The Tiberius J. Swann Education Facility

Who: Dante and Dee
What: An Outing
Where: A Surprise Place in Danvers
When: Seven
Rating: R for coarse language


Dante didn't trust Dee. That didn't necessarily mean he didn't like her, but he didn't trust her. Therefore, he was unwilling to tell her much about himself. That didn't mean they couldn't hang out together, and he couldn't watch her get drunk and dance and writhe around in that sexy way she had. He had seen her dancing at the party in the tunnels, and he couldn't lie that she was deliciously appealing. All the right lady curves in all the right places. He imagined that she'd look even better all wet, which was the goal for the evening.

He didn't show up at seven like he said he would, because he wasn't one to satisfy anyone but himself. He didn't want her thinking that he was eager to appease to her. Heaven forbid. He was dressed as he usally was, a ripped pair of dusty jeans and some generic tee shirt that looked like it had been stolen from the goodwill store. (Truth be told, it had.) And his boots, worn in and dirty and fraying, that stomped through the hallways to Dee's room. He knew where it was because he'd read her file. He had also picked up a few more fun tidbits from there.

His large knuckles rapped on the door loudly, shaking it on its hinges. "Dezaray Liên," he shouted loudly, though in a very decent French accent. "Of Queens New York, get your friggin ass out here..."

Who: Dee and Tiger
When: Afternoon, around 2
Where: Stingray Body Art, Boston
What: Tiger's practicing with henna on Dee!


Dee was glad that she knew how to get along just fine on little to no sleep. Cleaning up after the party had been a disaster, but it seemed like everyone had fun. She'd met Fox and thought he was awfully full of himself, but Cassie liked him so she kept her mouth shut. Between teasing Dante and dancing for Tiger, she'd kept herself busy through the night. And had so much fun doing it!  It was worth falling into bed past dawn.

Getting up, she made sure to shower and clean up before dressing in a sequined top and low jeans. Throwing everything she might need into a silver clutch, she headed out to her car and then Boston. The drive was easy enough and Dee was once again grateful for her GPS. She had a terrible sense of direction and it kept her from getting lost. Not to mention having to fight with a map. Parking her car in the garage down the street, she walked into the shop just after two. "Hi there," she said brightly to the heavily tattooed man behind the counter. "I'm looking for Tiger."

Who:OPEN to the school.
What:Fox's 21st. Saints and Sinners party!!!
Where:In the tunnels.
When: Saturday evening, starting from 7pm.
((Normal rules about social threads apply if anyone decides to play))

Cassie had spent most of her afternoon in the tunnels trying to set up for the party, with help from Dee. Although she had done it last year for Will's birthday party, taping the fairy lights onto one side of the tunnels had been as difficult as the first time, with lots of turning only to have them fall down, but eventually they got the hang of it and, along with the floaty material the girls got on their supplies trip, one side was done.

As for the other... well that was meant to be a work in progress for the evening. Cassie had managed to acquire spray paints she was assured would wash off easily and she had started turning the other side of the tunnels into a graffitied mess for the sinners. The cans were left on a table for others to contribute to it too. It was going to be hell for the chaos demon, and anyone else she conned into it, to clean up afterwards, but it could be fun if it went right.

A bar was set up with tables raised on cinderblocks and a sort of raised platform for Tiger to stand on too. Alcohol was set up behind for the animator to control, as were soft drinks for those without ID, like Cassie. She had paid him as soon as he turned up and given him a grateful kiss on the cheek, before she disappeared to get ready herself and get the guest of honour.

Who: Dee and Dante
What: Sparring
Where: The gym
When: Late morning
Rating: R for language and mild violence

Erin was gone. Bam bam. She had packed up all her shit and had left. Her room was totally empty, like she had never existed. Bam bam. It only took her two days. Two days since they had talked, two days since she had told him she couldn't do this with him anymore, two days since she had said goodbye and acted like she wasn't crying as she shut the door on him. Bam bam. The punching bag he was pounding was shaking hard on its chain, the bolts keeping it tacked to the ceiling wriggling looser and looser with each punch. Hitting the bag was therapeutic, cathartic. And it was a lot less dangerous than hitting another person, though not as satisfying.

He had come to the gym at this hour because other people wouldn't be in here. Dante didn't want anyone else to be in here. He wanted to hit things hard and maybe shoot off a few sparks and not have someone else come in and try and make inane small talk with him. So when he caught a figure out of the corner of his eye, a lady figure, he growled deeply, punching the sandbag with a blue sparking fist, tearing a hole through it.

Who: Nox and Dee
When: Tuesday evening
Where: indoor basketball court
What: chatting and playing ball

(  he headed to the court to meditate through basketball )

Who: Dee and Petie
What: Sparing
Where: Gym
When: noonish
Rating: PG-13

( 'Just sitting there all focused and trying to shift but can't,' she said making a face and grunting noises like a frustrated bulldog. )