The Tiberius J. Swann Education Facility

Who: Sim and Syn
What: Pick pocketing and meetings
Where: Outside in the quad
When: Noonish

( It was very nice to meet you too Mr. Stephen Tyler. )

Who: Bastian and Syn
When: Early Morning
Where: The school kitchen
What: Conversation

( Man cannot live on pancakes alone. )

Who: Syn, Will and Devon
When: Evening
Where: Syn's apartment
What: A surprise
Rated: NSFW

It had started out as just a conversation. Syn and Devon had been sitting around talking about a variety of things when the idea had crossed Devon's mind and come out. Syn considered it for but a moment before he was in agreement and it was all under way. The pair of them had been working on it all day, ever since Will had left the apartment that morning, pretty much, abandoning classes in favor of getting this done. By the time it was done, Syntax was exhausted, but Devon was bouncing and ready for Will to come home and see what they had done.

Prior to today, this had been Syn's apartment and Devon and Will had only been staying here. Now it was completely redone. All of Will's things and all of Devon's things had been moved into the apartment which had been redecorated more in accordance with Will's taste. No longer did it look cold and barren and not lived in. It was a far cry from the apartment that Will had left that morning, and that was just the living room.

Devon had sent Will a text letting him know that he could finally come back to the apartment. He as excited for him to see, especially since this had been mostly his idea, and most certainly he wanted him to see the changed that had been made to the rest of the apartment. He was pacing back and forth in the front room waiting for Will to show up while Syn sat and waited quietly on the sofa which was now tossed with multiple lush throws and pillows.

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: Syn and Bastian
When: Evening
Where: Bastian's apartment
What: A request

( So you're saying you want out. )

who: bas and syn
when: evening
where: syn's apartment then bas's apartment
what: conversation and a little play
rated: nsfw and still in progress

( It wasn't just Bastian that Syn had been avoiding, but that was a part of it. )

Who: Syn and Will
When: Evening
Where: Searching around campus
What: Syn and Will are finally going to have it out.

Syntax wasn't going to bother trying to find Will. There was no point. He wouldn't listen to him, not really. He wouldn't make an effort to understand where Syn was coming from so why should he even bother? Because he loved him, that's why. Syn loved Will regardless of anything else that was going on and he knew that he was hurt, and that a part of the reason why he was hurt was because of his actions, and that wasn't something he really had it in him to bear. So after much internal debate, he bundled up to head out into the cold to try to find the angel, though he had no idea where to even start.

Will didn't live in the dorms, so he didn't spend much time there looking for him other than checking out the cafeteria and the public use facilities in the main building. After that he headed to the rec center where he had no luck. He knew where he had been staying before but he wasn't sure if he was even still staying there and since he didn't have a car, he figured it would be a better idea to finish looking around campus first. So he started exploring some of the other buildings on campus until he came upon one of the chapels on the grounds.

Syn thought it was probably a long shot, but since he had picked him up from a church once before, he decided to check there before he ventured off campus to search for the very glittery needle in a haystack. Opening the heavy door, he peered inside but did not immediately see anyone. "Will, are you here?" He called out into the near darkness, hoping that he was but doubting that he would be.

Who: Will, Ikon and Syn
When: Evening
Where: Ibiza, Spain
What: Vacation Begins!
Rated: NSFW

( Name, Syntax. If lost, please return to Will Grey. )

Who: Bastian and Syn
When: Afternoon
Where: Bastian's apartment
What: Syn needs a break and Bastian needs to relax.
Rated: NSFW

( Nothing quite like a glass bottle. )

Who: Syn and Bastian
When: Lunchtime!
Where: Cafeteria
What: Surprise! I'm a super!

( When they locked eyes, he knew that he was done for. There was no hiding from him now... )

Who: Bastian and Syn
When: Night
What: The pair indulge in a night of grown up fun.
Where: A BDSM club in Boston then Bastian's apartment.
Rated: Very NSFW

( Weren't you wearing a collar last time I saw you? )

Who: Will & Syn
Where: Syn's apartment.
When: Sunday Morning
What: Syn's sobering up and Will's dealing with a failed marriage.

The morning sun was an unwelcome sight. Will hadn't been able to sleep properly at all during the evening. Rescuing Syn from himself hadn't been what the angel had expected or needed but he'd done it because he didn't want one of his best and oldest friends out destroying himself just because he was hung up on the stupid angel. It was that worry, as well as the one that he now had no direction or certainty, and the complete heartache and anger he felt over the James situation, that was giving him a headache. When he'd finally dozed off he'd had terrible, swirling dreams and nightmares that involved many people from his past and he'd woken up several times to get a drink of water and try and stay off the headache which plagued him.

After being exhausted enough to doze for a few hours this sunlight flooding through his eyes made him groan and curl into himself. He felt dead. Hungover. Unfocused. And he really wanted to be knocked out.

Who: Will & Syn
Where: Syn's place
When: Late Saturday night
What: Will's feet have taken him there, and he needs to be with a friend after a breakup.

It was typical for Will's brain to shut down and just let his feet take him wherever he needed to go. It was a nice arrangement they had with each other. The moment he was overcome with any sort of strong, damaging emotion he just took off with a walk and it seemed that he was being lead to the best place for him. In this case it was the Staff building. His marriage was over. That was it. He'd taken off the ring and he felt so fucking empty without it on that it was impossible to bear.

Stepping to the door his hand knocked weakly once outside and then he leant against the frame awaiting a response. This was torture, but he knew that only one person knew him well enough to realise what he needed.

Who: Syn and Will
Where: The BGH
What: making up
When: Afternoon

Syn was still upset, but Ikon had managed to calm him down. He had sat looking at that address though for about an hour before he went to find Ikon in the other room and asked him for a ride. Ikon had that smirk and it made Syn want to slap him but he didn't. Instead he just pouted all the way there, dropped off at the edge of the drive like some sort of hitchhiker and left to find his own way home. Of course he could always call Ikon if he needed to.

Reluctant to walk up the drive, Syn stood there at the edge for a good ten minutes before he slowly made his way up the driveway and to the door. Inhaling a breath, he reached up to ring the doorbell. He hoped that Will would answer. He had no idea who else lived here and he wasn't exactly in the mood to deal with strangers. Tucking his hands in the pockets of his baggy jeans, he felt slightly under dressed in his Batman t-shirt with his hair simply brushed out straight and very little makeup on. He shivered a bit. It was cold outside. And it was taking someone forever to get to the door.

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:  Declan, Ikon and Syn. Later Wes!
Where: On campus, near the staff apartments
When: Afternoon
What: Declan's doing rounds and collapses! Ikon and Syn to the rescue.


Not having felt his best for the past couple days, Declan was trying to take it easy on his shifts, spending most of the time in the office watching the cameras, filing paperwork and only doing rounds when it was necessary. Unfortunately now seemed to be one of those times. Classes had just started, so most students were out of the halls meaning he probably wouldn't run into anyone on his walk. Though it wasn't typical for him, at the moment that suited Declan just fine. He threw on a jacket over his light sweater before heading out for the walk around the campus.

With stomach cramps, headache and nausea, it would have been a smarter decision to ask Garret to cover his shift  so Dec could rest. It didn't make sense to the dryad why he was feeling ill and he was focusing on that while walking. He was a tree. He wasn't supposed to catch bugs like the flu. His usual route was taking twice as long, something Declan noticed when he was close to the staff apartments. He paused for a moment, trying to get the energy together to make it back to the office. It wasn't working. Dec closed his eyes as the ground rushed forward to catch him as he passed out.

Who: Syn, Ikon and Will
When: Evening
Where: St. Patrick's Church then Boston Underground
What: The boys go to retrieve their friend.
Rated: NSFW-potential with the possibility of BDSM

After much debate, or at least a few minutes worth, it was decided. Ikon would drive Syn to the church and Syn would go in alone. Syn would have went on his own all together, but Ikon wasn't having it. He wanted to be there for the other man too even if he couldn't go inside. So since Syn couldn't drive, it made sense. And the pair of them headed off within moments of Syn having hung up the phone with Father Sheldon.

Neither of the boys knew their way around the city so it took them a while to figure out how to get where they were going. Who knew there were so many damn churches in New England?! At last, they pulled up in front of the massive building and Ikon gave Syn's shoulder a squeeze before the smaller man got out of the car. He could tell that he was nervous, and perhaps for good reason.

Leaving the sanctity of the car behind, Syn climbed the steps to the door, hesitating for an instant before going inside. He knew he wouldn't burst into flames or anything, he was only a sprite after all, but with his choice in lifestyle, this seemed an odd place to come. He glanced around once he was inside, frowning a bit when he saw no one there. "Hello?" He called out. "Is anyone here?" His voice echoed off the high walls and ceilings sending a chill down his spine. Churches had always freaked him out.

Who: Syn and Will
When: Evening
Where: Rocky's Dorm
What: Old acquaintances reunite.

Syn was nervous. This was due to two very specific reasons. For one, he liked to keep his personal life and professional life separate and this would be the first time that there would be someone in his workplace that knew what he liked to do outside of work. For two, that person was Will Grey. It had been ages since he'd seen the other man, a man that he had respected a great deal during the short time that they'd gotten to know one another in LA, a man that he had thought about often since then and had resigned himself to the fact that he would never see him again. But he was going to see him again, in about twenty seconds, after he lifted his hand to knock on the door.

Without makeup, wearing a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, his hair still wet, Syn lifted a hand and knocked lightly. There was something about this moment that left him feeling vulnerable in a way that he rarely ever did. Sure, he was typically submissive. He made himself vulnerable in every physical way possible and enjoyed it. But this was different. There wasn't the mask of his makeup or his clothes (or sometimes the lack thereof) to hide behind. He was just him at the door, not a toy and not a pet. Only Ikon ever really saw him like this, but here he was.

Who: Syn and Ikon
When: Evening
Where: The school grounds then their apartment
What: Moving In

"Brr..." Ikon was shivering, arms wrapping around himself as he and Syn exited the main building and started across the grounds. They had just left the head mistress' office where they had had a brief orientation and have been given keys to their on campus apartment. That was definitely one of the nicest things about this place so far. No other place Syn had worked had provided free housing for their staff.

"On kylmä," he remarked. "Tuntuu kotiin." That earned him a look from the smaller man beside him which he simply responded to with a grin.

"Asut," Syn replied, but then he moved to slip an arm around the taller man's waist, Ikon draping his own arm over his small shoulders in return.

( There's two bathrooms! )