The Tiberius J. Swann Education Facility

Who: James, Will, Rocky, Devon and Syn
When: Afternoon
Where: Syn's apartment
What: James is here to save the day!
Rated: NSFW

( Why the fuck are you here? )

Who: James and Lloyd
When: Afternoon
Where: Lloyd's apartment
What: An unexpected visitor drops by

Devon and Will didn't want him around. Rocky was off checking on some of her other friends. Fisher was with Lyle and wanted to stay there for a few days so James was on his own, a fact he didn't do well with. He had been at the old apartment, packing things up. It was... upsetting and he needed a break. So he decided to track down one other person that had been on his mind when he'd heard that everyone was getting sick, Lloyd. It'd been forever since he'd seen him. He'd been a shit friend to Lloyd for a long time now and James knew that. But Lloyd should have expected it. James was selfish and selfish people didn't make for good friends or, well, much of anything else really.

Arriving at the apartment door, James checked his reflection in the glass of a nearby fire extinguisher case, a hand moving up to adjust a few perfect strands of hair. Once he was satisfied with the way he looked, he lifted a hand to knock, crossing his arms over his chest as he waited. He was tanned and a bit heavier now than before he'd left for Vegas. The lack of the stress that he felt in this place had done him a lot of good. He looked healthier. But at what cost? That was another question all together.

Who: Will, James, Devon and Fisher (and Penny maybe)
Where: Wherever the cures are getting handed out
When: night time.
What: Will is turning back into his tall, glam self.

Since the previous night Will had been pacing his room. A cure for him was floating about and he was still debating whether to take it despite Devon's words. He knew people would want him turned back but he doubted whether it was all because they missed him, more for convenience. They would rather have the man who was used to this time and could fend for himself than the young angel who needed almost constant attention so he didn't burn anything down. If he took it there was no guarantees that he would return to his older self. It would be putting a huge amount of trust in the witch, and facing what would be sort of like a mini death for the seventeen year old. He would cease to exist and his older self would take over.

Though it was scary, and weird, and he was tempted to run Will asked the brood of people who had taken care of him to see him to the Witch in order for him to take this potion. There was no way he could deny Devon his best friend despite what may await him.

Now sitting with the cure in his hand Will stared at it. Maybe this was all a dream and he would awake back in the stable of New York, covered in straw and ready to go about making his living in the dark. The clothes he wore were... odd. Having changed so that his future self wouldn't rip anything that covered him, Will still didn't understand why the pants were so worn and the black shirt was all... floaty. He didn't understand it - but he liked it. Perhaps there was something to be said for this time after all.

WHO: Will - Devon - James - Fisher
WHERE: The old marital apartment
WHEN: Friday sometime
WHAT: Fisher's coming over to give James a hand deal with two teens.

After being informed that Fisher would be coming over to assist in the care of Will, the fallen angel had taken great care in preparing himself. He was curious to meet this man, the man that James would leave him for in future. It wasn't that he wanted to conduct a study of him, he was merely intrigued after hearing of him so much from Devon and the history...

The tricksy box was on in the living room and Will was trying to make sense of some very odd cartoon. He'd only ever seen stationary drawing and this was definitely a learning curve. He stared at the television with his mouth open and eyes squinted. If he was drooling people might mistake him for being braindead.

He honestly couldn't see how a talking sponge could live in a pineapple.

Who: James, Will and Devon later
When: Late Morning
Where: The grounds then his apartment on campus
What: Will is a teenager again

( It was a very odd feeling and he wasn't sure he enjoyed it. )

Who: Devon, Will and James
When: Morning
What: Devon has his first case of morning wood.
Where: BGH

( On tv last night, there was this show, and at the end there were girls jumping on trampolines. )

Who: Devon, Will and James
When: Morning
Where: BGH
What: Devon's secret comes out.

( Devon was taller, older. Will was stunned. And confused, and very unnerved. )

Who: Fisher and James
When: Afternoon
Where: Woods outside the school
What: Naughty business
Rated: NSFW

( You're even more beautiful with my dick in your mouth. )

Who: Nox and Belle (and all wedding guests, which is most of the charas in game)
When: Friday night
Where: The Museum of Fine Arts, Boston
What: their wedding, FINALLY!
Note: EVERYONE is welcome to join in the fun. Normal group thread rules apply. Post the who/when in the subject line and have at it. If you have questions about the set up or location, just ask!

It was a cold night, but the sky was clear without a threat of snow. Nox wouldn't have minded. He liked snow, and it would have been a beautiful sight to behold from within the massive glass room. Still, the twinkle lights on the bare trees that adorned the courtyard were lovely. They added a touch of magic that would have otherwise been missing.

( ...continued )

Who: James and Will
When: Saturday Night
Where: Their Apartment
What: Conversation?

After going to see Fisher, James had spent a while just walking around. He'd called Cissy after a while, asked if Archer was still staying at Ric's house and whether or not it would be okay for him to bring Devon over to spend the night because he needed a little time alone with Will. She was fine with it. And since she was already out at the store, she agreed to just drop by the apartment to pick Devon up so James had called him to let him know so he could pack a couple of things first. Devon was excited, but skeptical. And he had every reason to be.

It wasn't until a few hours after that that James decided to head home. It would be best to just get this all over with rather than to keep putting it off. Letting himself into the house quietly, he wasn't even sure that Will was there. He didn't see him in the front room. And though he had a knot in the pit of his stomach that made him want to turn around and head the other way, he called out to him instead. "Will, you here?"

Who: Fisher and James
When: Afternoon
Where: Outside of Fisher's apartment
What: The two need to see one another now that they're on the same side of the country.

Fisher being here made things simultaneously clearer and more muddled. The idea of keeping Fisher separate from his family had gone out the window when the other man had announced he was coming here and apparently staying for a while. That much was clear. And it was clear after talking to Fisher that James couldn't imagine being without him. But now he had to figure out what to do about the rest of his life and the mess that he had made out of it. For the moment, however, he was through worrying about it. One thing mattered and only one thing. He needed to see Fisher.

After taking a few moments to straighten himself up and make sure he looked presentable, James headed up the two flights of stairs that would take him to the floor Fisher lived on. It was almost surreal that he was so close. He came through the door from the stairwell, having taken the stairs instead of the elevator, and then stopped in his tracks, a smile forming upon his lips as he admired the view. "Hey," he said softly, and made a mental note of this moment to himself before closing the distance between himself and the other man to wrap the smaller man in a warm and tight embrace.

Who: James and Will
When: Afternoon
What: A conversation
Where: Their apartment
Rated: TBD

So the morning had been an eventful one. He'd woken up entangled in his husband's arms again, had breakfast with him and their son, and had seen them both off to school for a while. After that, Pearl had shown up and punched him so he'd slapped her, then he'd argued with Rocky, as usual, on the phone for a while. And now it was time for Will to be back, at any moment now, and James was.. nervous.

Sitting in the living room, he had at least taken the time to get dressed, putting on a pair of nicely pressed jeans and a t-shirt. His hair was styled, as usual, and he had a mug of coffee on the table in front of him, still trying to overcome the jet lag from the plane ride the night before. Glancing up when he heard the door, he smiled a little, "Hey." He was unaware that the mark on his cheek from being punched had only become more visible as time had progressed. Apparently she hit harder than either one of them had really thought.

Who: Pearl and James
What: A 'talk'
Where: His apartment
When: Tuesday morning.

Ok, so technically Pearl was meant to be waiting for the go ahead from Will on having this 'discussion' with James, but that just felt mean. Mean to the angel that was. She didn't want him to feel bad for basically setting it up, so instead she was going to do this on her own.

The witch had a basic idea of who was where, so she knew that neither Will nor Devon were around to witness anything as she made her way up to the apartment the McCafferty-Grey family were sharing while James was back, and knocked on the door. Once opened there were no witty comments, no preamble, Pearl just walked into the apartment, turned back to face him, and punched the demon in his pretty little face with all her strength, which, luckily for James, wasn't much compared to the damage some in this place could do. "Why are you such a dick?" She asked with frustration, although she hardly expected a reply on that one.

Who: James & Will & Devon
Where: Airport & then apartment?
When: late Monday night
What: James is returning back to Boston.
Rating: no clue

William McCafferty-Grey was very nervous as he entered the airport but he would not show it. Dressed impeccably* for greeting his husband off the plane he instructed the cab to wait for them as he held Devon's hand and guided him through the Arrivals lounge making sure not to let go of the little kid's hand. The last converastion with James had been better but not perfect. At least he'd gotten some emotion out of him, something of the James Will had fallen for. Though still he wasn't putting all his hopes on this. They'd be living like a family again. Sorta. But James had said he was returning to LA after his stay here and Will took that as this was just a show for the holidays.

Didn't mean there wasn't at least some excitement about James' return. The angel really had missed him. Despite telling himself that it wasn't worth it, that it wasn't him, James was a fucktard and yadda yadda there was still strength in him. Something that James had put there.

As the crowds were huddled infront of the Arrival gate Will found himself nearer the back. This wouldn't do. "Come on, let's see if we can see your Daddy..." Will was taller than most the people here and so he scooped Devon up into his arms making sure they were level. Two pairs of eyes were better than none.


*Minus the shades obv cause its at night.

Who: James and Fisher
When: Afternoon into Evening
Where: Orange County Rehab Center then Hollywood Boulevard
What: An Impromptu Cross-Country Trek
Rated: NSFW

James had tried to call Fisher a few more times just to see if perhaps he had changed his mind and his name had been added back to the call list, but when Thursday night came around that hadn't changed, he made a pretty drastic decision. Devon had been wanting to spend some time with his grandparents, so James called them and arranged for that to happen at long last. They were more than happy to take him for the weekend, so he dropped him off at their house in Boston early on Friday morning, before dawn, and headed to Logan International Airport where he took a non-stop flight to Los Angeles.

The time zone difference between Boston and LA worked in his favor as it was still early when he arrived, though by the time he had managed to get his car from the rental company and drive to the rehab facility, it was right around lunch time. James was hoping that Fisher had not already been released, that it hadn't taken place early that moring and instead he had one last full day at the place before he left. Otherwise, he was sitting in the car across the street from the place for no fucking reason.

As he sat there, in the back of his mind, he knew he was behaving like a crazy person, but he just couldn't help it. There was nothing in him that could talk him out of being here right now to confront Fisher about why exactly he had taken him off of his call list and tried to cut him out of his life.
( I didn't want to get in the way of your marriage. And I should've told you but I just thought that maybe if I wasn't there anymore then you'd just go back to Will and work on things and not think about me anymore. )

Who: James and Lloyd
Where: random bar in Boston then...?
When: Late / early sunday morning
What: James is drunk and needs to get grabbed

It seemed that he would not be able to sleep tonight whatsoever. First Will had decided to ring and wake him up in a panic and then James had decided to ring a few hours later in a drunken stupor. With his night's sleep interrupted and being unable to go back to sleep, as well as being reluctant to disturb his dear Alex, Lloyd had put on some decent clothing before he got in his car and followed the random woman's directions to where James was currently drowning his sorrows.

After parking infront of Mike's bar twenty minutes later Lloyd dialed James' mobile just to make sure he hadn't wandered off to another bar or was in a gutter somewhere.

Who: Will and James
When: Saturday evening.
Where: Their apartment.
What: They need to talk. Which always ends well.
Rating: TBC

The walk home had felt like 40 minutes despite it only lasting 10. With his phone gripped tightly in his hand Will kept his head down, avoiding any passers by or cars that might see him. He had done this walk too many times, the one of emotional agony and uncertainty. The last one he had done was to Wesley in order to be healed. Wednesday hadn't counted, he'd only been going to town to get Devon's toys. Now he was empty handed with a sense of foreboding. This was not going to end well.

Walking into the apartment he was met with a silence. It was nice to be home but also horrible at the same time. He wanted to face this issue, whatever it was, head on and resolve it but he wasn't too sure that James would take to the idea all that well. "I'm home," he called meekly, shutting the door with a tiny snap.

Who: Will and Ric
Where: Ric's house
When: Weds evening, after the sun's gone down.
What: Will needs space and to talk to his sponsor.
Rating: Swearing, obv.

After Ric had stopped taking his sweet ass time and picked Will up from outside of the coffee shop the angel had climbed into the awful pink car quickly so that nobody might see him be associated at all with the garish colour. He remained suitably sullky on the ride to Ric's place, staring at the darkening sky from beneath his shades like it'd make a difference. His long legs were sort of hunched up against himself like a teen angry at the world, but he was just numb. He didn't really know what to feel or how to present himself.

Ric's advice on getting a muffin for Wesley proved to be gold. The instant Will walked through the front doors the healer perked up and pestered him. With the encouragement of a muffin Wes was told to leave them alone and, satisfied, Wesley edged his way out and upstairs. Of course this left Will with the problem of being left alone with Ric. Having only talked to him via phone and chat, he was now faced with, well, the vampire face to face. He'd learnt a few tricks. "I got something for you, too," he revealed when they were alone. Handing Ric a paper bag he waited for him to take it before he went and slumped on the sofa. Inside the bag Ric would find a specially brewed Blood Smoothie, tasting clearly of strawberries for vampires, and a spicy muffin.

Who: James and Will (maybe Devon if he's around)
Where: Apartmentio
When: Weds evening
What: An affair is discovered!!!
Rating: R for swearing

"I NEED TO MAKE A CALL mine's out of credit borrowing yours thank you!" That was the way Will tactfully informed his husband that he was snatching his phone in order to make the silliest of calls to Pearl. First the issue was to find it. After searching the living room Will finally managed to discover the idiotic complicated flashy little piece of technology before he scurried off to the bathroom. Privacy was privacy, and yeah it was echoey, but for a prank call it didn't really matter. Now to try and work the damn thing.

The texts on screen were rather large and a few words couldn't escape his notice. Wife. Cock. Lover. What the fuck? Stunned, Will's thumb scrolled down the thread without him noticing, but constantly reading. Fucking hell. This was... what the fuck had he... and it was with LYLE? Affairs, champagne, making sweet love, what the fuck was going on? He went really quiet, his previous good mood disappearing. James... was having a textual affair... with Fisher's brother...

Who: James and Rocky
Where: Hospital
What: Rocky wakes up.
When: Afternoon

( I'd really rather not have to deal with you as a poltergeist. )