The Tiberius J. Swann Education Facility

Who: Jay, Rocky and perhaps a bit of Ikon
When: Saturday Night
Where: Rocky's dorm
What: The truth comes crashing down

Jay had been a bit edgy all week. It was probably due in large part to the fact that it was that time of the month, but she was sure there was more to it. She had finally been filled in on several of the dirty little secrets that were tangled up with her fucked up, secondary family tree and she wasn't exactly pleased with what she'd discovered. But it seemed that things had taken a turn this week in particular so she'd done her best to let it go. Still, the weight of carrying this secret was starting to get to her.

All week long, Jay would spot Raquel out and about and she would see an expression on her face and notice her mannerisms and see so much of their father, their siblings, in her. She was pretty sure that other woman thought she was a crazy stalker by now, or that she had eyes for that skinny demon that was always with her, and she kind of expected her to confront her pretty much any day now. But the waiting was killing her. And she wasn't sure how much more of it she could take.

All it took was a bottle and a half of wine and a killer buzz to put things into motion. Jay hadn't intended to do things this way, but she had a slight issue with impulse control when she was drinking, at least when she was drinking heavily, and didn't always make the best choices. And this, showing up at Rocky's door and knocking on it with the intent of telling her everything, was probably not the best decision. But there she was, waiting for the girl to open up, her photo album tucked under one arm and the rest of the second bottle of wine in the had of the other.

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: Syn, Will, Devon, Rocky and Wes
When: Evening
Where: Syn's apartment
What: A miracle

( I told him not to do it! )

Who: Garret and Rocky
What: Meeting in a bar
Where: Someplace in Boston
When: Evening
Rating: NSFW

It had been an obscenely early morning, filled with hasty decision and walking back to campus, calling a cab and packing things all before six. At the time it had felt cowardly, like he was skipping out on his family but by the time he checked into the hotel and laid himself out on the massive bed in the penthouse suite, Garret just felt... free. Calm. Like shackles had been broken, like he had been tethered down under water and he was free now. He could just leave and never look back if he wanted, even though in his note he'd promised he'd come back. There was more he'd wanted to say, needed to say, but it was left unsaid. And right now, it didn't matter. He'd needed to leave his life behind for a little while, and his family he was sure needed a break from him as well. He hadn't been himself, he'd had a dark cloud overhead, and surely none of them wanted to deal with that crap anymore. What good was he to them if he had nothing to offer?

So he had gotten away. And after sleeping most of the day, then ordering room service and showering and shaving and watching a game without someone (ie Max) leaping on his lap or making noise or trying to take over the couch, Garret felt like he hadn't felt in a long, long time- Good. No guilt, no pressure, no worries, just... himself. And he dressed to impress for his night out, because he was going to live his life the way he used to, before Mal and Rorie, hell before Lloyd even. Maybe he wasn't cut out for family life, even if it was an onconventional family. He was going to find out.

The bar was pretty slow, but that was no surprise considering it was Monday. Still, there were plenty of gorgeous people here, the women in particular. Most of the men here were with a date, but there were flocks of girls about looking for someone to take an interest. All except one lone redhead, who was off in a corner and seemed completely disinterested in the rest of the place. Smirking, Garret made his way over, determined to win her over with his charm. The closer he got, though, the more clear it became that this wasn't just some girl. This was a very familiar girl with a very familiar scowl, a family heirloom it seemed because all the McCafferties had identical ones. "Hey, little red," he said smoothly, sliding up beside her and flashing his bright, perfect grin. "Why the long face?"

Who: Rocky and Pearl.
What: Going for drinks so they can talk.
Where: Into the cityyy.
When: Tuesday evening.

Damn that bloody angel putting ideas and doubts into her head about Vinnie. Of course talking to Rocky about it hadn't helped ease those too much either. Something better not to discuss online? That just sounded ominous. So they would go for drinks, talk in person. Pearl liked that idea anyway, she liked the other woman, even considering who her brother was, it would be cool to get out together.

True to her word, 15 minutes after they stopped talking on the computer, Pearl was dressed and waiting by the gates for Rocky to arrive. The cab hadn't arrived yet, but should be due any minute though, so she hoped that she wouldn't be too long.

Who: Rocky and Ikon
When: Evening
Where: His Apartment
What: International Cuisine
Rated: TBD

After playing mediator between Will and Syn earlier in the day, Ikon was definitely looking forward to spending a little time hanging out with a cool and attractive woman and enjoying some quality Italian cuisine. It definitely sounded like a good end to his day. And since Syn was gone to help Will pack his things up from the place he had been staying, they would have the place to themselves for a while, though he had ordered extra food to put in the fridge for the sprite for later since he might be hungry when he got in.

Taking a few minutes to straighten up the place, Ikon then unlocked the door so Raquel could let herself in before moving to flop down on the sofa to wait for her. He was shirtless, wearing a pair of his more comfortable leather pants that sat low on his hips, his hair a bit of a wild mess from where he'd washed it earlier in the day and had only run his fingers through it before letting it air dry. The tv was turned down low, set on a disaster movie marathon on the Syfy channel that really wasn't doing much to keep his attention but was at least providing some background noise.

"Come on in," he yelled when he heard her knock, leaning forward to grab the remote to power the television off. Smokey eyes found her once she'd come into view and he smiled as he verbally greeted her, "Hey pretty."

Who: Will, Syn, Ikon and Rocky
Where: TJS then a club far far away. In Boston.
When: Tuesday evening.
What: Will is feeling naughty plus recruits.
Rating: TBC

Will was waiting outside for his comrades which apparently consisted of Syn, Ikon, and a new addition of Rocky. He wasn't sure how to take that. She had agreed to go, so presumably she understood where they were heading to. Dressed in his best the angel leant against Ikon's car, looking both at the school then to the starry sky. It was a nice night. He remembered idly how he used to look at the constellations and re-name them with Haddon. And more recently, how he'd looked at the stars and wondered if James was doing the same thing.

He shook that thought from his head. Tonight was not about that. Tonight was about letting loose, being free and having some fun. What kind of fun was to be decided, but as he saw his sister-in-law heading towards him wearing a minute, cold-looking outfit (which he assumed had been at Ikon's request but with her he could never tell), Will shot her a grin, still looking out for the others.

Who: Ikon and Rocky
When: Evening
Where: His apartment
What: Roommate exchange program

Why Syn had offered up their place for some strange girl to come hang out while he was off with Will Grey, Ikon had no idea. But he had, and Ikon could only assume that the girl was on her way unless she'd found somewhere else to go. It was the idea that she may have decided to go elsewhere that had kept his ass planted firmly on the sofa instead of going with his initial idea of taking a shower, changing clothes, and making himself look good. It wasn't like this was a date, after all. He didn't even know whether or not he would want to impress her. And Ikon was of the school of thought that if someone couldn't handle him at his worst, they didn't deserve him at his best.

Of course his worse consisted of him laying back on the sofa with a joint between his lips. His messy hair was hidden by a beanie, hands disguised by fingerless gloves. He wore a t-shirt with a long sleeved hoodie over top of it, black of course, paired with some black work pants. He also still had his boots on, giving the look of a man who was ready to get up and head out any minute though that wasn't the case. He was just cold. Fucking New England in the Winter had not been the best idea but here they were and there he was watching some documentary type thing on the History Channel about the mythos of Hell.

Who: Rocky, Will and Pearl.
What: Switch of babysitters.
Where: Rocky's room to start.
When: Middle of the night.

When James told her she needed to find Will, Pearl had been worried, thinking she was going to end up going out to some bar in the middle of nowhere to pick him up, or worse, someone's house. She certainly hadn't expected him to be across the hall in Rocky's room. It didn't even occur to her to leave him there though, go back to sleep like a sensible person might at that time in the morning. No, instead she threw on some clothes and took the two steps across the hallway to the other woman's door, firing off a text to say she was outside, so as not to disturb anyone else in the wing with knocking.

Who: Starbuck and Rocky
When: Thursday afternoon
Where: the infirmary
What: helping the patient

Starbuck was in the infirmary when Rocky returned to campus. She was immediately admitted to his care, and he was grateful to finally be away from prying human eyes so he could actually help her. It had been frustrating to visit her at the hospital and not be able to do anything. If only he didn't leave glowing blue handprints behind when he healed someone.

But now it didn't matter if he left evidence. Everyone at school knew the sign of Starbuck's healing hands, and they knew Rocky wasn't back to normal just yet. She needed his help. "Hey.. ready to feel better?" he asked, smiling warmly.

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. )

Who: James, Will, Devon, Wesley, and Rocky
When: Afternoon
Where: Boston
What: Court and an accident.

( Never leave me. Never ever leave me. )

Who: Rocky.
Where: City of Boston
When: 09:48 on Friday morning, just before the hearing.
What: Rocky gets into a spot of bother....

( It was over in seconds. )

Who: Rocky and Lyle
Where: Rocky's room
When: Monday afternoon
What: Lyle is coming over to hang out.
Rating: Probs swearing.

It was full of suck that Lyle and Fisher were leaving and she'd been thoroughly depressed about it for several days. Ever since Fisher had lost his memory the world had seemingly become increasingly full of suck anyway but this was just the cherry on the cake. The thought of losing both of them at the same time to the Californian sunshine was just shit. But before she went increasingly upset, she was gonna look forward to hanging out with Lyle during his final days at TJS.

It was casual chic with her usual comfy shorts and baggy shirt. in her room comfort was key. The door was open for Lyle to let himself in whilst she lay sideways in bed, legs resting up against the wall as she read a magazine.

Who: Rocky, Lyle and Fisher
What: Reintroduction
Where: Lyle's room
When: Afternoon
Rating: PG 13


Rocky wasn't sure whether she was prepared enough for this but then nothing would probably prepare her for seeing Fisher with no memory. She was seriously considering backing out and telling Lyle she didn't wanna go through with it - but then she wasn't being a good friend or a baby sister if she ran away in both the Majors' time of need.

Steeling herself Rocky stood outside of Lyle's room and took a deep breath. She was dressed down, much more muted than usual with hardly any make-up on and her hair pulled up into a ponytail. Fisher was gonna look at her and not see her, not even register her, more than likely. He'd be scared and he'd only have seen a picture of her. There wouldn't be any reluctant glimmer of care in his eyes there'd be nothing. It was hard to grasp but it would probably be harder to see. Gritting her teeth she announced her arrival by knocking twice.

( Lyle wasn't even ready for this, so how could Fisher be? )

Who: Loghan and Rocky
When: Mid-day Wednesday
Where: Outside and then his apartment
What: Hanging out

( She was craving man meat. Again. Though she should have had her fill by now and on many levels she had, Loghan was still... Loghan. )

Who: Everyone
What: 'Beach Party'
Where: Pool
When: 3 P.M. to Midnight
Rating: TBA

( PARTY TIME! )

Who: The School
What: The Dance!
When: Friday Night
Rating: NR

It had been a bit of a scramble putting the rec center together in the few hours between when the inspectors left and the start of the mixer, but in true TJS fashion it was not only accomplished, but fairly spectacular. The upper level gymnasium had been cleared and decorated as a dance floor, with a DJ booth and flashing strobe lights mixed amongst the streamers. The adjacent basketball court held nine different buffet tables, ranging from finger foods to simple entrees to intricate desserts. Here there were chairs and sofas scattered throughout, a haven from the noisy dance floor to socialize.

There were a few members of the security staff, as well as a few teacher chaperones, but even with the watchful eye of the staff, there was a sense of relief and informality in the air. This wasn't just a welcome back celebration for the students, but a victory party, a relieving hurrah for everyone as the hellish state inspection had finished, and the schools doors were to stay open. Despite the differences, the cliques, the friends and enemies made, the school had banded together and survived, and the comeraderie was almost tangible this night.

Who: Finn and Rocky
What: Meetings and showers
Where: The dorms
When: After the inspection is over and before the dance
Rating: PG-13, possibly up to R

( Buff half naked man in the hallway? Come on in! )

Who: Rocky and Rez
When: Thursday Afternoon
What: Rez is bored as fuck in the common room.
Where The common room

This whole state inspection lockdown thing sucked ass. He was not at all happy with it. He couldn't sleep in his own bed, in his apartment with Elle. He couldn't really even talk to her all that much. And he couldn't crash with Finn in his dorm room either because of the stupid fucking bed checks bullshit. It was dumb. And if the rumor was true and it was really some students that got this whole mess started, he was going to be pissed when he found out who they were. But that information hadn't filtered down to him just yet.

One could only sit in their room for so long staring at the walls before one started to get stir crazy. And that was what had happened to him. So he was in the common room, which had been dulled down for the inspection as well. There was a television still, but limited channels and no video games or dvds to watch aside from fucking Disney films. And there were computers but they were on some sort of intranet system and all you could access was "educational" sites and nothing else. Fucking lame. But at least the couch was comfy. And it was there where he was laying watching some dude on PBS giving instruction on how to paint "happy clouds", whatever the fuck those were supposed to be.