The Tiberius J. Swann Education Facility

Who: Maggie and Wesley
When: Thursday evening
Where: Wesley's apartment
What: Maggie's hungry and needs a quick bite.

( She just might have to toy with his hair tonight as a means of tormenting him. )

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: Mara and Wesley
What: Questions
Where: Infirmary
When: Late morning
Rating: Most likely pg


Mara closed her laptop and headed for the infirmary to see Wesley, to see if he could help her sleep and maybe answer some questions for her that she did not want to ask any of her parents. Wesley had treated Mara ever since she was little, she loved him like he was family because her mom had adored him and he had always been nice to both of them.

So now that Mara was grown, she saw more of why her mom adored him and couldn't seem to stop herself from flirting with him. She didn't mean much by it, she was a fifteen year old girl, turning sixteen next month she was just pushing her limits...and pushing them as hard as she possibly could.

She stopped outside the infirmary, flicked her hair off her shoulders and smoothed her short skirt before opening the door and walked in, smiling wide at Wesley. "Hi uncle Wes." Mara said in a sing song voice before walking over and giving him a hug.

Who: Blake, Godric and Wesley
What: Intervention
Where: The BGH
When: Afternoon
Rating: R for language
Note: Chat Aimscene

( Talk. I'm listening. )

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: Charlie and Wesley
When: Night
Where: The infirmary
What: Cake!

Since she couldn't figure out specifically which type of cake to take to Wesley, Charlie had gotten an entire plate full of cake, every variety that there was available to her, to take to him in the infirmary. She'd also grabbed a half gallon of milk because who could eat that much cake without some milk to go with it. She'd let the husband know that she would be late getting home tonight and she would either call him when she was ready to come home or she would get a ride on her own. That really depended on whether or not Wesley was up for taking her home. So everything was good and settled when she made her way to the infirmary at around 7 or so to track down the ruggedly handsome older man with whom she was still slightly infatuated.

"Knock, knock." Charlie spoke around the corner of the small office door, a smile upon her lips. "The lady at the desk told me I could find you back here. Hope you don't mind." She pranced in and set the plate down on the desk along with the jug of milk. "Ta-da! I got like.. five different kinds of cake." There was chocolate, carrot, red velvet, rum and pound cake. "Do you have any glasses?" She asked, and then she paused before adding, "You like milk, don't you? With cake?"

Who: Wesley and Max
What: Healing
Where: The BGH
When: Late night
Rating: PG 13

Max had a clear head about him, even though he knew that he was in a lot of trouble. But he knew what he had to do. First, he needed to find the Sex Nurse. If he could do that, and quickly, then he would be okay. Maurice had given him a ride to the house, but Max insisted that he would be okay on his own from there. He didn't want Maurice getting too involved with his real life. They were just in business together, so their mutual trust only spread so far. Although after tonight, Max was pretty sure that he really liked his vampire friend.

Walking up to the front door, Max was covered in scratches and in blood, thankfully most of it not his. Not so thankfully, most of it belonged to the enormous rotweiler in his arms. The animal was scratched and bitten, muscle and tendon exposed beneath shredded skin, its breathing labored and uneven. As he got to the door, Max knew that the polite thing to do was to knock, but he was in too much of a hurry to be polite. So he let himself in, sniffing the air and looking for the healer. When he finally found the right room, Max twisted the doorknob and let himself in, grunting softly beneath the weight of the dog in his arms. "Sex Nurse," he said calmly, even though a part of him wanted to fly into a panic. "I need help. You have to fix him."

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: Godric and Wesley
What: Pacing
Where: All over the house
When: About 1am
Rating: TBD

So, Godric thought as he made his ninetieth lap around the kitchen, this must be what addiction feels like. The effects of the potion had worn off a few hours ago, and after laying in bed for forty minutes overthinking about all the things he'd done that day, Godric had gotten up and just started pacing the house. He had cleaned the play room, checked in on children, swept the kitchen, made a batch of hard boiled eggs, read a chapter in a book, went over his leson plan (again), and even made Blake lunch for the following day. While his hands had been busy, his mind had been racing. This potion was dangerous because it made him careless, it made him allow the students to speak to him in a way that he normally wouldn't, it made him stray from his lesson plan, it made him act completely unlike himself.

But, at the same time, he wanted it. He wanted to just be the person that the potion turned him into. He wanted to not care what anyone thought about him, he wanted to just let things go, to not have worry and guilt cloud up his head. He wanted to be okay with Hope and Wesley and not think about all the ways it could and probbaly would go wrong. He wanted to be fine with kissing Blake in public and holding his hand. But his brain overcomplicated everything and the potion simplised it, and it was impossible not to be addicted to that.

He knew it was bad, though, so he was trying to resist driving to the school and just getting it, drinking it down before anyone woke up and could see him like he was now, dishevelled and frantic and pacing like a man with a guilty conscience. He knew that he should give it up now, while he still could. While he still had the self control to do it. But every minute that passed felt like an eternity, and Godric couldn't keep his eyes from going back to his car keys that were hanging on the peg by the door.

Who: Charlie, Riley and Wesley
When: Evening
Where: The Quinn House
What: Dinner
Rated: TBD

Carlie was super excited about Wesley coming for dinner. It was strange that he had agreed to it since, you know, he said he had a girlfriend or whatever but maybe this was just a friendly sort of thing. If it was, she'd be mildly disappointed, but either way, she was excited to see him and it showed. She's already changed clothes three times before settling on a red dress that was probably a bit sexy for a dinner at home, but hey! It wasn't like she really went out all that often and she figured Wesley would appreciate the blatant display of skin.

"Is he here yet?" Charlie asked for the third time, walking into the kitchen in her third outfit and stealing a piece of cheese off the appetizer plate for the third time. Wesley wasn't there yet, of course, and this brought a frown to her lips. "What's taking him so long?" She pouted a little, and then she perked up as he looked over at her, a smile curling her lips. "How do I look?" She had a feeling he wouldn't entirely approve of her outfit but she wasn't changing a fourth time so he'd have to learn to love it.

Who: Charlie and Wesley
When: Afternoon
Where: Infirmary
What: Wesley fixes what's ailing Charlie
Rated: Slightly NSFW

( I thought I felt a lump the other day... )

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

( In progress )

Who: Wesley & Blake
Where: BGH
When: Sunday morning
What: Wesley asks Blake a question that's been niggling.

It was dead silent in the house. Blake was sprawled face-first on the sofa, one arm behind him and the other on the floor. He looked, for all intents and purposes, absolutely shattered. A very bright healer was already roaming the house, having been up for hours with his sneaking boots on. After creeping past the sleeping demon all day Wesley couldn’t handle it any more. He went over and settled next to him, inching those long legs up the cushions so that he had some space, before the healer smiled at the sleeping beauty and clapped his hands loudly.

Having been given the fright of his life Blake jolted awake, inhaling some of the fluff from the cushion as he snorted back to consciousness. On hearing the healer’s chortles the demon gazed blearily over to him, hair flopping into his eyes. “Who died?”

( You are scary sometimes. )

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 and Justin (dadda)
Where: The BGH kitchen
When: Tuesday morning
What: Confrontatiosn and 'friendly help'
Note: Swearing
Status: Completed!

( Five years without a fucking phone call and suddenly you're fucking Ghandi MacIntyre? )

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: Wes and Ric (and Blake)
Where: BGH
When: Friday night
What: Wes needs cuddles
Rating: Probs swearing

Wesley needed something that wasn't food, drink, distraction or mindless tv. What he needed was his vampire, the calming and logical influence of his dear best friend. He waited in the dark of the living room until the kids were in bed, then he waited for Blake and Ric to retire. After a few brief passes of their bedroom door he waited a further hour, once the cries and grunts of 'manlove' had died down, then he crept in his jamies into the master bedroom.

It was hot in here, and it smelt of the afterglow of sex but he didn't comment on it or feel the slow burn of jealousy or desire as normal. Instead he slipped slowly onto the bed, noticing Blake's gentle breathing of a deep sleep as the couple lay tangled in the sheets. It appeared that Ric had played top dog tonight. After a moment Wes settled, then gently announced his presence by wrapping one gentle arm around Ric's form.

Who: Mandy & Wesley
Where: A diner in town
When: Afternoon time
What: Mandy's gonna tell Wessers who the father is

The drive to the diner was short, but it still took them a considerable way from the school, far enough so that he knew the food wold be good. Once there Wesley had ordered his usual burger immediately, with side order of curly fries and a giant cola. Wesley wasn't afraid of food so he'd ordered a side of garlic bread too. Anything to fill his face and give him time enough to make up some other story to tell her to cover his own real secret.

He just wanted to avoid everything right now, call Kimmi, and just go to sleep. But he'd promised Mandy that he would at least try... "I want a milkshake," he announced suddenly. "Do you think it's too late to order a milkshake? Lilja had one yesterday and I've craved one ever since."

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!!! )