The Tiberius J. Swann Education Facility

Who: Nico, Ingrid, then Lyle
What: Confrontations and the onslaught of illness
When: Evening
Where: The apartment

Since Lyle was not currently in the apartment as he had gone to get a few things from the main building because they were snowed in and couldn't get out to the stores, Nico decided that it was as good a time as any to have a conversation with Ingrid that had been nagging at the back of his mind for days. So he found her sitting on the sofa, surfing through the various channels, a frown clearly etched upon her face, and he took a seat next to her and was, for the moment, ignored.

"You know you can't do that to him," Nico said after a moment, and Ingrid looked over at him with a brow arched slightly. "I know what you've been thinking about, I can feel it. And you're not going to do that to him." A glare was received in response to those words and she focused her gaze back on the television, jaw set.

( I will chain you up in a fucking windowless basement if I have to, and don't think that I won't. )

Who: Nico, Ingrid and Lyle
When: Night
Where: Lyle and Nico's apartment
What: Nico experiences a home invasion.

Nico felt a bit uncertain about answering the door when he heard the knock upon it. Lyle was out and he was sure it was for him but... Well he did live here now, right? It could have been a customer or a test subject or something so he got up from the sofa to answer it, glancing toward the grow room to ensure the door was closed beforehand.

"Can I help you?" He asked the small brunette on the other side.

"You're not Lyle." She looked confused or possibly annoyed.

"No, I'm not. He's out."

A frown pursed the woman's lips for an instant before she asked. "So who the fuck are you?" Meanwhile she was hoisting up an old guitar case and making her way into the apartment without an invitation.

"I'm Lyle's.. er.. Nico." He was a bit taken aback by her brashness, having to jump aside to avoid being touched by her as she invited herself in. "Who are you? Can I help you with something?

"What the fuck kind of name is Nico?" The case was sat in the floor near the sofa as she regarded the place with a quick look around. "Ingrid. Is that his room?" She pointed toward a door.

"The name my mother gave me." He paused, scowling slightly. "No, it's not."

"Down the hall then?" Ingrid asked, not waiting for him to answer before she headed down the hallway and left Nico standing in the living room confused.

"Lyle's out. He should.. be back later." What the hell was wrong with this woman? She wasn't paying any attention to him, it would see, and he took a few steps toward the hall to see what she was doing just in time to see her cross the hallway in the nude to head into the bathroom.

"What the fuck?" He practically growled when he heard the shower start. Who the hell was she and why was she here? He was tense as he took a seat on the sofa, listening for the slightest sound, the minutes passing by infuriatingly slow before he finally heard the water turn off. Soon after, he heard the door, and Nico was on his feet once more.

"I think you should go," He called down the hall after her, but she simply headed into Lyle's room and closed the door behind her, saying not another word to him.

"Fuck," Nico looked around like there would be some answer peering out to him and then he saw it on the coffee table. Crossing over to grab the cellphone, he shot a quick text to Lyle. Somethings up. Get back here ASAP. He then sat on the sofa and waited, senses keenly tuned in for the slightest sound from the other room but he heard nothing.

Who: Ingrid and Leo
When: Sunday Night
Where: Ingrid's room
What: Leo decides to pay Ingrid a drunken visit.

( Never kissed a girl and meant it that much. )