The Tiberius J. Swann Education Facility

Who: Hope and Wes
When: Afternoon
Where: Infirmary
What: Hope is a clutz.

( Experimenting with Holy Water was bad enough for a vampire, but not taking proper precautions when handling it was just ridiculous. )

Who: Hope and Wes
When: Night
Where: Hope's Apartment
What: Dinner
Rating: TBD

( In Progress )

Who: Hope and Garret
What: A reunion
Where: Garret's office
When: Afternoonish
Rating: NSFW
Status: In Progress

When Hope had gotten a reply to her journal post from none other than Mr. Garret Foss, she hadn't even bothered to reply to it. She had smiled broadly, grabbed her things, and had headed out to do precisely as he had requested. There were many people from TJS that she was looking forward to seeing again, and he was certainly one of them. Better yet, he was one of the few that she wasn't incredibly anxious about seeing again. Things with Garret had always been simple, easy, light. And that feeling hadn't faded over the time she'd been away, apparently, because she felt just that as she made her way to his office. Knocking on his office door, she smoothed her hands down her dress and waited, a bright smile upon her lips and an almost impish gleam in her eyes. She'd surprised him, clearly. And she knew she was going to hear about it while, if her predictions were not wrong, being ravished with his affections. And she was certainly okay with that idea.

( Seeing the girl on the other side made him squeal with delight like a little girl. )

Who: Rez, River, Hope, and Ethan
When: Night
Where: A gated nature preserve off campus then the TJS infirmary
What: Shifting and science

( Rez's elaborate plan had been tossed out the window once he had spoken with Hope who had come up with an idea that was smarter and safer for all parties involved. )

Who: Hope and Wesley.
When: afternoon / evening
Where: The BGH
What: Wesley needs to talk to his baby.
Rating: tbd

So being a juvenile kid was stupid. He knew that. But he also knew that Charlie had been right and he should come clean with Hope about the myriad of feelings he was experiencing lately. He was up and down like a junkie going cold turkey but maybe that's what it was. His emotions weren't stable still and he was rushing it with Hope to try and forgo that. Now he had the massive hots for his female double and he was lusting after men still. Fucking... he needed to talk to her.

Whereas Ric would probably know what to say, Ric wasn't at home. In head or in physical form. So it was with heavy feet that Wesley trudged up to his room, waiting a minute before he stepped in to see Hope.

Who: Wesley & Hope
Where: Flamingo's - Lloyd's club
When: Saturday Night
What: a Date!

Wearing a rather dashing outfit for his evening with hope Wesley had so far booked the VIP table at Lloyd's club, organised a very lavish meal with champagne and extra vampire delicacies. He had been sweet, attentive, and very Wesley like with stupid jokes and clumsiness.

He was nervous, because he'd not done what he was about to do in a long long time, and he was also not as confident as he was. Hope might laugh at him and walk out. Others might laugh at him and walk out. Mandy might be somewhere, hell even Garret might be, and he knew Lloyd was gonna watch. Who knew who else was gonna turn up just to see him make an ass of himself. He'd die if Ric was there....

Wesley tapped his fingers on the table, looking at the stage where some girls were doing the cancan. "I can see right up their skirts."

Who: Hope and Wes
When: Morning
Where: BGH
What: Waking up
Rated: NSFW

( In progress )

Who: Wesley and Hope
Where: His room
When: evening Saturday
What: Hope wants to talk to Wesley.

Why did he leave his damn IM on? Wesley shoved the laptop aside and continued to sulk as he turned to watch the TV. It had been Family Guy illuminating the darkened room but since his conversation with Hope he wasn't really paying any attention. Even when his favourite scene came up he didn't realise. Time was that he'd have some peanuts or whiskey in his room but since Rogergate he'd not bothered to fill his up his stash beneath the bed.

Waiting for the inevitable soft "hey" that would come to the door, then the lovely woman would come through his door, flutter those brown eyes at him and then talk in her sweet fucking Scottish voice...

Who: Wesley, Godric and probably Hope
Where: a run down Motel somewhere
When: evening of the Monday
What: Wesley is getting drunk and playing Hulk. Godric & Hope may arrive.
Rating: There will be swearing.

Wesley had already drunk all the mini bar of the cheap motel, kicked in the television, smashed a chair and had ripped down the shower curtain just for good measure. He was destroying whenever his moods fluctuated which happened to increase whenever Hope text him. The healer didn't really want anyone to come to him but he wanted his Godric and he just had no idea what to do. He felt like being sick, and he felt like going to sleep, and he felt like smashing a bottle over his head but thankfully there was more whiskey to be found from a passing drunk outside.

There was no guarantee that either Godric or Hope would figure out where he was so for now he contented himself by lying stomach-down on the bed, bottle half-cocked to his mouth as he made half ass attempts to continue drinking.

Who: Hope and Nicanor
What: The nahual is back on campus
Where: Hope's office
When: Mid afternoon
Rating: PG

It had almost been too easy, getting onto the campus. It wasn't that Nic was afraid of someone knowing he was back. He did not want people to see the state he was in. He didn't want questions, he didn't want to have to explain it to security, or have the word of him spread through the school like a fire in a dry field. He just needed rest, and time to recouperate, and someone who would make him feel as though there was a reason to stay alive.

He had heard a couple talking in the city about their daughter, and her school, and the full moon that had been soon and hopefully she would be "recovered" for a visit. It did not take much for Nicanor to put the pieces together, nor did it take much to break into their car and hide himself away in the trunk of it. There would be some blood left behind, but if investigated, he was fairly certain it would analyze as animal blood, and the nice couple would not go to jail. At least, he very much hoped not.

From inside the grounds, he moved as stealthily as he could in the daylight, keeping to the tunnels and listening at doors before he moved through them. Hope's office wasn't very far, and she often left the door to it unlocked (probably because her mind was distracted with her own brilliance). Creeping into the dark office, Nicanor limped over to the desk, seating himself on the floor and leaning his back against it. Sighing heavily, his body going limp, he grimmaced from the sharp pain shooting from the gunshot wound in his hip, and hoped that he didn't bleed on nice Miss Hope's clean carpet.

Who: Hope and Godric
When: Night
Where: BGH
What: A confrontation

Hope didn't bother to knock. She still had a key to the house so she simply let herself in. Everyone that was downstairs was far too busy to notice regardless. That was one benefit to the house being full of people. You could get in and get out unnoticed if you wanted to. But of course she wasn't trying to be unnoticed. No, she was here to have a conversation. And she knew where he was in the house the moment that she'd entered it so she had no need to ask.

She took the back stairs up to the third floor where Godric's office was located just across from her former bedroom (which she still needed to get all of her things out of), and she rapped upon his door quick and hard before turning the doorknob and letting herself in. It wasn't like he didn't know she was coming. He'd felt her the moment she'd turned her rental car into the driveway, she was sure, and yet he hadn't run away so perhaps that was a good sign. Or maybe he just didn't care enough to bother.

Hope didn't give him a hello, a how are you, nothing of the sort, instead she just stopped short of the front of his desk and gave him a look before she asked, "You can't even be bothered to return an email?" She had papers in her right hand, but they were kept there for now, contained in a plain manila envelope that was clasped shut but not sealed.

Who: Hope and Wes
When: Evening
Where: A restaurant, a club, then Wes' apartment
What: A date
Rated: Some NSFW content but nothing hardcore

( Will post soon!!! )

Who: Hope and Wes
When: Evening
Where: Hope's apartment
What: A pity party

( Anything you need... to quote ET, I'll be right here. )

Who: Hope and Wes
When: Late Afternoon
Where: The Infirmary
What: Impromptu Dance Party!

( Yes, you definitely need to serenade me. What sort of lothario would you be otherwise? )

Who: Hope and Wes
When: Night
Where: Wes' On Campus Apartment
What: Hope is in need of a place to stay.

( Here I am wearing my lucky knickers and not so much as an ass grab! )

Who: Charlie and Hope
When: Saturday night
Where: Emmet's on Beacon Street in Boston
What: drinking

Charlie had put Maggie on lockdown since she arrived, and she was supposed to stay that way until Monday when he was putting her in classes. But he needed to get out and drink and get his mind off shit, so he called up Starbuck and asked if she could spend the night there. Thankfully, the guy was really cool about it and welcomed Charlie's niece without hesitation.

After dropping her off, he caught a cab into the city. Charlie knew his way around Boston fairly well, but he didn't have his car or bike back just yet, so he was forced to take cabs. It sucked, but he had no other choice. It took longer than he would have liked, smelled funny, and the music playing was terrible. Charlie was thrilled to finally arrive at Emmett's. He tossed the driver some cash and got out, smoothing his shirt once he did.

There was a time when Charlie dressed quite nice for a night out drinking with a woman. Those days were over. He definitely looked worse for the wear. Relaxed jeans that were well worn in the knees and ass, a plain white button up, and his leather jacket. That was it. No flare. No extra effort. His hair was kind of a mess too, and not in the sort of way that took an hour to perfect. All and all, it was obvious he didn't care all that much. He strolled inside and looked around for a familiar face while also letting his nose work. He could smell Hope's presence before he could spot her.

Who: Malakai and Hope
When: Evening
Where: At an underground bookstore off campus
What: A random run-in which leads to a discussion of a man they both love



Hope had only just learned about this place right before the whole fiasco that had turned her into a teenager and this week seemed like as good a week as any to check it out. Perhaps she would run across a text that would prove valuable the next time hell broke loose at TJS because, let's face it, it would happen again. Kicking snow off of her boots, the bell dinged gently overhead as she opened the door into the front of the bookstore. Here it all looked ordinary, but after hanging her coat and dusting snow out of her hair, she found the man she needed to see about getting into the vaults.

The vaults were all underground and she had heard they were vast and there were hundreds upon hundreds of ancient texts to be perused. The pathway down was rather cold and musky, but the vault itself was climate-controlled to protect the valuable contents. The door air-locked behind her as she was shown in and faced with rows upon rows of precious books. She had no idea where to even start.

( Mal had been to this particular store in the past, finding it useful for information about various races.... )

Who: Hope and Ric
When: Evening
Where: Blake's apartment (wtf?)
What: Snowbound and falling ill

This had been a rough week. Hope was still trying to adjust to being back in her old life, or new life, however it was that one chose to look at it. She was getting back into the swing of things with teaching and helping the new director through a few issues that he was having with taking over the school and attempting to get back into research mode all while trying not to be overcome with jealousy over the situation with Godric and Ava. So far, so good. But then the snow came and blanketed the school and she, like everyone else, found herself trapped. This seemed like the perfect opportunity to get a little much needed alone with with Godric.

Hope knew that the vampire was making himself comfortable in Blake's on campus apartment since he could not make it home because of the snow. And since she was certain he wasn't doing much on Friday night, she had decided to head over to see him for a bit with a bottle of wine, a couple of bags of freshly donated blood and a movie in hand. Lifting a thin hand up to knock on the door, she knew he would know who was there without even having to answer. That knowledge did nothing to alleviate the nervous knot that had formed in the pit of her stomach for two seperate reasons, one before she was going to see Ric and the other because she was going to see Ric in Blake's apartment. That could prove to be a bit odd.

Who: Finn and Hope
What: Talking and giving back awkward presents
Where: A pub in Danvers
When: Evening

( I blame the crazy. Mostly because it's a good excuse. )

Who: Garret, Hope, and Godric later
What: Hope returns to Danvers
When: Hella early morning
Where: Starting at Logan Airport, then on to the BGH
Rating: PG 13

The trip back to Boston from Mexico was a complete and total pain in the ass. First, Hope had had to get a ride back into the US so she could catch a plane out of Texas because that was the only way she could get back in a timely fashion. She had decided to simply give her car to the people she had been staying with down there. They couldn't really do much with a Lotus, sure, but they could sell it and get enough money to really help out their impoverished community. After all they had done for her, they deserved it. But then, after getting to Texas and finding a flight that would work for her, she had been subject to delays because of the weather in the North East and she wasn't able to get to Logan International until roughly two hours before sunrise. That wouldn't leave much time for a prolonged hello but hopefully Garret would be okay with that.

She didn't have any checked bags to claim, only a carry on as she had tossed the rest of her stuff into a box and shipped it back to Godric's address. So when she finally made it down to meet with Garret, she was ready to go. The problem was that she was short and most of the crowd was tall and she had to pop up onto her tip toes to try to see where the taller man was standing. She finally managed to spot his handsome self and she smiled brightly as she called out his name, "Garret!" The one benefit to being small was she was able to weave her way through the crowd with relative ease, an "excuse me" muttered every now and then before she was finally near enough to fling her arms around him in a tight hug.

( His girl was home again. )