, Godric went and sat down beside the man, not saying a word, just looking on expectantly.

( Ok now was his moment... the lines of conversation, the way he could explain himself! But faced with Godric's expectant face and smelling of booze, Blake merely tilted his head and smiled, softly. 'You're so pretty.' )

Who: Blake and Godric
What: The vampire is in a fine mood
Where: Blake's office
When: First thing in the morning
Rating: PG 13

Now that Hope had returned, things just felt right. The pessemistic part of Godric was quieted for the moment, the rest of him simply reveling in the goodness of life. Things were going so well. Hope had come home, he and Blake were managing a friendship without much complication, and he was even (sort of) dating someone without worrying that it would fall to pieces and devastate everyone involved. It just seemed too good to be true.

But, for now, he would just enjoy it. Maybe soon everything would turn sour again, but that was the future. Now was now, and now was good. And right now the vampire was seeking out Blake to tell him the great news about Hope. He knocked on the demon's office door and then simply let himself in, a smile stuck on his lips. "Good morning, Mr. Elliot," he said brightly, shutting the door behind himself and taking residence in a chair across from Blake. "Hope is back. Back in Danvers, back to herself... back in my blood. She's back." Laughing a little, Godric leaned back in the chair, steepling his fingers. "I feel as though I might explode from happiness."

Who: Blake and Godric
What: Crossword puzzles
Where: Godric's study in the BGH
When: Evening
Rating: PG


Godric was ready for Blake's arrival. Hot water was boiling for Blake's tea, a plate was set out for his biscuits, as was the demon's favorite mug. It would be nice for the two of them to just hang out, do things they used to do. Of course, it was something they had done when they were a couple, but since it was not sexual or intimate, Godric felt it was probably okay. Unless Blake brought over a very questionable crossword book, the evening was sure to remain PG.

When Blake did finally arrive, the vampire was sitting on the countertop (something he always scolded Wesley about) reading a romance novel and looking incredibly confused. Since Ava had mentioned them, he had been curious about the kind of subject matter in them. It was... strange. At the moment the heroine, who seemed to faint at the merest sign of emotion, was awaiting her lover (with some ridiculous masculine name) to return from a war or a mission or somewhere as manly as his ridiculous name. And she was thinking about his muscles, and Godric wasn't sure if he had ever seen a muscle 'ripple' when it wasn't having a seizure. And that was certainly not romantic. "Have you ever read these?" he asked when the demon came into the kitchen. "It's nonsense! How can women possibly buy into this? It is so far removed from reality it is almost bordering on insanity!"

Who: Penny and Blake
What: Verbal (and maybe physical) ass kickings
Where: The BGH
When: Afternoon
Rating: PG 13


Penny didn't care that Blake was recouperating, or if he was in bed. She was going to kick the crap out of that stupid witch! Blake had broken the most basic rules of witchcraft, and if it had been one of his own students, he would be furious. He was not excused from his own rules!

Pulling up to the Big Gay House (wow, this place was gorgeous, no wonder so many people kept moving in here), Penny stood out by her car to take the place in a moment. It looked like a hotel, or like if it went unpainted for a few years it would be considered haunted by the locals. Shaking herself from her daze, Penny marched up to the front steps and knocked on the door, smoothing back her ponytail as she waited for someone to get the door. Luckily, it was Wesley, someone she at least knew of. "Hey," she said with a polite smile. "I um... I need to see the skinny idiot. I have to yell at him. Please."

Who: Blake and Godric
What: Blake has made a slight error in judgement
When: Evening
Where: The BGH
Rating: PG 13

In the darkness of his apartment Blake gently infused the bubbling beaker in front of him with a sprig of heather, making the heated liquid purple. It had been a productive evening, in the plight to get this block from his head. Penny had helped immensely, giving him some old spells, but they hadn’t been completely what he wanted and so the witch had taken to amending the texts and structure of the spells with bits from his own investigations. It had resulted in this - the concoction before him. Brewed for nine hours it was almost ready. He merely had to say the incantation, down the liquid, and then feel the wall come down...

It was odd. Everything he did or didn’t feel was making him half the man he was meant to be and though he risked destroying everything he’d worked towards (he had mastered his powers, he was balanced, he was rational!) there was something to be said for not knowing who he was. Like a gaping hole in his head making him no use to anyone. And the rush of sadness but immense joy that had come at reading everything Ric had written.... It was like he’d been shown a glimpse of what being awake was like.

He had to do it. And so as soon as the liquid congealed he murmured the words that would instantly cool it, the flames dying. A deep breath was taken and Blake reached out to lift it from its case. It was now or never. He trusted himself enough to think he’d got it right. A frown creased his brow.

( To me. )

Who: Blake and Penny
What: New Year's Eve hang outs
Where: Penny's apartment [perhaps only at first]
When: Starting around seven pm
Rating: PG 13 at best


The dinner fare wasn't anything to impressive, just marinated chicken strips, corn and macaroni and cheese (home made!), but it still smelled incredible. Penny just hoped that Blake wasn't a picky eater, though judging from how thin he was, maybe that was exactly the case. But if he didn't like it, well, too bad for him. Setting out two places at the table, Penny was making sure she had everything she'd need for tonight. She hadn't gone out and "partied" in who even knew how long, and she didn't really miss it. She was too old for obscenely drunk people and everyone groping one another and having to kiss a room full of people at midnight. No thank you. Sitting at home with a friend, at least someone she would like to be a friend, was good enough.

The wine glasses were being set just as Blake rapped on the door. Gathering back her hair, she twisted it into a quick bun and jabbed it with a pencil from the cup on the hall table to keep it in place. She was in her pajama pants and a tank top, nothing fancy. Hopefully Blake wouldn't mind the casualness of it. Opening the door, Penny smiled at him, nervously. She wasn't all that good at "branching out", and this was kind of a big step. "Hi," she said, trying not to sound too eager, in case he thought she was creepy of something. "Come on in."

WHO: Blake, Godric, Wesley, Mandy and whoever's turned up
WHERE: BGH
WHEN: Xmas day baby!
WHAT: Blake wants to give his presents in person, and to thank a particular vampire.

Blake had spent most of Christmas Eve/Day's evening with a tremendous headache for two reasons: he had broken down into tears repeatedly, on receiving the parcel and on reading the journal, and also because his head was straining with the new information that was screaming to be let out of its hexed cage. He'd managed to sleep in the early hours on the morning only to wake up three hours later and though he was tired, he was already planning going to Godric's house if only to thank him for his gift.

He rolled up infront of the very familiar house and had to pause to drink it all in. Since reading Ric's memories his own had been brought to the forefront and he saw it in such a different light. His fondness for the place wasn't changed at all, but he remembered the exact place he'd smashed that cereal bowl, where he'd arrived home drunk... the window Godric had been able to see through because of Blake's charms deflecting sunlight....

Grabbing the gifts he'd bought he strolled up to the front door and had to knock with his foot, just because he'd stupidly forgotten a bag and he didn't really want to break anything.

Who: Blope!
Where: Hope's office
When: Afternoon time.
What: Afternoon tea! With scones and talking

This was going to be awkward. Blake had only ever seen pictures that Hope had shown him of herself during her teenage years. He wasn't quite sure what to make of it and doubted that he would until he'd spoken with her. On paper, Hope being 16 again and remaining so was a shock decision but nothing he couldn't handle. The reality would probably be a lot harder.

Nevertheless a catch up date had been arranged and Blake was walking with a picnic basket full of scones, sandwiches, tea cakes, and some jam tarts. A true, proper English picnic! He even had the tartan quilt. All that was missing was bees and problem ants but those wouldn't be missed. Knocking on the office door he braced himself. She knew all about him. As much as she'd been friendly he expected a slap regardless.