The Tiberius J. Swann Education Facility

Who: Tiger and Cissy (and Grace)
Where: Airport! And then who knows
When: Friday evening
What: Tiger's coming home to Bostonia.

Tiger was nervous for a lot of reasons. He had cut his hair and whilst he knew, by the picture he posted on the journals, that Cissy approved seeing it in person might be totally different. And he was tanned, now. He'd tried to get out and walk whenever he could and had spent three days in Vegas just stretched out, canvassing the surroundings for inspiration and basically being on his own. It was therapeutic and it took his mind off. He figured out he wanted another tattoo, so he got one, on a space by his shoulder. He figured out he wanted a change of clothes, so he got a fair few items. He figured out a lot of things, which was probably why he was so damn nervous.

Having barely taken any luggage all he had was a large carry-on bag which was filled with his old clothes. He wore some new ones, just to be fresh, and he took a deep breath as he made it to arrivals. It wasn't nice, the thought of coming back and not having his mother there to ask about it... but his girls would be there, waiting, and Grace would look so much older than when he left and Cissy would look the same beautiful woman she always did. Blue needed him back at TJS, he missed her, and Boston would be fucking cold but familiar. Home. His Dad would want to see him. And so as he made his way out of the tunnel he looked around for the two gorgeous blondes and instantly grinned when he saw them.

Who: Tiger, Cissy, Gracie and Daddy Tiger
Where: Hospital
When: Evening of Sunday 28th December
What: Tiger's mum has been taken into hospital

Tiger's feet was rushing as fast as they could carry him. The tattooed man tried to slow down enough for Cissy to keep up with him but he was driven by the need to get to his Mom. She needed him, his Dad needed him, and when his family called he was always there. Through every hall and every turn Tiger looked for the signs to the Dawn Ward, where his Dad had said he was, and praying that everything would be alright. Christmas had been so great, he couldn't bear that something had gone wrong but he'd deal with it. Whatever he was faced with, he'd deal.

Alan Bentley was sitting down on a chair at the end of a long, plain corridor. It was duller than the rest, grey, like it didn't need to be sterile. There'd be no point. A sign for the Dawn Ward was nearby and as soon as Tiger spotted him he sped down towards him, calling out 'Dad!" as he went. Alan stood, red rings around his eyes and cheeks hastily wiped free of tears. The closer Tiger got, the more his stomach plummetted in a knowing sort of thud.

Who: Charlie and Cissy
When: Thursday midday
Where: administrative office
What: Charlie got a package in the mail

Charlie knew the package had to contain some sort of birthday present. The timing couldn't be mistaken. But it surprised him that Davia not only remembered his birthday, but wanted to send him something. He figured she loathed his existence, and a birthday commemorated his entrance into the world. Why in the world would she celebrate that? He'd fucked up her life. He did that a lot lately. It was becoming a horrible habit.

Leaving the apartment after closing his laptop, Charlie headed straight for the administrative office to meet Cissy. She was extremely chipper in their online conversation. He couldn't actually recall the last time they'd talked, but he didn't remember her being quite so positive. Good for her. It was nice to know there were still happy people in the world.

As he walked in, he spotted her doing just what she said she'd be doing: filing. "So that's how you roll, huh?"

Who: Cissy and Wes
When: Night
Where: The BGH
What: A kitchen encounter
Rated: NSFW

Wesley never failed to get on Cissy's nerves. Every time they talked, he annoyed her. He was just.. impossible. He used to be so much fun. She used to enjoy their banter. But ever since he had gotten his heart broken, he just wasn't any fun anymore. And he was kind of mean. He'd made her all pouty when they'd spoken online just a few minutes before and so she decided to do what any girl did when they were lonely and moody. She decided to get something to eat.

After checking on Grace, who was sound asleep in her room, Cissy headed downstairs to the kitchen. Ric was out and so was Hope meaning it was only herself and Wesley in the house tonight. Since he rarely ever bothered to leave his room, she didn't bother grabbing her robe, heading down in nothing but the tank top and panties that she'd been lounging around her room in tonight.

She didn't bother to flip the light on as she headed inside, instead relying upon the dim light from the fridge to afford her enough light to see what she was doing. Yogurt looked good, she decided, grabbing the container from the fridge and closing the door. Her back was toward the kitchen door as she peeled the lid off of the container and licked a spare bit off of her finger.

Who: Cissy and Tiger
When: Evening
Where: Boston
What: Reconnecting
Rated: NSFW

( Today was shaping up to be a good day. )

Who: Cissy & Tiger
Where: TJS and the date place!
When: Sunday evening.
What: Tiger and Cissy's first official date!
Rating: TBD

So this was Tiger's first real official date with Cissy. And possibly at all. He couldn't really class him asking Frankie to a gig one night as a date because he hadn't meant it as one. But with Cissy he'd actually made the move to ask her out officially because, well - she seemed like she needed some sort of outline of what they were doing and a little more stability than a booty call, so why not take her on a date? It wasn't going to be formal - he'd put on what he hoped was his smartest get up for their night out because it was casual and really would only be them hanging out eating a meal and doing whatever else she felt like. He wanted to make her smile.

Clearing his throat Tiger arrived at Cissy's place at around eight, knocking his arrival before he stepped back, waiting for her to answer.

Who Tiger and Cissy
When: Very Late, after the Dance
Where: Cissy's apartment
What: A late night phone call followed by a late night booty call.
Rated: DIRTY

( That was kinda my sneaky ass way of trying to get permission to come over. )

Who: The School
What: The Dance!
When: Friday Night
Rating: NR

It had been a bit of a scramble putting the rec center together in the few hours between when the inspectors left and the start of the mixer, but in true TJS fashion it was not only accomplished, but fairly spectacular. The upper level gymnasium had been cleared and decorated as a dance floor, with a DJ booth and flashing strobe lights mixed amongst the streamers. The adjacent basketball court held nine different buffet tables, ranging from finger foods to simple entrees to intricate desserts. Here there were chairs and sofas scattered throughout, a haven from the noisy dance floor to socialize.

There were a few members of the security staff, as well as a few teacher chaperones, but even with the watchful eye of the staff, there was a sense of relief and informality in the air. This wasn't just a welcome back celebration for the students, but a victory party, a relieving hurrah for everyone as the hellish state inspection had finished, and the schools doors were to stay open. Despite the differences, the cliques, the friends and enemies made, the school had banded together and survived, and the comeraderie was almost tangible this night.

Who: Cissy and Tiger
When: Saturday Evening
What: A ride home and a date of sorts.
Where: Logan International Airport then TJS
Rated: TBD

Traveling was such a bitch, especially with a young baby in tow. Though she had flown once already, Grace didn't care for flying. The cabin pressure hurt her poor, young ears and she normally cried and fussed the entire trip. But that was okay. Cissy was looking forward to being home. And that made it all better. And it wasn't just because she had missed Ric or because she was looking forward to seeing Fisher before he left or that she had missed Devon and couldn't wait to see him again, it was also because of Tiger.

Tiger was an unexpected twist. She'd really only replied to Blue because she was bored and she had only messaged Tiger because he had a car and she needed a ride, but she genuinely liked him. They clicked. He made her feel flirtatious and pretty and alive and that was definitely exactly what she needed right now. So as she stepped off the airplane, bags slung over her shoulder and Grace in her carseat in the other hand, she had a bit of lightness to her step, looking forward to seeing the tattooed lad who hopefully would be waiting for her.

Cissy grinned as soon as she spotted him, which was easy to do because the goober really did bring a sign with him. And with a bright smile upon her lips, she cut through the crowd to greet him. "Hey there, hot stuff." Her voice was low and sultry before she giggled and then added in her usual voice, "I can't believe you really made a sign. How embarrassing!"

Who: Cissy and Jonah
When: Night
Where: Jonah's Bedroom - Seattle, WA
What: A little conversation
Note: Aim Scene

( Let's just say I've missed having someone to hold when I go to sleep. )

who: Cissy and Arc
When: Sunday Evening
Where: Casa de la Witt
What: Baby Bonding Time

It was nice to do something semi-normal for a change. Even just cooking dinner was like... a relief. It was the first time she had been out of the room from Grace since Grace had been born, other than in the hospital of course, and it was nice to be away from her, to feel normal for a bit, to not feel so... She couldn't think of the words for it. Cissy loved her daughter. She did. But she couldn't stand to look at her. And she couldn't stand to leave her either so that made things more than a little difficult. But the break had done her some good, and now... back to normal. But at least she had Arc here to distract her. Of course she had no idea what to do now.

"So.. we could watch a movie." Both Caitlin and Grace were fast asleep though who knew how long that would last. Grace was up every couple of hours, screaming her head off, wanting to eat, and Cissy unfortunately did not have a daddy to send to take care of her in her place. "Or, I dunno... talk?" She gave a small shrug of her slender shoulders as she sat perched on the edge of her bed. "I'm sorry. I'm not very... I mean the girls that I used to hang out with, all we ever did was go out for mani-pedis and talk about boys and clothes." She gave a wry laugh. That was back when things were simple, when those were the least of her worries. A lot had changed since then.

Who: Cissy
When: Thursday Evening
Where: Simon's Vigil
What: The grieving widow makes an appearance.

For those who hadn't seen her lately, which was pretty much everyone at the school, the first thing they would notice about Cissy VallarioCurtis tonight was how incredibly pregnant she looked. Up until about a week ago, she was barely showing. And then it was as if the baby went through a growth spurt over night and she suddenly looked the part of an expectant mother.

What she didn't seem to look the part of, however, was the grieving widow. She wasn't in tears. She wasn't dressed in black. Her appearance was far from haphazard. She actually looked completely and totally together, dressed in a lovely teal dress that brought out the color of her eyes and some black heels. Her makeup was done perfectly, her hair in a fancy up-do with a few tendrils hanging down to frame her face. If she was going to be out in public, she may as well look nice, at least that was what she'd told herself. Really, getting ready and taking the time to look beautiful had kept her mind off of where she was going and what she was going there for. Though once she was there, there was no taking her mind off of it.

Cissy didn't find a spot directly next to the vigil, but one a little further off and out of the way. She didn't want to be too close. She didn't want to speak to anyone. And anyone who ventured over to say hello to her, to try to strike up some sort of conversation, to apologize, was completely ignored as she simply stared at the flaming candles and gathering people. Even James had gone unacknowledged, the hug he gave her left un-returned, not as much as a word spoken to him before he walked away.

Twenty minutes. Twenty minutes was all that she could stand before she turned around and walked away, sending Ric a text to let him know that she'd be over by the water tower when he was ready to go home. She didn't care to be there anymore, she just wanted to be alone.

Who: Cissy and Ophelia
Where: Cissy's house
When: afternoonish
What: Ice cream and things.

Ophelia really did not want to leave her bed, nor had she the energy to talk or do much of anything. The only fact that forced her to dress and get her going was that she would receive some of Simon's shirts. She wasn't sure if she'd be able to handle being in the place where he had lived - and it was so awful to use the past tense. Ophelia didn't bother to comb her hair, so it was quite the purple bushy mess, and she had circles under her eyes. Her baggy sweater was wrinkled and hung off her shoulders, but she paid no attention to it as she walked numbly to the entrance of the school.

She was supposed to meet Cissy at the house and so she had to find a taxi to take her there. Barely registering geting into the vehicle, being driven there, and paying the man, Ophelia walked up to the door and knocked on it. She had a bag of a couple cartons of ice cream like she promised, and waited for the other woman to answer. Her heart pounded like crazy, throat swelled and made it difficult to swallow, and Ophelia felt like she'd collapse on the spot. It wouldn't take much for her to start crying again, she just knew it.

Finally, she saw the blonde standing in front of her. "Hi," Ophelia croaked, nausea and anxiety overtaking her. What could she say to someone she didn't know very well but who was going to give birth to her best friend's daughter? She stepped forward to hug her softly, her eyes falling to the ground afterwards. "I... brought the ice cream." It was slightly louder than a whisper and she bit her lip for a few seconds.

Who: James and Cissy
When: Sunday Afternoon
Where: Cissy's House
What: An argument

( You have no right to be at all upset about what he does when you're standing over there looking like you've been out playing a fucking vampire live action roleplay. )

Who: Cissy and Fox
What: Take Two?
When: Friday Night
Where: Cissy's house
Rated: NC-17, as long as Cissy doesn't freak out again

Cissy was nervous. She could feel butterflies fluttering around in her stomach all day. The hour that Fox was to arrive continued to grow ever closer and the closer it got, the more nervous she became. But she was going to be fine. Tonight, she was going to have a good time and she wasn't going to think about anything that might stop her from doing exactly that. She wasn't with Simon. She wasn't going to be with Simon. And Jonah was gone and he wasn't coming back. She might as well move forward, right? And why not do that with someone from whom she knew exactly what to expect. Fox was perfect, no ties, and the last thing she wanted right now were ties, right? Right.

An executive decision was made about twenty minutes before time for Fox to arrive. Cissy sent him a quick text message before she went about the task of ensuring that everything was ready. They would skip the formalities. They would skip the whole "Hi, how are you?" "I'm good, thanks. And you?" conversational stuff. That was what had gotten her into trouble the last time. There had been too much talking and not enough doing and tonight she just wanted to do. Maybe then she wouldn't get cold feet when all she really wanted to do was get off.

Eight o'clock found Cissy in her bedroom, dressed in a cute set of black lace and soft pink satin undergarments and propped up on about a dozen pillows on her bed. Her sheets were clean and new, crisp, and her comforter incredibly warm and soft, stuffed with down, and in spite of the ever growing signs of her condition, in other words, in spite of the swell of her tummy, she felt sexy. And honestly, she could totally get used to what pregnancy had done for her rack. She'd always had nice breasts, but now they were still nice but much larger. And she could live with that.

Who: Cissy and Fisher
When: Wednesday Evening
What: Cissy has tricked Fisher into coming over and now she's going to con him into helping her pack her things and load them into her car.
Where: Cissy's room

She was seriously thinking about it. It wasn't exactly a terrible idea. But there was no real need to decide about it right this minute. They had a while, unless Fisher went and got himself killed, of course, which she hoped that he never would. Cissy had no idea what she'd do without him. But Lyle would be a good father and he deserved to have a child someday in spite of the fact that he physically couldn't. So what would be the next best thing? It seemed totally obvious! And Cissy would be down for it if Fisher was. She really did think that the two of them could make a super adorable baby together.

But first thing's first, there was Bump. Or Grace. Grace Alicia Curtis. She and Simon had finally settled that debate. She was going to make Grace her middle name and just call her Grace, but he didn't like that idea. He thought that would just make Alicia a useless first name so it should just be the middle name. Then there was some debate about how well it flowed and stuff... Finally she'd just let him have his way with it being the middle name and she got her way by calling her Grace. He did get the last name, after all.

Cissy had already started to toss a few things in boxers while she was waiting for Fisher to get his Coke. She usually didn't drink soda herself, but she felt like she could have used the carbonation today. She should have asked him to get her one too. She'd left the door to her room open so he could just come in without knocking when he got there. Besides, by that point in time, she'd probably have a box ready for him to carry. Tricky girl. She hadn't told him that he'd be helping her move tonight.

Who: Arcelia and Cissy
When: Wednesday Afternoon
What: Baby Lessons
Where: Arc's Room

This was only the second time that Cissy had ever been here. Last time, Arc was the one who was pregnant and Cissy was bringing her dessert that she herself wouldn't eat. This time, Cissy was the one that was pregnant and she was bringing a dessert that she would most definitely eat. She'd made the same thing as last time, the chocolate invention with the mousse and the cookie crumb crust and everything. It was so yummy even if it was really really bad. But she didn't do chocolate terribly often and her doctor had said it was okay to sate the craving every now and then so... sate herself she would.

She was tired today, and she looked rather exhausted as she made her way through the girls' dorms and to Arcelia's door. She was wearing a pair of sweats today, nothing even remotely fancy, just an Old Navy fleece track suit that was incredibly warm, hair brushed and pulled back. She'd slept in most of the day today, having stayed up and out pretty late last night, well, late for her here lately, with Taylor, she'd needed it. It seemed like the further along she got, the more exhausted she was. And she still had to start work on moving. At least she only had to get her personal things there. The rest, furniture and curtains and all that stuff, had already been taken care of. It still seemed like a lot of work though. Maybe she'd get Fisher or somebody to help her get everything packed later on tonight.

A lazy knock, because even her lock sounded lazy, was given to Arcelia's door as she waited for the other single mother to answer. "Hey." She said, and gave her an exhausted smile before holding out the tray. "I brought deliciousness." And then she spotted Caitlin. "Oh wow. She's grown so much!" Though Cissy had only really seen her in passing from time to time.

Who: Cissy and Fox
When: Saturday Evening
What: A Date!
Where: Wherever Fox decides to take her!
Rated: To Be Determined

Arcelia had done an incredible job of helping Cissy find something to wear. The outfit she had picked out for her was just amazing. For one, it was completely comfortable, and comfort was a major thing when you were pregnant. Second, the cut of the shirt made it very good for hiding that ever growing bump that was her unborn child. And third, she looked HOT! And she felt hot. And of course feeling hot was worth way more than just looking hot and for the first time in a while, she felt it. And this had only made her even more excited.

After much debate about her hair, Cissy had decided to go with an up do. Her hair had been curled first to give it body before being pinned in a way that allowed tendrils of blond to hang down and frame her face. Her makeup was left relatively natural, fresh looking and clean, only enough to enhance her own natural beauty which only seemed improved by the added fullness of her face, hips, thighs, breasts, and the glow that came along with being pregnant. She topped off the outfit with a splash of DKNY Be Delicious, and she was ready to go.

With Valentino Couture on her feet and Judith Leiber in her hand, she felt more like her old self than she had in ages. And it was nice. Ever since her conversation with Ric, since she had asked him if he expected her to be perfect and he'd said "no", she had felt so much better about herself. She'd felt like there was so much weight lifted off of her shoulders, so much pressure off of her chest, and she could breathe again, move again, live again. And she could show Fox exactly why there was no girl like a New York girl when it came to having a good time.

Who: Cissy and Taylor
What: Ice Cream!
Where: Taylor's Room
When: 7pm!

Cissy was sort of looking forward to tonight. She didn't know Taylor, and this wasn't a real date, but it was her doing something nice for someone, reaching out to someone that not many people would, and it made her feel good about herself, not to mention there was also ice cream involved. She had stopped by the store after she'd finished her shift at the maternity store for the day and had picked up two pints of ice cream; Ben and Jerry's Cherry Garcia and Mint Chocolate Chunk. The Cherry was for her and the mint was for Taylor, though she'd let him try hers if he wanted to. And if she could try his too even though she'd never been too keen on mint ice cream.

Of course while she was at the store, she had picked up a ton of other stuff as well. The grocery store was seriously as bad for her right now as a trip to Neiman Marcus had been six months ago. She left out of there with whipped cream, maraschino cherries, chocolate sauce, butterscotch sauce, Cool Ranch Doritos, some shortbread cookies, a jar of sweet gherkins, feta cheese, and some black olives. Yes, she had weird cravings, but that was part of what being pregnant was all about.

After arriving back at the school, Cissy stopped by her dorm room (where she was still staying while the house she was going to be moving into was being painted) to change clothes. She put on one of her Juicy Couture tracksuits, which did very little to hide her bump, and paired it with a plain white tank top underneath and a pair of gold flip flops. Her hair was pulled up into a ponytail, face washed and teeth brushed, and she felt good about herself, relaxed, when she finally grabbed her bags of munchies and made her way to the boys' dormitories.

It was just after 7 o'clock when she knocked on Taylor's door, giving him a second before she spoke in a soft voice, though one that was loud enough to carry, "Hey Taylor. It's Cissy. I'm here with the ice cream." Hopefully he'd not forgotten. And more importantly, hopefully he was having a good day.

Who: Cissy and Simon
What: Corn Dogs
Where: Cissy's Room
When: Monday evening
Rating: G


The cafeteria was almost closed when Simon got there, and luckily the staff knew him somewhat (thanks to Jane) so he managed to grab the goods and go without too many rolled eyes. They didn't have bananas, so he grabbed a few apples and hopes that would be good enough to satisfy Cissy's pregnancy craving.

Brown paper bag in hand, Simon knocked on Cissy's bedroom door. It felt so strange being here, even though it was so familiar. Cissy's room held memories, his own did. He wondered if she still had his tee shirt.

"Hello!" he said pleasantly, holding up the bag. "They're baked, I asked, though they're still greasy so I wrapped them in napkins. And they didn't have bananas, only apples, but I got a yellow one for you so I hope that's good. And mustard packets. And I brought you some chocolate milk too." He hoped he'd done well.