The Tiberius J. Swann Education Facility

Who: Remington and Nathaniel
Where: ancient Rome
When: Tuesday afternoon, sometime in the year 3 AD
What: time for some gladiator action!

( Sure, all roads lead to Rome, but they weren't exactly interstates of the modern world. )

Who: Remington and Nathaniel
What: Going back to the year 3 AD
When: Early Monday morning
Rating: TBD


Nathaniel had wanted to make Remington happy, and after a vaguely successful cookie baking experiment (in which all the cookies were shaped like marine mammals), and a marathon of the history channel, he knew what he needed to do. Remington felt bored, and sad, and he missed being in combat. So Nathaniel would give that back to him. And there was no cooler combat than the one that he had been watching the night before with helmets and swords and lions and shouting. It had been very exciting, and Remington needed to be excited in his life now.

So Nathaniel had focused his magic and his mind really, really hard on Remington, and on where they were going to go, and he knew that he could do it. Remington told him not to use his magic but he was getting better at it, and surely his bestest friend wouldn't mind using magic to make himself happy? Of course not. So Nathaniel focused, and felt magic coursing through him, and when the world stopped wobbling and looking all purple he found himself sitting in the grass beneath a canvas tent, the air cool, eerily quiet and dark. He had done it. They were where the action was, marching troops and swords and leather. Men like Remington had missed, like the people he wanted to be with. And Nathaniel had brought him here. He was glad of this fact, but entirely exhausted, so he fell over into the grass and let himself fall asleep right where he landed.

Who: Remington and Nathaniel
When: Sunday
Where: in the security monitoring room
What: a djinn wants to cheer up his friend
Note: short scene done via AIM

( I'm going to make you happy. It's going to start with cookies. )

Who: Remington and Nathaniel
What: Meeting the occupant of his bed
Where: Remy's apartment
When: Late evening
Rating: PG


There was a man in Remington's bed. Candi had warned him, but it still annoyed and worried Remy. He did NOT trust djinns. They always spelled trouble."Hey, wake up," he said while kicking the bed frame.


( Nathaniel had never slept before. )

Who: Remington and Belle
When: Tuesday night around 8:00
Where: his apartment (that he shares with Candi)
What: attempting to woo an elemental, otherwise known as "stroking the flames"

Remington hurried Candi out of the apartment as quickly as he could. The sun set at 7:14, which didn't leave him much time to start cooking, but he didn't want her to be suspicious upon seeing him making more food than usual. Plus, Remington didn't often cook for himself now that he lived with Candi. He was still cooking when a knock came at the door.

Putting down the pan in his hand, Remington rushed to the door. He was slightly flushed from the heat in the kitchen, his hurried pace, and simple nerves from this secret dinner party for two. "Belle," he said softly, clearly in awe of her, "You look stunning. Please come in." He took her hand and escorted her into the apartment. It was always immaculately clean, because a serviceman didn't tolerate clutter or disarray. "I apologize that I'm still making our dinner. I got behind schedule. Join me in the kitchen?" He motioned that way and hoped she'd follow, because he wanted her to be as close as possible.

"I hope you have an adventurous stomach. I learned to cook while in the Marines, and my best dishes are Afghan." He was preparing lam kabob, qabli pulao (a rice dish), and manta as an appetizer served with some cut up fruit. All this was accomplished while wearing some jeans that Candi claimed 'were made for his body' and a black button up shirt. He was barefoot though, because he often was when cooking.

Who: Candi and Remington
When: Tuesday, 9/3/19
Where: their apartment
What: they're getting it on

Remington was exhausted when he got back from rounds around 1am. He’d worked a double to cover for one of the guys who had a date. Toeing off his shoes and pulling off his shirt without ceasing movement from the front door to the bedroom, he then pushed off his pants as he flopped down onto the bed with a long, tired sigh. “I swear.. if I have to tell one more fifteen year old to go to bed, only to hear ‘only if you join me’ in return... I’m gonna put a bullet through my skull.” Remington was used to having students flirt with him, some being MORE than obvious and inappropriate about it, but it still irritated him. Were all supernatural teenagers so hard up for sex?

He looked over at Candi, the only woman who got his lovin’ these days, and smiled lazily. “How was your day, dear,” he teased.

( more under the cut )

Who: Ava and Remington
When: Wednesday, late afternoon
Where: out on the grounds
What: Remington is trying to maintain order on campus and bumps into a distressed little pixie.

Everyone was going crazy. Remington technically wasn't on duty right now, and usually would be monitoring cameras even if he was, but some outbreak of chaos causing magic meant it was all hands on deck at TJS. So Remington was doing rounds. And while his limp was finally starting to fade, he still had some of it, and after walking around so much, he was feeling the pain.

He'd already ran into a few panic stricken students, who he advised to return to their rooms and lock their doors until they felt safe again. Thankfully, the new vampires seemed to realize what had happened before walking out into the sun, so no one had been killed yet. He feared that could still be the case though, so he kept glancing back at doors whenever he passed one.

Then something caught his eye. Rapidly changing hair color ahead of him. That was.. odd. And it probably had something to do with whatever spell was at work on campus. Remington went over to investigate. "You too?" he asked, looking up at her hair, but then he noticed her eyes were changing as well.

Who: Riley and Remy
What: drinking, strippers...etc..
Where: In town
When: Evening

Riley had found it odd this morning when his brother called and wanted to hang out that night. Really odd when he found out that he wanted to drink with him. But that was what brothers did right? Hung out, drank, watched chicks..well sort of in Riley's case. He had agreed of course and told Remy just to meet him at his house and they could have a few drinks before they went out.

He had no idea where Remy wanted to go or what he wanted to but Riley hoped a few drinks at home and they could figure it out a semi plan and then be on their way. Riley finished getting dressed and headed down the first floor to wait for his brother's arrival.

Who: Remington and Candi
When: Friday night
Where: his apartment
What: chatting/comforting (and apparently sex!)
FYI: NSFW

( AIM scene under the cut )

Who: Remington and Candi
When: Friday evening
Where: the rec center indoor pool
What: second chance at a first impression?

After his chat with Riley, which helped to clear the air a bit, Remington felt better. He understood why his brother was 'jealous' even if it wasn't logical. Riley would simply need to work through his insecurities, because he had nothing to worry about, not really. Charlie simply got along better with Remington because it was easier to share his company. You had to care about someone in order to get upset over the things they did. She didn't care all that much for Remington, at least not beyond a new friendship.

He headed for the rec center to do his physical therapy. It involved a great deal of stretching and light weight lifting. When he was done, he felt really sore, but he needed a long cool down or his muscles would cramp up. He decided the pool would give his muscles a chance to come down from the exercise without going into shock.

After changing into his trunks, he dove into the deep end. Swimming was great. It allowed him to feel somewhat normal. He didn't limp in the water, and his scars weren't really visible so long as his legs were submerged. He took it easy, just some lazy freestyle laps up and down the length of the pool.

Who: Remington and Charlie E
When: early Wednesday morning
Where: random empty dorm
What: trying to help

After the call from Alex (who Remington had never spoken with before), the elder Quinn brother set off on a determined search. He would not stop until Charlie was found. For her to have lashed out by stabbing someone meant she was in bad shape mentally. He was afraid she'd hurt herself or someone else, and Remington couldn't allow that to happen. She needed help, and whatever Riley was trying didn't appear to be working. It wasn't necessarily his fault, but it was time for a new approach.

Remington thought about where he would have hidden. He had experience with such things. How many times had he crawled under the bed or into a closet/cupboard in a desperate attempt to get away from his dad? Too many to count, at least in the beginning. Then Riley was old enough to take a beating, and Remington had to stop hiding. It was better for him to take the abuse than let his siblings get hurt.

Something about the dorms called to him. She had to be there. It was still dark, and she was probably tired. If he were Charlie, he would have found an empty room to hide and get some sleep at the same time. Sure enough, he found a door that appeared to have been picked. It took a keen eye to notice, and Remington did. Rather than pull out his keys and risk making things worse by coming in unannounced, he knocked lightly and then spoke through the wood. "It's Remington. May I come in?"

Who: Remington and Candi
When: Saturday evening
Where: starting in the staff parking lot
What: first meeting

Remington was lucky to not crash his new truck or get pulled over as he sped back to TJS from his brother's place. His mind was a wreck right now. Learning about what had nearly happened as a result of him leaving home when he was eighteen made him hate himself. Obviously, it was their father's fault first and foremost, but Remington couldn't shake the guilt. If he'd stayed, his dad would have left Riley alone. Remington could have continued to take the majority of the abuse and protect his siblings as much as possible.

He was limping worse than normal as he climbed out of the truck and headed back toward the staff building. Running through Riley's house and collapsing on the hard tile floor of the bathroom had done a number on his legs. He was pushing himself far too much. Part of his recovery involved resting, and he wasn't doing enough of it. He was also now bleeding through the gauze on his right hand which most definitely had some broken bones from punching the wall. What a mess. He'd gone over to see Riley in an effort to smooth things over, and it felt as though there was even more tension between them.

Who: Remington and Riley
When: Saturday afternoon
Where: Riley's house
What: Remington owes his brother an apology

Remington believed strongly in always doing what was right, which was why he'd been angry with his brother over sleeping with patients and the incident with Charlie and Fox. It was also why he knew he had to see his brother in person to apologize for losing his temper. Yes, what Riley did was wrong, but Remington took things too far and knew it. He had no doubt that he'd sounded just like his father as he yelled at Riley. What a great way to try and rebuild their relationship... by making Riley have flashbacks.

On Friday, Riley had finally gotten around to buying a vehicle. He was sick of taking taxi cabs everywhere, and he needed something to drive. So he'd gone to a local dealer and purchased a truck. It wasn't fancy, but he didn't really do fancy. Remington was all about functionality. This got him where he needed to go and felt more like the armored cars he was used to than the average sedan did. An actual Humvee wasn't practical for civilians. The truck suited him well enough.

The F150 rolled up to Riley's house Saturday afternoon, and with some additional effort, Remington climbed out and headed for the door with a slight limp. The man took what was intended to be a cleansing breath before he rang the doorbell.

Who: Remington and Charlie (the chick, this is gonna get confusing!)
When: Thursday evening
Where: his apartment for starters
What: Riley's crazy baby mama wants to meet her sorta brother-in-law

In all honesty, Remington wasn't looking forward to this meeting. His brother's ex, and the mother of his child, was a former mental patient. She had been Riley's patient, and given their history, it seemed as though Riley had only made the woman's life worse by crossing a line that should never be crossed between a doctor and patient. Yes, Remington was judgmental, but could you really blame him? His brother had a history of sleeping with patients. Remington was disappointed, and he was sure that showed.

Still, the woman wanted to meet Remington, and he knew he'd have to eventually. He figured it would be better to do so on his own turf, not because of any sort of dominance thing, but Charlie had been cooped up in Riley's house for how long? It might do her good to get out. It might do her even more good to feel as though she wasn't Riley's prisoner. No one liked to be caged up. So he'd invited her to dinner at his new apartment and informed Riley that he was not invited. Harsh? Maybe. But it was how Remington decided to handle things.

The oven and stove top were both occupied when Charlie arrived. He'd told her where to find his apartment and instructed Riley to trust the woman enough to let her show herself from the car to Remington's door. She needed someone to trust in her, even if only in sort bursts. It would build her confidence and hopefully put her on a path toward being able to care for herself. So when she knocked at the door, he rushed over to open it with a smile. The red hair wasn't quite as vibrant as Mara's, but that was normal. Red heads often lost some of the luster as they aged. Still, she was stunning.. far more attractive that he'd expected. "You must be Charlie," he said as he held out his hand. "It's nice to meet you. I'm Remington. Please come in," he said in a warm tone, stepping back to allow her passage. The apartment wasn't decorated, because Remington didn't do 'decor'. But it was clean, warm, and it smelled wonderful from the cooking.

Who: Riley and Remington
When: Sunday night
Where: Riley's house
What: Family dinner
{not finished}

Dinner was almost finished, the steaks were on the barbecue, the veggies were still roasting, and his potatoes were on a different grill finishing up. Riley was almost as excited as his daughter about Remington coming over, he hated that he moved out so soon, it was almost like Remy had run away from him again in a way. But Riley wasn't saying anything about it because he knew it was his own insecurities that made him feel that way.

Riley looked around his kitchen for the fifth time, trying to find his beer and it seemed to have been lost to the black hole that his kitchen had become. He had wanted to cook this dinner for his big brother himself, so he had told Mara's nanny that he didn't need her help. Which he really didn't...but for cleaning up he just might. Mara ran in for the twentieth time and asked if uncle Remy was here yet. Riley was about to say no when he heard a car pulling in.

Who: Cassie and Remington
What: Running into each other
Where: The gym
When: Friday afternoon

Obviously the chaos demon hadn't learned her lesson about pushing her body over the years, so Cassie finished Cheer and headed for the gym. It would just be a waste to take a break and go for a run later though. She may as well keep pushing herself, but she did at least choose to do it inside where other people might be should something happen.

Walking into the gym, she peeled her hoodie off again, but left the long sleeved top as a layer. The demon already had headphones in and she really wasn't paying attention to who else was in there as she stepped up on one of the treadmills and threw herself back into the exercise. It took her a while to work her way up to the fastest she'd ever been on the treadmill before, and her muscles were protesting, but being as stupid as she was, Cassie turned it up even further, intent on pushing herself even further, until she stumbled and had to step on the sides to recover, breathing incredibly hard.

Who: Remington and Riley
When: Sunday, March 8, 2009
Where: starting at Walter Reed in Maryland
What: reunion

Remington was very nervous about his baby brother’s arrival. They hadn’t seen each other since the day Remington walked out of their shitty Texas home. Looking back would have been a mistake. But that wasn’t to say Remington didn’t keep tabs on his family. He did his best, and he’d even sent money to his brother and sister. He cared about them, but he couldn’t stay there. He was a danger to them, and he needed a fresh start. He had to get out.

The military had been good for Remington until his service landed him in this hospital with other wounded service members. But Remington was lucky by comparison. He hadn’t lost any limbs in the blast. The shrapnel left him scarred up pretty bad, and he’d suffered a lot of internal injuries from the force of the explosion, but he was healing. The marks would always be visible, but he could walk, talk, and continue on with his life. Problem was.. Remington didn’t know a life outside the Marines.

The Post Traumatic Stress Disorder had rendered him ineligible to return to active duty. He could have taken a desk job, but that wasn’t of interest to Remington. He’d go nuts if forced to sit still for hours on end. It was all or nothing for him, so he received an honorable discharge. Being a civilian felt really fucking weird, especially for a man who had avoided living in the US for nearly all of his adult life. He’d never even had a home that wasn’t on a base. Now he was unemployed, still a bit banged up, and waiting for what was sure to be a very awkward reunion with his brother.

Hospital rules, he had to be escorted out of the building in a wheelchair. While Remington was a little on the slow side still, he could walk, so he felt like an ass sitting in the chair in his room. He had too much pride for this.

He stared down at his hands, which had a few scars of their own and were very calloused, only looking up when he heard footsteps.

( I like to flirt and I still love boobs, besides it made her freaking day. )