The Tiberius J. Swann Education Facility

Who: Elle and Lyle
What: Comfort and brilliant, stupid ideas
Where: The mall!
When: Tuesday evening
Rating: PG


Sometimes, something as simple as shopping could be the most overwhelming of tasks. Elle was tired all the time now, not just because of pregnancy and because of the change in her sleeping pattern. She was overly stressed and worried, and she cried so often she didn't think she would have any tears left at all by the time the babies came. When Rez had left, the apartment had felt vacant and empty, like his presence had filled every room. She found that she missed him laughing, she missed him walking into the living room and smiling at her and her huge belly, she missed him calling her Little Mama. It had been strange at first living with him, being in their strange friendship, but now Elle wondered how she was going to get along without him. She had taken for granted all the small things he had done for her, like make her tea and bring her a blanket when she was napping on the couch. All those little things she had to do alone now, little things that wore her out. Life was going to be impossible on her own.

Even worse than day to day living, her parents were putting pressure on her. She hadn't yet told Rez, because she wasn't sure how he would feel about it, but there had been letter correspondance between herself and her parents for the past few weeks. The wanted to know why she wasn't coming home, why she insisted on staying so far away when they had grandchildren coming and, most importantly, when they were going to meet the father. That had been a letter Elle hadn't answered yet. She didn't know what she should tell them, and while Rez had said he was willing to be the babies' father, she didn't know if he wanted to deal with her parents, if he wanted to tell them the truth or not. And now Rez was out of the picture, and her parents thought she had a father for her kids staying with her to help, and she didn't know how to tell them that he had changed his mind.

On top of all that, her clothing kept getting tighter by the day. The doctor had said that this was normal, especially in a pregnancy with twins, but that didn't make Elle feel any less like a bloated whale walking around. Dressed in her most flattering sweatpants, Elle was at the mall again to find herself something basic and black and, most importantly, something comfortable. It was hard enough finding something for a plus sized woman, let alone a pregnant one. Apparently, all preggos only wore flowered frocks and old lady clothes with runches and lace. After leaving the third store with no success, Elle sat on one of the benches in the middle of the walkway, pulled her sweater tightly around herself and started crying again. Not hysterical sobbing, but enough to be completely and totally miserable.

( Miss Franco, will you do me the honor of letting me be the fake father for your illegitimate children for as long as you want me to be? )

Who: Rez and Elle
When: Evening
Where: Their apartment
What: Rez breaks Elle's heart.

Today was the day. Rez was going to talk to Elle about what had been on his mind today. She was in a good mood, or so it seemed, and while he hated to ruin it, he couldn't do it when she was in a bad mood so.. He just had to man up and get it over and done with. So he did just that, taking a few deep breaths before he headed into the living room where she sat looking over a few papers. He took a seat beside her and then began, "Elle.. we need to talk."
( I can't be their father. )

Who: Elle
What: A dream
Where: Her bedroom
When: Early Saturday morning
Rating: NSFW

( Cut for too much sexy )

Who: Elle and Malakai
What: Consolance and Arousal
Where: A random classroom
When: Late afternoon
Rating: NC 17

This week was just not being kind to Elle. It was only her first real week of classes and it was taking a huge toll on her nerves. Not to mention, Fisher was back in town, and apparently he was staying this time. And Elle didn't know if she could handle Rez doing this again. She couldn't have this kind of instability in her life, plus there were twins in her tummy demanding food all the time and she was exhausted always. Every second of the day she was too tired to even move, but she had to keep going regardless. And on top of that, she had given someone a failing grade on their first math test.

So she had done the only thing she felt might help. She'd bought some Oreos in the vending machine and found an empty classroom, sat in the floor and sobbed her heart out.

( Mal fancied himself a good listener. And hounds were loyal beasts. )

Who: Rez and Elle
When: Early Sunday Morning
What: Rez has done a bad, bad thing.
Where: Their apartment
Rated: TBD

When first he had come to TJS, Rez did not have a conscious recognition of things that had happened when he was shifted. But over the years, that had changed, though his ability to stay in control had not, at least not as much as he would have liked for it to. And right now, he really, really wished that he could go back to the time when he had no idea what had happened. When he blacked out and woke up and that was that. But unfortunately that was not the case. And as the sun began to rise and he made his way back to his apartment, still covered in the blood of the man he had killed, he was perfectly aware of what he had done.

Numb. That was the best word to describe how he felt for a good long while. He didn't feel anything as he walked, didn't feel anything as he let himself inside, as he headed to the shower to wash away the blood and dirt that was caked upon his human skin. He was numb as he dried off and then wrapped the towel around his waist. But then he headed to his room, but paused in Elle's doorway, and as he stood there watching her sleep, he started to feel not quite so numb anymore.

Normally Rez went to great effort to not wake up Elle when she was sleeping. She needed the rest. The babies needed the rest. But right now wasn't a time when he could really think about that. They had to talk. And if they didn't talk now, he might not talk at all. So still damp from his shower and clothed in nothing but the towel wrapped around his waist, he crossed into her room and took a seat on the side of the bed.

"Elle?" He kept his voice soft but firm, a hand reaching out to touch her shoulder but the pausing to simply hang there in mid air. "Can... you wake up, please? I need to talk to you." His voice sounded uncertain, and it cracked in places, like it sometimes did when he was upset. And right now, he was definitely upset. He'd never... he wasn't even sure how to begin to start processing any of this.

Who: Nox and Elle
When: Thursday early evening
Where: her apartment
What: checking on a friend

Nox disliked the impersonal nature of instant messaging, but he'd embraced the technology out of necessity. Students were more comfortable communicating that way, and sometimes it was the best way for him to reach those who might be hesitant to interact with him in person. Elle was a good example. She'd had romantic feelings for him and indicated that being in his presence was upsetting, so he did his best to limit their interactions. He wasn't sure if she still thought of him that way, perhaps not seeing as how she was now pregnant with another man's child.

It upset Nox greatly that Elle was considering terminating her pregnancy. Though the reason was not known to Elle. Just two days prior, Nox had been forced to surrender unofficial custody of the infant he'd come to love as his own. He missed Luc terribly. The arrangement was far from traditional, but Nox had come to feel like a father to the boy, and he knew that Belle felt like a parent as well. They'd created a wonderful family together. Now it was gone. Those who knew Nox, knew how much he wanted a family of his own. He had Katie, and she was precious to him, but there was a great deal of lost time between them. Sometimes he didn't feel like he was really her father, because that bond had not been established from the start. As much as he wanted Luc to be loved and accepted by his true parents, he had to admit that there was a part of him that hoped they'd surrender custody and allow Nox and Belle to adopt Luc.

The baby boy was on his mind constantly, especially now as he knocked on Elle's door. "Elle? It's Nox. Please let me in." Nox didn't want Elle to regret this decision. He didn't want her to wake up one day feeling empty. Not everyone was cut out for parenting. Nox knew this. But he had to try and convince her that she would make a wonderful mother, and that she'd have the support of her friends if she kept the child. If nothing else, she should consider giving the baby to someone who would love it.

Who: Wesley and Elle
Where: The Infirmary.
When: Afternoon on Weds 11th June
What: Elle needs to have her tummy bug zapped!

Wes was just glad to have someone to help, something to do - it wasn't an excuse to get out of the house or be away from the guilt he felt every time he looked at Pam or Roger... or rather it wasn't JUST an excuse. His job was to heal people and lately, nobody was getting injured to BE healed. So he was basically getting paid to stand in the Infirmary doing nothing. Ordinarily he would enjoy this immensely but right now he needed distractions and it wasn't delivering, so when Elle said she was experiencing tummy bugs he was prepared to offer her a full health check for free.

Warming up his hands, as it was a very hands-on approach, Wes awaited Elle by swirling around on his desk chair, singing to himself as he spun in a circle like a cunning, musical evil genius.

Who: Rez, Fisher and Elle
When: Night
Where: The Boys' Dormitory
What: A stunt before leaving.

Packing wasn't very fun, but leaving was going to be a blast. Rez was definitely looking forward to getting the fuck out of this place. It felt like years since he'd been out on his own, and while he was slightly nervous about it, he felt like he was ready. His boys knew he was clean, and so were they, so that wasn't gonna be an issue. At least he hoped it wouldn't be. And knowing that he'd have Fisher with him made him feel... better about the whole thing. He was ready for it, and so was the car. Saturday couldn't get here soon enough.

"Boo!" Rez poked his head in the door of his room where Fisher was sorting through some of his clothes, presumably trying to decide what he was going to take with him and what he was going to leave behind. Rez had just gotten back to campus. He'd taken the car to the garage to get it checked out, make sure it was road ready, and then afterward he'd gone to the car wash to clean her up, washing her by hand with a soft cloth and then detailing the entire interior. It'd taken him a while but now it was done. And he was hot, sweaty, sticky, and a little sore after working on it for so long.

"I fuckin' stink." This was announced as he waltzed into the room, picking up a long-sleeved sweatshirt that Fisher had laying out on his bed and quirking a brow slightly. "I know you ain't tryin' to take that with you. You'll roast your balls off." He then tossed it back towards the closet in the pile that he assumed was shit Fisher was leaving behind. "Come take a shower with me."

Who: Duncan and Elle
Where: His Room
When: Insanely late Monday (actually Tuesday morning, 1am)
What: Elle hears drunken singing.

The sound of bottles clinking together interrupted the solitary twangs of a tuning guitar from the half-demon's apartment. Drinking to the point of being completely intoxicated had become an expensive activity for him. After a few centuries, one built up an impressive tolerance. Music had been draining out from under his doorway for a few hours now. As the time passed, and the drunker he became, the less he became aware of his ascending volume. Occasionally he sang, bits and pieces of songs he wouldn't remember later. Some of them were his own, but he honestly had no idea.

( Drinking was useful, because it shed an interesting, foggy sort of light on topics you wouldn't have otherwise thought about. )

Who: Jude and Elle (with Hope appearing later)
What: Jude is waiting on his sister and gets bored.
When: Friday Evening
Where: The Lucky Dog Tavern

This was just the type of place that Hopey would pick out. It was very... her. Jude wasn't shocked she'd found a place like this to hang out. This reminded him of so many places back in Edinburgh that his older sister favored. She'd taken him out with her a time or two back when he was younger, but only because he'd bugged her half to death until she agreed. This would be their first time out together since then. He was a right bit looking forward to it. Of course she was late. She was very late. And Jude was most certainly getting a head start on the drink.

Jude had already shot a couple games of pool with a few of the blokes hanging 'round. He'd even managed to get a game of darts up and running and there was still no Hope. She'd told him she might be a bit late getting out of the office, but she could have at least called. And he'd checked his phone. No missed calls, no incoming text messages. Shocking? No. Disappointing? Of course.

Making his way back up to the front where the bar was located, Jude slipped onto a stool with his empty pitcher held between both hands on the bar in front of him. The bartender was busy down along the other end, but it wasn't too crowded in here, not crowded at all, in fact, and it wouldn't be too long before he made it down to him. He occupied himself by glancing around the place, his notice happening to fall on a woman that was a couple of stools down from himself, with no one else between mind you.

The woman was cute. Her hair was long and dark, her lips full and pouty, and she had rather nice set of baby feeders on her to boot, not to mention those curves. Jude was a fan of women all the way around, all different types, but he did actually prefer a woman with a wee bit of meat on her. Anorexia was overrated in his book. He didn't mind doodling stick figures, but he sure as hell didn't care to diddle them.

Jude looked away before the woman could catch him looking at her, though he had a bit of a grin tugging at the corners of his lips as he tapped fingers against the empty pitcher and contemplated his move.

Who: Elle and Jonah
When: Getting Blitzed
Where: Some Bar
When: Thursday Evening
Rating: TBD


Elle wasn't much of a drinker. She was more of a stay at home in her pajamas with a pint of ice cream and watch sad movies like a pathetic fat girl kind of person. Tonight, though, neither Ben, Jerry nor her Swedish friend Haagen Dazs seemed appropriate company. Friday was her day off so she could afford to get completely hammered and sleep until Saturday evening when her next shift was. And that was the plan. After slipping into a dark pair of jeans and a pretty pink top, Elle climbed into her shitty Camry and went to the nicest (but not too nice) bar she could find.

She'd been at the bar for a good hour already, sipping her amaretto sour as fast as she could. It tasted very sweet, which helped make it easier to drink, but the alcohol was still the most prominent flavor. Still, she had forced her way through four of them by now, and was feeling the effects. Unfortunately, as alcohol was a downer and since no one had even looked in her direction yet let alone approached her, Elle was starting to feel more and more terrible as the night progressed. This was almost as pathetic as staying home alone.

Maybe she was doing it wrong. Polishing off the rest of her girly drink, Elle pushed the glass toward the bartender. "Another?" he asked her, his voice smooth like cafe ole. He was tall and black and bald and just hearing him talk could make a woman weak in the knees.

"Nope," Elle told him, shaking her head. "Gimme something stronger. Gin and tonic, maybe? Something strong and with bubbles." Her words were slurring a bit as she spoke, well on her way to drunkenness.

Who: Nox and Elle
What: Action!
Where: Nox's Office
When: Sunday night, around 6:45 (post spell)
Rating: X, M (sexual content, violence, language)


Elle had gone into town before her shift started, in uniform, because she needed bleach. It was impossible to get anything peoperly clean without bleach. The school was supposed to provide but after three days of "Hey Mallory, we're running low", Elle had decided to just get it herself and send them the receipt for reimbursement. And they had better refund her for it, so help her God.

She was making her way across the lawn of the school and checking email on her phone. Not her email, but Danny's. The husband. He got updates on how much money he was making on the damn website where her naked pictures were posted. She could have sued him over using her image against her will and she would have won, but then she'd have to reveal where she was, and she couldn't. So instead she hacked his email and seethed and kept a low profile so no one would figure her out.
( She felt a weird sensation pulse through her. )

Who: Elle and Jonah
What: Late night meeting
Where: Jonah's Office
When: Around 1 in the morning
Rating: Probably PG

Nighttime was Elle's time. She liked the quiet as she walked the hallways, how nobody bothered her. She was a very private person, especially nowadays. The fewer people who recognized her face, the better. The whole point in being here was for anominity. Of course there were a few people she saw out and about late night, most of them being vampires. Charlie the security guard often wandered outside when she was bringing out the trashes. It wasn't that Elle minded seeing people- life was just easier without them. At nighttime she got to read and hear about the dramatic ongoings at the school without having to participate in them.

She was almost done in the staff offices, except for one room- Professor MacIntyre's. She had seen the light on earlier and decided to give him privacy, but that had been hours ago. Elle hated moving onto the next area without finishing the previous one. So, after a moment's debate, she knocked on his door, coming in before he answered. "Housekeeping," she said, her voice friendly and almost apologetic. "You won't even know I'm here." She couldn't help but giggle in her mind when she saw him, though. Last week Wesley had randomly IM'd her, asking her to go out with his brother. Although Elle had declined, apparently Wesley had found someone else for Jonah. She wanted to ask how his date had gone, but that would be very rude, especially since she had never really spoken to Jonah before.

Still... it was pretty funny.