VI. Suckers [Saturday 8th, Morning]

18:34:56 Chase` was in good spirits today and right now he was wearing a rather flattering Santa suit that was surprisingly comfortable. He wore crimson pants with white fur trim at the bottom covering the high tops of his polished black boots. His matching jacket was open at the top, the sleeves rolled up. But most importantly, his hair had changed color to white and he had a bushy white beard. If you didn't know it was him, you'd think there was someone new at Hex. He whistled Christmas carols as he walked the halls, hands in his pockets. As he moved down the steps toward the great hall he jumped off the third from the bottom and clicked the heels of his boots together. He landed and saw Mila, Lara, and Brax all standing there. Kennedy seemed to be offering the girls some Candy Canes and he grinned a little. No doubt they were tainted. But he would end up having one anyway. Kennedy and his friends were the biggest pranksters in the school, and most of the sixth years knew this, so anything the guy handed out freely, in Chase's mind anyway, was not something you wanted to take without giving it some forethought. He moved around behind the girls, putting an arm around each of their shoulders, "Ladies. Who wants to sit on Santa's lap?" Yeah, sure, maybe it was a little creepy, but to him it was hilarious every time he said it. And, being who he was, he would end up saying it to every girl he saw today. He looked to Brax, "Hey man. I don't think anyone expecting you to be handing out candy." Utterly ridiculous. The guy never missed opportunities like this. Ever.

18:37:24 [Sydney] Rather than indulge herself with a bit of a nod, the woman recalls that today is the very day the Christmas Tree at Hex was being decorated. Perhaps some good times would be had in helping out as best she could. She did love the Christmas season, especially the break from Hex in returning home helped her rejuvenate her sense of belonging. Thus her booted feet are dropped to the ground. Slowly pushing from the seat to rise, she takes a gander of her current area, watching those in Tritus get ready for their day, lazily hanging out in PJ’s and the like before she motioned to exit from the common room. Feeling the cooler air once immediately away from the fire, she is warmed by the wool sweater she wears and the tank top underneath. Her cheeks are flushed from the warmth, her green hues cascading with curiosity out into the hallway as she steps forward, feline in figure out the door. Smooth taps against the stone of equal foot mar the path she takes down through the myriad of hallways that brings her toward the Great Hall. Hair bouncing around her face, sheer and glossy as she moves, capturing the light from overhead, while sea-green eyes peer forth, watching the scene of those around her. Stopping on occasion to say hello to friends and acquaintances, it makes the journey some what longer than it should be, but there is no rush this morning. Usually she is up early and training, getting everything done before the crack of dawn, but not on a Saturday. Her one day to be with herself. Do as she pleased within the rules of the School, of course. Bounding with tireless energy, the fifth year motioned in a steady pace, moving through the large portal of doors that allows her entryway into Hall. The vast space welcomes her, it’s stone archways with little nooks and crevices appeal to her nature while she whistles softly to herself. The tree standing in place already looks mighty, the large conifer full of bristles and branches, pines and the like. The scent heavily fills the room and through her olfactory senses as she inhaled a deep breath, only to follow through with an expanse of air through her lungs as she exhales. A quick cursory glance shows others in the room already, including a slim looking Santa and two elves. Along with Brax and a few others. Already it was starting to feel festive indeed. It isn’t long before she’d advanced upon by a first year student with Candy canes.. “Aww thanks Mate..” She’d offer before taking on (Ardor) and plopping it into her mouth. “Wonderful!” she commented as the first year dashed of to find others.

18:41:20 [Emri] Lights, largely tangled and nothing more than a clusterfuck of unlit joy, were spread out infront of Emri. Frustration had set in long ago in trying to properly undo them from themselves. Eventually he gave up and, instead, decided to just throw them; let them work their issues out amongst themselves while he-- " Candycane? " His attention is pulled from the lights (though at the time they were likely the least important thing floating through his mind) like a child's, and within seconds he's gnawing at the candy, offering the underclassmen a simple wave as they parted ways. Whatever bouts of paranoia that could have been present never seemed to exist as a possibility for Emri. With eating what he may eventually come to know as a practically weed-covered candycane, those suspicions would only continued to be quelled. Opium tasted good. His attention, now especially, easily drifts back to the lights, then a wandering student, the nearby window, and then the lights again. Though no slower than before, Emri seems to take in these details with a careful scrutiny, forcing them into a memory-bank that is unknowingly going to disappear once the candy does. Nonetheless, it is so; however, even his attention which is seemingly, perpetually wandering, eventually decides to fully settle on the lights. Instead of struggling to free them from their self-made bonds however, a suddenly content Emri bundles them up and hoists the net of them over one shoulder, slowly beginning his departure through Hex. He has no intentions of helping the school and their decorations, however; these are for his own, undisclosed use. It's entirely likely that he still passes a few familiar faces, nonetheless.

18:48:37 Mila could never be accused of being the slow-moving type, nor a person to ask questions first. She was a Grade A, sign first read later kind of girl. When faced with a harmless candy at the arrival of Brax' Kennedy and a first year offering treats? That dainty little hand reached forth, her duet with Lara trailing off to an end somewhere in the chorus. Pretending to be picking from a lucky dip, her fingertips danced in the air above the candy canes which all appeared to be the same. “Hmmm!” Little did she know the suspense was likely killing the Shifter jock, not that he would be able to tell one candy cane from another. Sealing her fate, fingers with their scarlet, painted nails closed in on one of the hooked, Christmas treats. Wrapped in a slight sheen of plastic and with a red bow about its middle, it did look like harmless confectionery – if only she knew, that she had picked one of those God awful Ardor Essence candies. “Are you going to the Hall?” She questioned of Brax, always the infectious little chit-chatter, this one. Meanwhile her fingers were working at the plastic impatiently, grumbling at the impossible packaging of cane's that made it near to impossible to remove them without snapping the candy hook. “Ah! Got it!” Cherry-stained lips smiled endearingly and then she was pushing the wrapping to about half way, and popping the naked section in her mouth. Unlike the alcoholic tampering, the Essence gave off no taste. There was no reluctance as she allowed the harmful rampage to enter her system, even murmuring a sweet “Mmmm.” at the sugary taste that teased the crescent of her mouth. As the walking group entered the Hall it seemed Chase was upon them, scaring the daylights out of the pretty brunette with an audible “Mmf!” Realising the identity of her attacker, she cried out in laughter and shoved gently at his arms. “Chase! You look like a pedo.” Now eyes of crystalline smoke spied out Emri as he was walking by with a bundle. “Em? What are you do-.” Mila decadently licked at her full, lower lip. A strange tingling was coursing through her body and had her velvet, scarlet gown been any thinner one may have spied dual peaks at the swell of her breast. An ardent sigh left her, and her hazy eyes focused on the Elemental as she paused to stop him. Everything about her was fire. That slim little figure was warming, inflamed and all too hot in the Hex Hall. Walking with a sway in her hips and a come hither look in those dusky eyes, Mila approached the Mage. “Where are you going?” Her words were a purr, and then her free hand was reaching up to push at his dark hair, commenting idly “You look so hot with your hair pushed back. Doesn't he Lara?” He did. Who could blame the Seer for noticing?

19:02:15 Lara flashed a winning smile at those newly graced with her presence. “Hello Braxton.” His name rolled of her tongue with an accent that was decidedly French, and carried with the melodic tune of a Siren's natural voice. Blessed with quite the metabolism, she had no cause to limit her intake of sweeties and so, displaying a little more restraint that Mila, she reached for one and unfastened it from it's bindings, tying the spare, scarlet ribbon around her slim wrist in a bow. Pretty. As chance would have it, Lara who had no need of Ardor Essence, for she was a rampant little minx of her own accord, had selected the tasteless enchantment of rose coloured glasses. It didn't take more than moments of sucking the candy stick before it was beginning to take effect, the colors of the Hall both overwhelming and pleasing. Chase was a grand amusement, and she gasped with all the shock of a toddler who was seeing Santa for the first time. “Santa can have me on his lap. If he is lucky.” The smile could not be wiped from her heart-shaped countenance and when Mila stepped toward Emri, Lara moved over, keeping them in a large sort of circle of five. Her friend's strange behaviour went unnoticed by the unnaturally cheery Siren, and the girl was nodding and exclaiming enthusiastically “Oui! It does! It looks so hot pushed back” Typical to her nature, this was delivered in the same alluring manner Lara was like to say anything.


19:06:35 Jacinth Well, with the weekend there, she was a little more relaxed, and seeing as it did appear that the school was getting a little festive, well...oh, she couldn't help it. She didn't go all sexy Miss Claus, but Jace was certainly something. The again, she always was. Vibrant red dress, with a dangerous little sweetheart neck that showed off maybe a little too much cleavage. Fitted with a lacy bodice, it drifted down and over the hips, flaring somewhat, to kiss above her knee. The look was completed with a pair of knee high, laced boots, and a bit of holly with it's bright green leaves tucked into her hair. If she hadn't looked youthful before, she definitely did now, with the splash of shadowy make up on her young face, and a lovely paint upon her full lips. By some lucky slip, the nurse had heard mention of this not so little tree decorating, and managed to take a slip from the infirmary, to take a venture down. Swish-swish was the sound of her skirt, the layers dancing against one another as the cheery woman made her way down. She had no plans to get involved, as she was sure it was more of a students tradition, but she had intentions to enjoy the atmosphere. Brows did lift at the students, but, she passed them in order to find herself a cup of tea. A warm cup of tea, unlike the one she'd abandoned up in the infirmary, that, like all the others, had definitely gone cold. Out of the way she'd sit, once she had it, toying with the string that was attached to the bagged herbs within. No sugar, no milk, she was fine with it, how it was. Who knew how long she'd stay, as well...you know, she'd found out, that randomly butting into the students doings, really didn't go all that great.

19:15:04 Chase` laughed a little as Mila called him a pedo and shoved him off, and he took the opportunity to grab up a candy cane. He had no idea it was coated in the tasteless dual-gender viagra. He peeled off the wrapper and popped it in his mouth, clamping down on it with his teeth and letting his tonge swirl around it to collect the peppermint flavor. He couldn't help but laugh as Lara commented about how he could have her on his lap if he was lucky. He watched as Mila moved over to stop Emri and Lara went along. His candy cane was beginning to have an effect. Was it just him or was it getting hotter? His hands moved up and undid the buttons on his jacket and he began fanning himself with the opening, revealing the fact that he had on a white tank top and red suspenders. After all, what santa suit would be complete without the suspenders?! He let the front of his jacket fall loose and he pushed the right side back so he could slide one hand into his pocket as his breathing and heart rate quickened a little. His left hand rose to pluck the candy cane from between his lips and he cleared his throat as he shifted his weight, looking at the candy cane. Odd. Then he realized it was probably spiked with something that that, well, whatever was happening to him, he really wouldn't care all that much in ten seconds or so. Which was about the time where the pants of his costume got rather. . . uncomfortable. He placed the candy cane back in his mouth and turned his eyes to the two girls focused on Emri. His eyes lingered on their attributes and he moved up to put his arm back around Lara and he spoke around the candy cane, "So, is it really hot in here or is it just me?"

19:20:28 Jacinth [Tacking onto my post, here.] No sooner had she sat down, had Jacinth's bottom jaw dropped a little. Oh! Oh, heavens, she was suppose to go and help Mae. They'd made a few little plans. Popping up on her feet, her tea craddled, she'd come as quick as she had gone. Christmas spirit could wait til another time. She'd promised to meet her colleague, and by this point, she hoped the redhead hadn't wondered where Jace had scampered off to. Slipping carefully through the dorms, she'd swing around to where the nurses room would have been found. Lifting her dainty hand, she'd knock on the door, and with a singsong tone, "Open up, open up, I really don't remember how the big bad wolf threatened to blow down the door. Something about huffing and puffing and doing a dance." Chuckling, she'd step back, arms crossed in a non-threatening way, as she broke out a smile. Open up in there, pretty lady.

19:22:39 [Jake] The head splitting ring of his battery fuelled alarm jerked the sleeping beauty awake. Brown eyes sleepily flickering open, a single raised hand sluggishly grasping the beeping alarm, searching for the off button. Patience reduced to it’s miniscule amount, he instead ripped open the back and tore out the batteries. Safe to say Jakey boy is not a morning person. He was one of the few Tritus seniors still in bed, mangled sheets wrapping themselves about his half naked body, the right side of his hair stubbornly standing on end. Usually on a Saturday he would sleep until at least mid day, the pale sun at it’s apex and lunch time in the great hall, but today was different. The Christmas spirit was in the air, baubles and bells eagerly decorated the institute and a special gift, concocted by the mischievous senior males had been reaching the stockings of the student body this morning. Ofcourse the Were had his hands in the trouble to be had, never missing a chance to satisfy his yearning for amusement. After the regular routine of brushing, shower and spending far too long in the mirror, the young wolf was ready for mischief. Like many of the boys who so often enjoyed to break the monotony of their student life, a dress up code had went unspoken among their masses. The most popular being sexy santa, or not so sexy in most cases. Black boots accompanied by dark red pants, long suspenders pulled up to hang over his shoulders, resting above the white tank top which covered his top half, brawny arms on display. The cherry on the cake, a red hat with a white fluffy bauble on the tip hung down the side of his face, hat delicately placed as to not mess up his hair. The vanity often earning him the brunt of banter amongst his friends. Santa in his prime, the fat man had certainly lost some weight this year, washboard stomach and the black shadow of stubble upon his chin, the signs of a lacking shave. A saunter through the halls revealed the fruition of their plans,youngsters darting around with joyous smiles upon their faces as they handed out the candies. Cheery greetings to familiar faces, Jake had arrived to witness the magic happen. A wickedness to his eyes and white toothed smirk, he approached Emri with a pat on his back and a playful wink. “Getting into the seasonal spirit?“ His words then replaced by his very own candy cane, dangerously propped in his mouth. His hungry gaze unwavering as he admired the two sexy Mrs Claus.<e>

19:24:46 [Sydney] Is out of the circle of Five and no one else truly noticed she’d entered save the kid who‘d offered her the candy. She motioned toward the tree, sucking upon the candy can in a candidly reverent manner, letting it’s taste slowly seep into her mouth. Tongue lapping at the near mint flavor, she relished the small treat while sending her gaze around the room. Others were still coming in at a time. Even the Nurse Jacinth had dolled up for such a situation. Sydney looked down over her sweater and leggings, feeling a little out of place suddenly. Perhaps she should go change into something more fitting in order to fit in with the rest of the crowd. Feeling slightly uneasy and getting rather warm, the woman debated for a moment what to do. A few friends popped over to say hi, but they too were all dressed up in some Christmas outfit. Sydney was really starting to feel hot, and buzzed in a way. It was as strange feeling that onset itself suddenly within her. Like an ache deep inside that needed to be filled, but not the likes of what she’d felt before. Her breathing had quickened and her heart pounded against the ribcage of her chest, while cheeks flushed with a heated blush that soon met her eyes that were half lidded. She turned to leave.

19:32:32 [Emri] Stopped by Mila, whose face is a pleasant surprise, Emri's grip over the lights momentarily falter. As the faces and names begin to seemingly CLOSE IN ON HIM, he drops them at his back, and his eyes first drift over to Mila as her hands combs his hair back. " I was going outside, " he motions in the general direction of the courtyard, but before any other sort of reciprocated response can be given, Lara's chimed in on his hair. She was such a bitch the last time they talked - it was good knowing she had managed to mellow out! (Even if it was due to a very similar concoction she had downed.) " Thanks, " it's genuine, " I'll have to remember that. " He offers a simple laugh, clearly pleased by the sudden announcement of company, but there remains a simplicity behind his dark, glazed eyes. Its unlikely obvious as to he's staring back at Mila because of her own implied look, but he's doing so nonetheless. Jacinth's presense, which is brief, goes unnoted; instead, Emri turns to face the arrived Jake, and he glances between the two opposing males. Their similarities immediately weird him out, and he can't resist the urge to step back from them, closer to either of the girls closest to his side. " Did you two plan that? " and in place of jealousy of their possible friendship is instead a heightened sense of awkwardness. Something was going on, but no matter how strong the implications got, Emri seemed far too lethargic to actually act on any of the thoughts. So, he simply continues to linger near Mila. He, too, was suddenly feeling hot, but due to reasons likely less hormone-related than Chase or her. Too many people, too fast.

19:44:53 Maebh had managed to clean up her room in from free time. At this point, however, the flame-haired woman was on her way to destroying it. What in the hell am I going to wear? And where is Jace to tell me what to wear? She thought to herself. Her sense of style had been very professional mixed with borderline sexy. Never had she ventured too far beyond that point. Being anything besides pretty was a virginal territory, along with the majority of her body. She had thought about it, but hushed away from the idea. It wasn’t her body; no, that in no way was the problem. She stood at five-foot-three and tipped the scales at a gracefully curved 104 pounds. Her mother was to blame for her ass and rack, and her father for the contagious smile. Those parts were covered for now in a pair of satin boy shorts and a matching bra. Her hair was done as well as her makeup. Her lashes were naturally long and thick, so she played those up. And rather than Chapstick, the nurse coated them in a nude gloss giving them that full and dewy look. Her hair was full and pregnant with full curls that rested pleasantly on her breasts. Her nerves dragged her back and forth throughout the room, pulling clothes from her wardrobe and looking at nothing but her work wear. There had been some playful pieces that she had specifically for these occasions. However, she never ended up wearing them. Mae didn’t know how to make them work with her figure, and ended up looking silly. Her hands rested on her bare hips now, and looked stood amidst this mess, out of ideas and nervous. <e>

19:52:54 Mila 's body temperature was rising, and she began to ache with longing and the need for release. Her cheeks were coloured, her eyes glazed with want and casted predominantly on Erim, but not hesitating to drift between the others. There was so many of them. So many boys. The candy-cane pulled from the decadence of her sweetened mouth, her teeth sunk on the lower of her lips again. “Oh.” Jake was regarded with a lusty stare, and undisguised sweep of her gaze from head to toe and back again, lingering somewhere around his abdomen and crotch. Hmm. The room was near to spinning and the heat. Of course the minx agreed with his comment, exhaling with a whimper, “It's so hot. I need..” Her gaze flickered to Emri, and then suddenly she knew what she wanted. “Outside. We just – I don't think they plann fuck.” Mila cursed, pacing back a step or two. “It's just so hot.” The minuscule, velvet outfit was constricting and she wanted nothing but to lie down in the snow or have a guy ben- She just needed outside. Foolish to brave the English Winter dressed only for play but her mind wasn't in the best of states. Plagued with rampant need and ache's in places the whimsical girl never indulged, with hormonal moods and a hot flush like no other – Mila was nothing of herself. Reaching out, her fingertips grazed over Jake's right bicep. He looks so strong. Coveting him – any of them, she popped the candy back in her mouth and gave it a suggestive suck.

19:55:40 Jacinth Once more, Jace would knock, rocking on two inch heals, giving her a bit of height, as she leaned inwards, leaning her natural born, gorgeous body against the door. "Don't make me open the door myself," The nurse purred, as she rapted with the back of her knuckles against the door. Should Mae fret her clothes? No, not really. Jace surely had a wardrobe packed that she could find something in. The nurses were identical in height. The only difference being perhaps measurements. Jace was quite busty, with nicely flaired hips and an ass to look at, but it wasn't her most prominant feature. Those might be the only places that garments really differienciated in was the bust measurement, and hip. That could be remedied with an innocent, yet sexy empire waist, though. Bouncing a little, the Christmas Miss stepped back, and placed her hand on the curve of her hip. She knew she was in there! She could hear noise. There was no avoiding being found by the sexy little nurse. Hey, no one complained with this one looking after them, no one. After all, she typically wore dresses beneath her heavy pocketed jacket. It was kind of...well, she was more comfortable in skirts and dresses.

20:01:20 Lara smirked playfully, only to disagree with Chase's quip. “No.. its fine. Perfect really, don't you love how Hex makes the temperature perfect?” Licking gleefully at her candy, she observed Emri, Mila and Chase with confusion. They were all acting rather strange. “You're welcome.” The words were gushed, all enchanted style with imagined stars in her eyes and etched musical notes drifting about her head. When the discussion drifted to planning – with everyone acting so peculiar, she could only come to one conclusion. The answer derived by the femme? Lara gasped, leaning into Chase's slung arm, fingertips pressing to his abdomen. It was natural for a Siren to move toward senses in instinct. Touch, Taste, Scent, Sound, Sight. Lara was beautiful to look at, she smelled so sweet, her voice was a song in itself, her touch felt like perfection and her taste? Well, if only Chase were tempted to try.

20:12:04 Maebh jumped at the second set of knocking. ”OH, GOD, Jace!” She hurried over to the door and opened it swiftly. There she stood, almost identical to her coworker, as a matter of fact. She didn’t have back-breaking breasts, but they most definitely contributed to the hourglass look. There might have been a slight difference in the width of her hips, but luckily it shouldn’t make a difference if she needed to borrow something. ”The holidays would be over before I showed up if I had to put an outfit together…how’s my hair?” How amusing – the nurse, six years older than Jace, looking up to her for the confidence boosting look she needed. Maebh was so sweet, innocent, naïve. Sometimes she thought that it wasn’t working for her. Also, it was time for her to break out of her shell. If she hadn’t before she was 30, it would never happen. As Jacinth would come further into her room, Mae motioned to her bed, where a short, tight white skirt (looking more like a ring of white spandex, really)lay flat along with a pair of red white and green striped tights. She also had a pair of heeled Mary Jane styled shoes that she thought could be put to good use. And of course there was a satin, emerald green halter mini-dress. ”Maybe the dress and my hair would work together?” She held her hands against her legs, fingers laced. Deciding she should just shut up and let the woman help her, Mae pushed her lips together firmly. <e>

20:18:52 Chase` grinned at Lara as she responded to him and, his chestnut eyes a little hazy from the mixture that coated his candy cane, his eyes were drawn to the obvious place a tall guy with raging hormones looks when looking down at a shorter female. The cleavage. His tongue slid out to wet his lower lip before his top teeth scraped over the suddenly moist flesh of his lip. He looked up when he heard Jake speaking to Emri and he laughed a little, shaking his head rapidly. The white hair and beard swayed and suddenly the color returned to his curly hair and the beard sharnk back into his chin so that when the motion stopped he appeared as he always did. Clean shaven with black curls. He grinned at the playboy Were, "Come on, bro. You just had to do it, didn't you?" And then, responding to something deep inside he released Lara nd shrugged out of the red Santa coat to show off the fact that the Were wasn't the only one with muscles. And the fact that Mila had said something about it being hot and wanting to go outside. Not doubt, even with the Ardor Essence in her, that she would need something to cover up with eventually, and so he offered it to her, just in case. Then he rewrapped his arm around Lara and hooked his thumb around one of his red suspenders and pulled it away from his chest so that it could slap back against it and he returned to looking back at Lara. Mostly her cleavage, though, "Sooo, about this sitting on Santa's lap thing. How do we make that happen?" He grinned, offering her a slow, deliberate wink.

20:23:23 [Sydney] No one else truly noticed she’d entered save the kid who‘d offered her the candy. She motioned toward the tree, sucking upon the candy can in a candidly reverent manner, letting it’s taste slowly seep into her mouth. Tongue lapping at the near mint flavor, she relished the small treat while sending her gaze around the room. Others were still coming in at a time. Even the Nurse Jacinth had dolled up for such a situation. Sydney looked down over her sweater and leggings, feeling a little out of place suddenly. Perhaps she should go change into something more fitting in order to fit in with the rest of the crowd. Feeling slightly uneasy and getting rather warm, the woman debated for a moment what to do. A few friends popped over to say hi, but they too were all dressed up in some Christmas outfit. Sydney was really starting to feel hot, and buzzed in a way. It was as strange feeling that onset itself suddenly within her. Like an ache deep inside that needed to be filled, but not the likes of what she’d felt before. Her breathing had quickened and her heart pounded against the ribcage of her chest, while cheeks flushed with a heated blush that soon met her eyes that were half lidded. She turned to leave, but then spotted Jake as he entered the room. His appearance made her inwardly groan, though in a way she couldn’t explain it. As if her willpower alone had stopped completely, she felt herself pulled toward the direction of others, soon coming up beside Jake as her hand motioned toward his chest, her other on his arm as she peered toward the male. “Hello there.. Jake..” She commented, eyes dusted with arousal, lips parted and full as she inhaled slowly.. “I’m so hot…” She noticed the others around, offering them all a small wave in greeting. She knew most of them, if not by name but by at least reputation.

20:25:45 Jacinth Oh, oh god, let her step away from the door entirely! She fell in with the door, just ever so slightly, then righted herself, a flush of apple red running across her cheeks, then gone as quick as it had hit the surface. "Busy, were you?" She'd give her a glance. Don't take it sexual, Jace was just looking to see what the woman had been up to that had kept her from the door. "No problem, sweetheart. I've only got a wardrobe to dress a small family of nicely dressed women." She'd give a look over the womans hair, circling around her to get the full effect. "You wanna know the honest truth? I'm jealous. The curls, and the red?" Red curls were always drop dead. Especially on someone who wore them well. Motioned to the bed, she'd move herself over, and popped her ass on the bed, dainty little fingers picking up skirt, then looked back towards Maebh, then laid that down. Nahh. She didn't want to make the nurse look like she was a sausage stuffed in it's packaging. Jace was a fan of professional sexy, or casual. Picking up the dress, she'd hold it out at arms length. "There's only one way to find out, right? You're welcome to browse my wardrobe, as well. Trust me, I don't mind. I don't have much to hide." With a wink, she'd carry on. "See...the trick is, you have to see yourself, and feel good in what you're wearing. Feeling good in the clothes on your body makes all the difference. Put the dress on, pretty lady, and tell me how you feel."

20:54:58 [Jake] The candy cane which hung loosely from his lips was of the regular, untouched variety. The batch cunningly crafted was meant for the students, not the pranksters, wanting to keep a sober mind to appreciate the ordeal. Jake was tempted to try one himself but if the hormone augmenting candy passed his mouth, it would be trouble for everyone around him. An already naturally enflamed sexual thirst troubled the females of Hex, the last thing they needed was the playboy to release the suppressors on his flirtatious intents. Whilst meeting his group of friends, admiring their handiwork as each suffered from the different types of candy, he noticed Braxton in the background, an equally mischievous smile upon his lips watching events unfold. The day soon began to live up to the rumoured potential. Approached by the usually hands off Crux student, the lust filled searching gaze and slightest touch merely broadened the boy’s grin. The reactions of each were all the signs he needed, knowing right away just which candy canes had been eaten. Struck by amusement upon the sight of rushing emotions, his attentions captured by the similar get up Jake and Chase shared, much like many of the other guys walking the halls. “What can I say, couldn’t resist and I left my reindeer antlers at home.“ His replied jokingly. The affections performed by the resident French lass had not gone amiss, Jake noticing the flusters of his fellow senior. “Is that a candy cane in your pocket Chase? Or are you just happy to see me.“ Corners of his mouth curling into a wicked grin, turning to meet the new arrival. “Hot, I’d say.“ The wolf flirted, the provocative touch of his chest and grasp of his arm surprising from the usually well kept athlete. “How is the candy?“ Jake questioned, his faking innocence quickly becoming apparent.<e>

20:55:34 Maebh nods and grins sheepishly. “Yea…I guess you could say that.” As she looked at it longer, Maebh decided that the halter dress was a bad idea. So, the next direction she went was for Jace’s belongings. It was if it had been gift wrapped for her. There was a forest green colored minidress that was made of a soft, flowy silk. It sat halfway between the shoulder and elbow. It had been plain enough, but Maebh had an incredible neckline. Quickly, she removed the straps from her bra by undoing a few clasps and pulled the dress over her head. Her wrists and hands were exposed, and the hem of the dress sat about 6 inches below her rounded bottom. ”Hmm?” She’d ask. Her eyes were bright and alive, and haven given themselves the responsibility to be the only jewels she wore on her head. A bracelet that mimicked a belt, made of tiny diamonds was clasped onto her wrist. ”I’m in love, Jace. Hows the back look?” She had tried to turn enough to look at her behind, but a twisted version of it just wouldn’t do. Another nod. ”This is it…” Quickly spotting a pair of flesh toned patent leather pumps with an ankle strap, Maebh strapped them on and stood a bit taller. A sigh as she awaited approval. A part of her felt fantastic, the other just a bit uneasy at any reactions she might get. <e>

21:07:29 Jacinth "Take your time." She had offered, legs crossing as she waited. She'd give her privacy to get herself changed, once she'd picked something out, her back turned to the other female, allowing her the time it took to change after sweeping through and picking something that had tickled her fance. It was when she spoke up, that Jace turned around, and marched herself over. She'd smooth the fabric that kept it up, and gave the other females hair a little fluff, to settle it from having just undergone having changed. "Hmm." She grinned, her lips curving upwards, "You look absolutely stunning. From both in front, and behind. If I happened to have had my bits and pieces on the outside, and flat tits, I'd be all over you." She'd step out of the way, allowing her to pick out and strap on heels. Assuming they had gone to Jace's room in Tritus in order to pick these things out, she'd offer up, "How about you look for yourself? There's a reason why I have this." She'd tug open a compartment in her wardrobe, revealing a mirror that gave easy view to any side of the body, with just a twist. If not, and the assumption was that Jace had brought some things over earlier, she was peeking around, on the hunt for a mirror. All the while, asking, "How do you feel?" If she didn't feel it, then, the search would continue!

21:14:34 Emri just wanted to relax. But life dictated such would be impossible. Instead, what seemed to be a strange dream was occurring before his eyes; Jake was even making penis-comments! But, a second, rivaling part of him didn't seem to particularly care for the ongoings. " Good! " he chimed in to Jake's question, appropriately popping the candy cane from his mouth and chewing through a piece that had broken off. " Remind me the next time we're dressin' up as Santa. I feel so... left out, " despite Chase suddenly, and unexpectedly, returning to his regular look. That probably wouldn't have been so weird if he wasn't drugged to hell and back. His eyes fall back to the tangled mess of lights and with an unfamiliar hesitation, walks back over to them and hoists them back over the shoulder they had once been laying over. Addressing the entirety of them, then, " I'll be outside, attending to my matters. " Which, despite their inherent unimportance, suddenly seem to draw him in as though their fate was his very own. Mila's presence, though always sought after, is left to the group, less her desire to go outside was true and through. Weed, especially when as concentrated as it had been in his particular candy cane, was a hell of a drug - perhaps if he simply refused to acknowledge the existence of their peculiar behaviors, they'd stop being so fucking weird. And hot.

21:39:02 Mila 's hand had been placed on Jake's arm, her touch scorching against his flesh until Sydney approached and skimmed her hold right off the latest recipient of her ardent attention. The hormonal pandemonium inside her didn't just toy with arousal and sexual need, their was a distinct, burning ache within but there was more. Ardor Essence inspired all the symptoms and effects a female Were was prone to during season – rivalry that resulted in violence was among these fine traits. Mila growled a low moan in the back of her throat, dusky eyes narrowing with intense wrath as Sydney closed in on Jake. The bestial instinct to challenge the other girl had dainty hands drawing into fists. Had she been in a right-minded state, Mila would never dare to act so jealously and selfishly, especially not over a boy who was not hers. Never would she fight over the attentions of Connelly. But the sable-headed beauty was not herself. Those exotic features portrayed an expression a mix between rage and lust, and though an enraged, rough and tumble romp would have suited her fine, the candy-cane was not strong enough to induce behaviour any more sultry and public than what was already afflicting her. Replacing her hand on Jake's bare bicep, her scarlet painted nails pressed into his flesh in a feline's scratch As for Sydney, the slim brunette moved forward with a sway of her hips. Limber movement had the hem of her all too short, scarlet dress flirting with the tops of her thighs, hinting at what lay beneath. Her body intercepted the contact between Jake and Sydney, and the flat of her hand jutted out to press and push at the other girl's chest. No words were offered, the act was purely physical and her intent easy to read with her body-language, particularly the pressing of her back to the broad torso behind her. All the jesting between Chase and Jake was lost on her distracted mind, and though Emri departed and she meant to pursue him – the aroused little minx wanted to have her cake and eat it too. With all the dramatics and adrenalines her breathing had grown laboured, audible panting that had the full swells of her breasts rising and falling, straining against the tight constraint of the flattering dress.

21:47:36 Lara was all too affected by the candy to follow any of the underlying arguments that went on around her oblivious, brunette head. Paranoia went as undetected as the altercation between the other girls, and the French girl was left to suckle on her treat with the occasional glance between them all, absolutely certain that the peculiar behaviour could only spell one thing – a surprise, especially for her. “Alright!” she piped up, “What is it?!” It wasn't her birthday, and it wasn't Christmas yet but they were certainly up to something! An enchanting smile was gifted lavishly, eyes of jade drifting between them all – even Emri as he began to depart. Jake's comments drew her attention to more pressing matters and the girl, who had not been unaware of Chase's inspection of her goodies, turned her gaze to his crotch. Her head canted to the side, and she again leant at an angle that afforded him an unobstructed view of her accentuated cleavage. “Oh?” Her lashes fluttered a moment, and she was all but grinning. Lara was naturally a provocative girl, and her pleased mood only heightened her playfulness.

22:05:46 Chase` looked up as Jake spoke to him and he rolled his eyes a little bit, "Candy cane bro? Come on. I'm packing at least a baby arm." Then he grinned widely, "But I am pretty glad to see you." Then he winked and looked down at Lara again to see that she had taken notice of the major side effect of the Ardor Essence his candy cane had provided. Which reminded him to removed the diminished cane from between his teeth and he spoke to Lara again, "But mostly you, dollface. I'm ready to have my lap sat on, as you can see. Ready to have yourself a bump ride?" His grin only widened as he put the candy cane back between his teeth but this time he bit off the part that had been worn down toward the pearly white core with an audible snap. He crunched for a few seconds as he leaned toward her more, his warm hand sliding down her back, his fingertips brushing over the cruve of her rear as his hand slid around to rest upon her hip. His fingers dug into the dress she was wearing and the soft flesh beneath just slightly, giving away his eagerness a slight little bit. He was distracted by the sound of of Mila's low moan and watched through the haze of arousal that Lara was only helping to further with her playfulness. He understood that there was something brewing, but what it was was beyond him. No doubt he'd be extremely surprised when the inevitable girl fight broke out. But the lure of Lara's bust was too strong for him to look away for long. He had such a great angle for it, too.

22:06:54 [Sydney] What was it about him that made her want to ravage him right there? She was usually more reserved than this and although they flirted, she was never this forward. It was as if her mind couldn’t control her body anymore and she longed to feel something. To touch something. Infernal tremors were spreading through her body like a hot iron that seared her very core..”Oh, it’s delish..” she commented as she allowed the cane to enter her mouth, her tongue slowly lapping it as sea-green hues peered upward toward the Wolf. Watching him as she methodically took the cane into her mouth, then pulled it back playfully before traipsing her tongue once more over it’s tip until it was fully removed. “Want to try some?” She asked playfully, bringing it up to his lips with some surprising strength in her. She was a shifter after all and had some presence to her power. “It is just so hot in here. Don’t you think?” Revoking the candy cane (whether he had a lick or not), she placed it into her mouth once more before her hands reached toward the sweater. Soon enough it was pulled up overhead, leaving her in her tank-top and leggings, with boots to her knees. Underneath the tank top it was very evident she wasn’t wearing a bra for nipples stood at high attention pushed against the cotton of her shirt. The sweater was aptly dropped to the ground before she turned her alluring self to face the rest of the group, though still leaning against Jake as she rubbed catlike against the male. Eyes landing first on Chase as her eyes lowered south and she gasped provocatively. “Oooh.. I Say big boy …” She stopped offering a small laugh with a wink that held every sexual connotation. Yes, the girl had had the wrong candy cane and couldn’t control what was happening to her, as much as she tried to make sense of it, she was acting the floozy which she never ordinarily did. Having a natural charm and appeal, she was like Jake in some ways, knowing she had it and had it and used it with males to get her own way. But never had she provoked such sexual tendencies before least of all with her team mate, Jake. They may have flirted, even.. kissed that one time, (which was now fresh in her mind as his tongue had lapped her neck..) Angling her head toward him, her buttocks pushed against his crotch while her arm reached upward and around his neck while she motioned her body in a dance, swaying side to side as if feeling a rhythmic dance. “Do you feel that Jake? Do you? Dance with me..baby..” Her tone was sensually husky, the moment built up though it wasn’t long before Mila, a girl Sydney was familiar with and knew in passing suddenly butted in. Pushing the wanton female off to the side as she was reduced to no one in her arms (or to hold her heated body against). Eyes lit, the green hues flecking hazel and red as the animalistic instinct in her grew appropriately and nails elongated into sharp claws, flicking as she revealed them the woman‘s way. A hiss was given in return, eyes narrowing upon what could potentially be prey as the pure beast inside her began to pull at her sway. It was territorial and personal. Unwittingly Jake had been brought into the middle of it. That was unless Sydney found someone else for her affection or Jake actually turned to her rather than Mila, knowing the animal that lay deep within the shifter. Just what she could do? Jake being the one the male she knew the most, being the most comfortable and most possessive about. She’d allow the moment to glaze over her, her own chest rising and falling, blood rushing through her veins as she inwardly ached to be filled with something -- a lust that near hurt, and one that could easily cause her to hurt or maim someone else.

22:43:28 [Jake] “I think we might have a Mrs Claus outfit around here somewhere, if you’re up for it.” He’d tease, knowing full well that the prospect of dressing up as a woman would not appeal to the elemental. Jake deduced that Emri must have ate from a different batch, the wolf’s specialty being that of the hormone enraging kind. The mellow and somewhat bemused expression had not gone amiss, already possessing a stoic personality, his withdrawal from the large gathering was expected. A hearty laugh escaped his lips upon Chase’s response. “<I>Hopefully not too glad.</I.” He was unaware of just how far these afflicted students were willing to go, and just how badly the prank candy would affect them. The candy had his own personal touch, being a Were himself he knew some of the intricacies behind the seasonal shift of female wolves. Metamorphic studies being some of the few he held actual general interest for. The soft warm touch of Mila against his arm had not gone unnoticed, turning his attention down to the caress before meeting her gaze. The distraction of Sydney and her arrival had played with his curiosity, it did not take long before he realised just what she had eaten. When her hand raised, so did his. Jake grabbed her wrist firmly, catching her arm with the candy just short of his lips. A sense of urgency in his movement, trying to avoid the prank candy. The girl seemed content with just eating it herself and for the briefest of moments that she held his attentions, it was once more torn by the tickling scratch against his bare arm, a flash of past bedroom games occupied his thoughts. Was Jake, the resident playboy really torn between two girls? He knew it was the effects of the candy but it was a struggle for even male Were’s to hold off the advances of a persistent heated female. “Maybe you should cool off?“ The wolf uttered, his tone not unkind. Sydney’s attempt at draping herself over him were stopped in their tracks. Jake was just as up for public affection as the next guy but his own whims were best in privacy. Things were escalating quickly and Brax was nowhere to be seen. The push was the start of something that could very well get out of hand. A lover not a fighter, Jake stepped between them. With the clicking of his fingers at the bridge of Chase’s nose, an attempt to snap him out of the trance, albeit futile. “Ladies no need to fight, there is enough of me to go around.“ Knowing he had to separate them, he would stand in front of Sydney, shielding her from Mila’s advances and then with a single arm around the girl, tried to move her away from his fellow Tritus student. “The hall is getting a little hot and heavy, how about some air?“ Neither were dressed for it but it was an excuse to prevent them from fighting, that was if his attempts were successful.<e>

23:11:32 Mila 's sensual gaze grew darker, territorial instinct bidding she protect her mate. It was not that she had any right, nor preference over the boy in fact, had Sydney not placed her claim as the sable-headed lass was touching him, her flouncing step would have carried her right after Emri. It was the challenge, and disrespect of thieving Jake out from under her that incited the Were, she-wolf reaction. Being one of their own Jake would notice the arousal in her ever sweet scent, the season of her body lulling him into reciprocation. Unaffected by tampered candies he may be, but the boy was a Werewolf. When those of his kind were in season it was hard for a man to ignore, whether or not his current form was the original mask of human weakness. When he stepped between them her nails bit into the flesh of his back, forceful enough to tear his clothing and graze the skin without drawing blood – a simple brand of ownership and right. The word even dared to whisper from between her comely lips, a soft, sensual moan “Mine.” One of the hands that had grazed the flat of his back was skimming along one side, slender fingers spread to better press against the hard cut of his abdominal muscles. Lower they skimmed until just above his belt her motions altered into a walk of finger and index finger, taunting just at his belt and fastenings. All the while she had stepped to the side, so that by the time her hold grew close, she was at his side and breaking through her deep lust to regard Sydney. The expression on the exotic beauty's countenance was nothing short of smug. Victory found home when Jake invited her into the snow, his arm guiding her and searing her skin. She wanted to be his. Everything inside her cried to be taken, and the ache was low and incessant, driving her to feverish, wanton desire. “Yes,” she whispered, no, moaned. Whether he continued to move or not the rampant girl was practically pulling him, her scent and manner likely taunting at his inner Ether to fuck her as a wolf. Chase's attentions of Lara were not met with any opposition but then, had the French girl dared to touch him whilst Mila was advertising her claim, she would have met with the same challenge given Sydney. In no state for social niceties, there was no farewell nor glance in that duo's direction. Mila had eyes only for Jake, and her crystalline orbs of smoke were darkened with lust and the need to be taken. The boy had best keep his mind – for her sensible resolve was dimming as the effects took further hold. The Seer would not be above publicly offering herself soon enough, if Jake dared to meet her scratch for scratch.

23:28:07 Lara stopped, mid-suck of her candy cane. Natural, unforced lust was arousing an ache for a certain someone. Chase was attractive, and his offer tempting, but she had herself a bumpy rid elsewhere – one that would likely tear that dirty, hormonal gleam from the senior's face, did he ever find out where this boys hands had been. She whimpered a soft moan as he toyed with her, her eyes equally as distracted as Sydney's by the sight of his excitement. Her poisoned smile faltered a little, and then she was pressing hands to his chest and pushing him from her, “I... I have to... go pl- do, something?” Then her brunette was nodding vigorously, that sweet mood only further encouraged by thoughts of what was to come. “I'll be back soon... later- tonight, maybe!” Oui, the French student had other things to play with, and she wasn't about to risk an altercation between Chase a man that would likely rip him in two. Practically running, she left in a rush and stole the fine scenery from right beneath his eyes.

23:40:30 Chase` looked up at Jake's intrusion, fingers snapping in front of his face. His gaze was hazy with the lust that was building into a true need. He was so lost to it at this point that the fact that Lara was suddenly pushing him away garnered more attention that the brewing girl fight. He looked down to see Lara put him at her arms' length before sprinting off. It left him staring with those needy eyes after her, his thoughts all about the french girl's pert rear end before he realized that his candy had been taken. Not the cane, though. He turned to watch as Sydney back off, which left him with Mila as his only target. But, of course, his eyes dropped to the werewolf's arm around her waist and his lips, that had been quirked in that flirty smirk of his, curled into a frown. That was when he got territorial. If this stuff affected them all in the same way, this was bound to happen now that Mila was the only one he could focus his need on. He stepped forward, fists suddenly clenched. His right unclenched itself and he reached out to stop Jake's turn away from the vanished Sydney. His hazy chestnut eyes narrowed dangerously as he looked at the guy he had always gotten along with tolerably, "Now now. Where you two headed off to?" He grinned a sort of vicious smile, offering the challenge, "You've got eye candy Jake. And I think I want it just a little more than you do. What do you think we ought to do about that?"

23:59:07 [Jake] It was a struggle for the playboy to resist both the beauties, fighting not to lose himself in the pheromones unwillingly released from their seasonal change. A warned danger, a Were succumbing to his baser instincts in face of the prank. Jake was teetering upon the threshold and his friends were most likely in hysterics at the sight. A failed attempt at taking charge, putting himself between the two seemed valiant but had the opposite effect. The shredding of his plain white tank top, the cat like claws grazing his skin sent aroused shivers along his spine, back still sensitive from the earlier night’s lashings merely enhanced the effect. The next moaned word had brought a smile upon his lips, for the briefest moments forgetting himself. How he longed for that to be truth. It wasn’t romance he wanted from the Seer, their playful flirtations being just that, but the prospect of something beyond was all too tempting. An emotional arrangement was far beyond what most thought the wolf sought after, the physicality of a relationship believed to hold his attentions. How will I know if she is the right girl, if I don’t try them all? Dainty fingers slid down his abdominal prominent stomach, lulling his attention towards her, stealing any stray glances which may wander to the other female. Mila was content with being led away, seemingly satisfied as if she had won the small bout, rather than Jake’s attempts at trying to split the pair. An erupting fight followed by further lashings for the girl would have been brutal, this time it would certainly have been his fault. The sweet scent, sex and femininity combined, tickling his senses, drawing him in, the brief walk outside the hall a struggle. The animal inside roared, a vicious cycle of barks wanting to make a reply to the female’s seductive taunts. Linking her, arm in arm, he hoped to lead her away from any possible further conflict. If only it had been that easy. Chase had caught up to the pair and he didn’t seem happy. “This isn’t a fight you want to pick Chase.“ He warned. Flashes of the truth or dare game reminded him of Chase’s feelings for the girl he had in his grasp. “Back down.“ His words were similar to that he spoke to his own kind. If they were going to act like Weres they would damn right be treated like Weres.<e>

00:14:03 [Emri] Having fully devoured the laced candycane during his brief engage with the newly hormone-driven peers, the effects had begun to wear off just as Emri had finished succesfully untangling the cluster of christmas lights. They were now spread out in various lengths at his front, along a small patch of snow-covered grass he had deemed his own upon stopping there. He began to layer the strips of lights atop one another before grabbing the collective bunches and laying them across his left shoulder. It was clear by the determinist look across his face, and the strut that seemed impervious to any passersby, innapropriately clothed females, and familiar faces, that he was headed for the forest. Haphazardly, and seemingly with no legitimate fairness in mind, Emri started hanging the strands across tree trunks, both wide and skinny alike. Similarly, the array in which they were poised seemed too random to make sense of, but the fifth-year has a plan, and in his madness there is order. There always was. He continued this process for what seems like forever, minutes starting to drag on as his pile of lights start to noticeably dwindle and lessen.

00:17:24 Mila played the victor, the champion of her conquest and a winner when Sydney had secured her defeat – the girl had not expected her opponent to back down in the face of an altercation. The hormones, if anything, could only have made them all the more possessive and violent and the friendly, whimsical Seer was so altered by the prank that she would not have walked in the face of a fight – physical nor verbal. Not only had the rival allowed the claim, but the woman had all but departed with no man in tow. Mila's head was raised with pride, but she was all too distracted by the masculine form beside her, and her desire to be claimed in return, to fully taste the sweetness of winning.A half suckled candy cane was a blur of pink rather than scarlet and white stripe, the effects rampaging through her unprotected, unsuspected body and making her quite unlike herself. Yes, for when two of her dearest friends seemed close to a brawl over the right to her, Mila did not intervene. There was no cry of confusion nor an upset to her aroused mood. In fact, the hormones dominating her body bid those luscious lips form a decadent smirk, fingertips skimming along Jake's hand only to leave as she stepped away. The Were in her wanted them to fight. What better way to ascertain that they had picked the strongest of mates, than to allow them to fight and reveal the alpha in the most barbaric of ways. Still, Mila was in no mood to be patient. Backed up against the wall of the hallway – for they hadn't quite made it outdoors – those tireless nails were scraping the stone, teeth gnawing into the lower of her lips and dusky eyes ardent as she watched.

03:59:29 Jer is stolen - from the insanity of the fight, from his roommate's familiar sass - when Emri decants him a personal farewell. The seer, indeed burdened by too much (and, concurrently, too little) information, ends up being affected by the short phrasing. He hadn't been expecting it. But before that contemplative consideration can truly sink in, he cleaves from his dulling focus and mindfully upnods the pyro's departure. Then able to relay again his cloudy-sky sights over the miniature battlefield, he spots the herbology professor bursting through and onto the scene. "Teach," he promptly points out in whisper to his colleague. A light nudge of his elbow is made against the shorter male as he turns, subtly facing his back to the scene and finding a convenient tree to blend into. Ignore them. They aren't even here. In fact, they were just leaving. "'Ide it," he says, meaning the cigarette. "Bloody Manx." He casts a wary glance over his shoulder as the fight is broken up and individuals are ordered in different directions. "Tell ya la'er bout the broody feller." There's only so much about Emri he's going to divulge; but as far as this not-so-chance meeting and their future altercation are concerned, those he can tell his healer friend. For now they're going to be slinking into the woods, scot-free of any involvement and able to split a smoke between them.

04:13:46 Mila didn't simply watch the war over her, she felt it, so riveted was she by the display of power, brutality and rage – all of it, for her. The brawl appealed to the tampered essence which influenced her usually humane mannerisms and morphed her instead, to a base beast within. There were no words needed, no profession's of love requested. When Sage dared to intervene and spoil the challenge, it was all the sable-haired lass could do to contain the spark of rage ignited, but her distraction and removal of the wounded left her with Jake, ultimately branding him her champion. By now she was all but feverish with her want for him, for her need to have the aching longing fulfilled. The wait, though intense and enjoyable had only whittled at her patience – a virtue the whimsical Seer had never possessed, even without the influence of the devil's cane. No moment was spared. As soon as Jake was on his feet and the Professor and the disqualified contestant disappearing into the mouth of Hex, Mila was proceeding swiftly with a sway of her hips. After closing the distance between them the girl leapt slightly, arms hooking loosely about his neck, nails digging into the flesh of his upper back and her sweet, tempting mouth capturing his. Her body was pressed flush against him – every curve of her hourglass figure easily felt between their clothing, fitting to his larger form as though she had been made for him. There was nothing innocent about her kiss, no unknowing and drunken endearing charm. Her lips were hot, tasting of candy desire and something notably Mila. They pressed to him roughly, an ungentle nip of her teeth finding the lower crescent of her mouth. Moans were muffled against him, and her hips dared to shift slightly in their hold.

04:20:55 [Lachlan] Not much concern was had with the commotion and it being broken (aside from the appearance of a teacher), the Manx flipped the cigarette into the palm of his hand turned his back to the fight. He pressed off to head deeper into the woods with Jeremy. Once they were just out of eyeshot, Lachlan lit the cigarette. Instead of taking a true hit, he released the initial smoke from his mouth and passed the cigarette to Jeremy. “ ‘ere ya go, fella…”he said. Lachlan then shoved his hands into his pocket, falling silent for the moment. He looked around the landscape with an almost dispassionate expression, “God, I fuckin’ cahn’t stand the snow! Why cahn’t it jus’ be spring all yee-ah. It’d be so much bet-tah” With his moment of bitching out the way, he could once again return to the topic of Emri. Being the impatient sort, Lachlan could not give up the chance to ask “So, what de fuck was that all about, anyway? Since when did ya start hangin’ with dah likes of him? ”</I> he paused for a moment, “Not sayin’ dat you cahn’t hang out with him…just ya know…” he stammered. As anyone could tell, the Manxman did not have too many points in speechcraft.

04:31:31 [Jake] The exchange had ended in his favour although at the cost of getting himself into further trouble. Nothing new for the resident playboy. With one candy cane troubled teen dealt with, it left Jake with her. Watching as the Herbology teacher helped the reluctant Chase back to the institute, brown eyes stared after them, a slight pang of guilt for hurting the boy but he knew what had happened needed to. Chase was prepared to kill him if it meant winning Mila. His heart was still beating quickly in his chest, the carnal desires still flooding through his body, the wolf within cared little for idle dalliances, he needed to dominate and possess. Typical of his kind, if it were not tearing each other apart, it was fucking like wolves. And with the former having come to pass, it left the boy with just the latter. Right on queue the beauty he had been apparently fighting for had begun to saunter his way, chilling breeze whisking her very flattering Christmas costume as she strode. “One down, one to go.“ He uttered upon her approach but it seemed Mila had other ideas, talking certainly wasn’t one of them. In one natural movement, her arms affectionately wrapped around his neck, the sweet scratching he loved so much drawing him in. Lost in the primal lust, his own lips met hers. The sweet taste of her wet lips against his and the slightest twinge of peppermint, remnants of the enchanted candy further encouraging his kiss. Arms wrapped about her, one tracing the line of her spine through the thin material of her top, he other resting upon her lower back, pressing her close to him. Upon parting, his expression lit up with satisfaction and desire. The candy, the effects still partially present had transferred to the wolf in their kiss. Not as strong as the initial afflicted but it did little to calm the boy’s growing hunger.<e>

04:38:18 Jer , if he'd been born any deeper into the Somerset countryside and hadn't been sent to Hex (which had the strange effect of broadening his horizons and experiences), would have grown up to wield an accent even thicker and slurrier than the Celt descendant beside him. "There's a good'un, then," he practically coos as he stripes the glove from his right hand and accepts the offered cigarette. Sweet touch of a papered roll in his fingers once more, he delivers the stick to his lips and indulges a draw. After a visit to his lungs, the ashy inhale is gently slipped from his lips, the likes of which are actually hooded by the same hand holding the cig. With all the smoke captured beneath it, he idly observes as the grey tendrils eventually snake and slither from betwixt his digits. He's reading them. "Jealous, man?" he then quips, proving he'd been paying attention after all. A quick glance is shot askance at Lachlan before he hurries the cigarette to his lips another time and then proffers it back. "Naw, nothin of a sort," comes the offhanded refute. "First time we spoke, that was. But..." He wavers. "I saw 'im." The Manx knows well enough by the intonation that this is a vision being described. "Odd thing: I'm s'posed'a clock 'im one, right out a the blue. Dunno why. In any case, I told 'im jus now. Figured if I can't see why, then maybe tellin 'im will influence a bit, clean up the future some so's I can read it bet'er."

04:48:49 Mila tore her mouth from their ardent kiss all too suddenly, dainty hands pressing roughly to his chest and pushing herself forcefully from his grip. Surprised enough, she may just be easily able to ward off the male. Once on her feet, one hand formed a fist around his already ruined tank shirt, tugging him after her as her stomps headed for the woods. Her grip released as she rushed through the trees, wearing next to nothing in but a Santa's Little Helper scarlet dress with flouncing skirt, boots and not a hint of further coverage, save from the adorable hat that sat at a tilt on her sleek locks. She did not feel it. The burn of desire kept her warm enough – too warm, that she found herself enjoying the chill of Winter. This was far enough. As abrupt as her dart into the thicket of the woods, she stopped in her tracks. Knowing precisely what she wanted and exactly how to get it, however inexperienced she may be, the wily lass gripped him by his belt and tugged as she stepped backward, limber and swift. She'd aimed for the trunk of an old elm, and when the soft flesh of her back grazed against the raw bark, she whimpered a moan. That was of no consequence. Now, she'd all but cornered herself between him and an unmovable tree, trapping and pinioning her movements. Yes. Mila's arms snaked to hook about his neck again, and then she was rising on tiptoe so that she could kiss him again, again and then some. Finally, a single word - no, a name escaped her lips, "Jake." It was raw and moaned, but it was there. A hint that the candy was beginning to lose the majority of it's claim on her.

04:57:51 [Lachlan] Jealous?! For a moment he almost entertained the idea that he could possibly be jealous of the whole thing. “Come off it, ey! Oy’m not the least bit concerned with what you do when I’m not aroun’.” in the instant that it was said, he knew it to be a lie. Over the past couple of years, the two of them had been nigh-inseparable, perhaps he was a being subconsciously possessive of his best friend and roommate. “Ah’t any rate, pass bah’k that cig won’ ya?” he said with a bit of flustered undertone to his voice. Once the cigarette was back between his fingers, he took a nice soothing long draw to calm his nerves a bit. “I cahn see why you migh’ sock him…he seems like the tip dat migh’ need a good one.” A chuckle erupted from him. He had in that moment had mental image of Jeremy giving that Emri fellow a good deck in the face. What a shame Jeremy had to go and ruin the surprise of it all by telling him. <I> “Do ya thin’ he’s gonna belly up or what? I mean…he seems like the sort to pump guns or whatev’ah.”

05:14:30 [Jake] A reluctance fell upon him as their lips parted, he wanted more. The delicate touch of her hands against his warm chest would find that his own arms were still holding on to her, eventually releasing her lithe form so that she could lead them away, the grasping of what remained of his now shredded tank top., cloth dangling by the barest strands upon his body. Hungry eyes followed the fluttering of her dress through the trees, once more the chase between the pair had begun, much like it always does. Black boots stomped through the snow, carving a path towards his desires. Much like the past pursuits, it wouldn’t take long for Jake to reach her. The grip of his belt, pulled him by the waist, no longer any reluctance in his movement he followed eagerly. Cornering the girl beside the tree, his hands gripping the bottom of her thighs and lifting her up. he pressed her against the hard elm. Lips meeting her own once more, the long wet kiss commenced, open mouthed and tongue playfully writhing. Parting for the briefest of moments, his mouth kissed her fair jaw, moving down to the warmth of her neck, each kiss encouraging the moans they were about to receive. The passionate moans escaping her lips did little to discourage his advances, using the tree as her support, a single hand keeping her aloft with legs wrapped securely about his strong waist. Lips joining her own, muffling the recent call of his name. Jake was losing it, losing to her. Past obstacles which usually dissuaded his advances forgotten in their passion filled exchange.<e>

05:20:22 Jer can't help the chuckle instantly riled from him with his roommate's automatic defenses. These exchanges were quite typical of the Tritus room, harmless mockery tossed about just to keep them all balanced and sane. At times it could be downright ruthless, but never does it hold the type of seething malice that often flies about the halls of the reform school. Regardless, with cigarette returned to its original owner, the bare and temporarily unutilized hand keeps warm in its twin's graces; warmer, gloved fingers clasping those behind his back. "Maybe," he inflects in reply. The idea of randomly suckerpunching a person he's never met nor talked to previously has been a needling mystery. Does Emri seem like the type to deserve it? Jeremy would have said 'yes' if not for one thing: the way the fire mage stood up for everyone before the chopping block. The gesture had sounded sincere; and even though the food fight group had ended up with increased lashings, that sacrificial act had leaked a heart of gold. Punching him seems like a crime now. Surely a valid reason to do it must arise sometime between now and then. "Fuckin 'ell, 'e'll prob'ly lay me out," he hates to admit, doing so only on a wince. "Been a while since I last dusted my knuckles. I 'aven't exactly kept up with brawlin, y'know. Castin... I can slow 'im down, but..." He trails off, not necessarily forboding his fate as he appraises it. He soon gives a shake of the head - resignation to the facts.

15:16:55 [Trix] Whilst Quietus Arcanum was but a myth, Trix knew every myth out there had some kind of reality to it. The rumor may have changed over the years, and then been forgotten about in most recent times, but it was still there. Trix had stumbled across it while reading old journals of students that were found in the attic. That had been her first place to look. Next was the library with Mr. Vostok’s okay and map, and all along she’d been practising the Location spell from Huddleston’s Compendium, First (and very rare) Edition, which would help her find the Quietus. All she needed was the map. The map Dietrich currently held under his jacket. Her panic was given and proof of just how much she wanted his help. Trix had never seemed so vulnerable save when she was marched to the Dungeon room to receive lashes she didn’t deserve. She had been innocent of charges, and yet still slaughtered by Xan who’d taken out his vicious streak upon her. The thoughts that Dietrich now would turn against her was shattering, though when he begun to move, her azure hues soon did follow. He was moving and to the second floor. “Mr. Vostok?” She questioned, but then grew quiet as her small frame moved along with him, whimsical in her actions, light of step. Was he helping her after all. As they came to land upon the second floor, his intention was made clear to her and Trix in all her alluring motion gleefully clapped her hands together like a child at Christmas who really received gifts and still believed in Santa Clause. The innocence was so presented, she could help but move toward the male, rush her arms around him and give him a big squeeze (as big as she could for her petite size). “OH Thank you! Thank you so much!” She spoke whole heartedly, holding the squeeze to truly emphasis just how much she meant it before pulling back. Her eyes going toward the more ancient maps and blue prints of the school. It didn’t take her long to find what could possibly be the oldest on record that hadn’t fully faded and it dated back to the time of Eldor Crux. “I think I found it!” She spoke, whispering in awe back toward Dietrich. “This one should be around the right time. The right era of Hex.” Pulling the sacred document from it’s scroll, she slowly and very carefully opened up the map, rolling it until it was completely open. Glancing over the ink in the legend at the side, she noted the date. “Yes, this is one we can use.” She turned toward Mr. Vostock once more. “ I learned a new location spell that may help with this. It was in the first edition of Huddleston’s..” She smiled, all this time she’d been working on the same thing, revealing it had all been for one particular gift. “Do you have four blue candles, and thyme, Jasmine or Sandalwood?”

15:21:47 [Brice] As the nurse rose to retrieve the necessary items to make him feel better, she mentioned something about an evaluation that, if the pain were as intense as Brice made it out to be, would have gone without notice. It did, however, grab his attention and force a bemused expression, characterized by the lifting of a thick eyebrow. “Evaluation? I don’ need some evalu— do you think I’m crazy?” Perhaps a misinterpretation of what she meant by “evaluation”, the word, in his experience, had meant a mental mapping, and a subsequent isolation from the rest of the world. Exhibit A: the Hex Institute. But, the word could just as well mean an examination of his leg, and not result in his removal from the general populace… again. But the nurse returned with advil and some water; not quite what he’d had in mind, but at least she was listening. His green eyes descended to her hand where he gave the pills a quick once over, and then returned them squarely to her face. “…I was hopin’ fer somethin’ a wee bit stronger…” Presuming his request for something stronger and capable of giving him a pleasant high went unfilled, he took the advil, the water, gulped them both down, and then nodded to allow the nurse to fix his leg up. “I am gonna get even,” he mumbled, unintentionally letting slip his intentions.

15:29:14 Jacinth He definitely had the wrong definition of evaluation there. "No, I don't believe you're crazy, sweetheart. I just want to look at your leg, that's all." Her eyes were cast towards the reason she was there. She could just heal him, and he'd be on his way, but if it wasn't too bad, it'd heal up naturally, no? If it were just a bruise and some soreness, a few days, and it would be good as gold. "If you need something else, we'll look into that, darling. If it's just over some pain from a mule kick," not a literal one, here, "then the advil should do you just fine." It would have to do him fine, for if she didn't find anything wrong that required more, or, if it did, it'd simply be whisked away on the females training, and he'd be good as new. "Now, what is that going to get you?" She settled down, with the water, and with hands much softer than most would offer, she began to wash the dirt and whatever else off of his leg. "Revenge breeds more revenge," she mused, as she rung out the cloth, and gave him another gentle run over, before soft fingers, namely her thumbs, went to feel. "I'm sorry if this hurts, I really am. I just need to get a feel." Unlike most doctors, Jace sounded genuine. And, as if it could possibly distract him, "How's the sport going? Aside from breaking, bruising, and generally causing bodily harm to students."

15:37:47 Dietrich` was caught a bit off guard at the sudden hug, and sort of just stood around awkwardly through most of it. Dietrich wasn’t someone who was used to affection outside of…well, anyway. He gave her back a bit of a pat and sat himself down whilst she poured through the labels and dates, until she found what she was looking for. “Da. Good. Now what is your next step?” Honestly, he was probably more intrigued by how she planned on finding this impossible-to-find room than the possible existence of the room itself. Either way, he wouldn’t get to see it, right? And then she told him, and he frowned. “Locating spell without thaumaturgy?” That of course referring to the need for some part or element used within most locating spells to create a link with the larger object or person which allowed the spell to locate it. Hair, blood…that sort of thing. “Candles? Me? In the library?” He laughed and shook his head. Did he look like the sort to take long candle-lit baths? No? What a surprise. “But I should have your herbs in my private quarters.” He kept a stash you see, for his own practices. “You have what you need from here?” And provided she did, he’d start going through the process of locking up and heading out, so they could get on with the show.

15:41:53 Mila had drifted into the sweet lull of slumber, dozing off the remaining effects of the already dissipating candy-cany lure, for she had only consumed a portion of the confection before the flippant Miss became distracted with other needs. She woke with a start, even her affected, muddled mind plagued with the dreams that often came to her. This time, she saw a girl – in the blue murk of a near to frozen lake. There had been but a <glimpse</i> of a broken surface, and a student below the water. It was hard to see through the eyes of the student, even though the water was near to glass, so pure were it's depths. Still, <i>Mila peered forth. What she saw was the dark sheen of wrapped plastic, wet rope and a hint of stone and brick peeping from beneath the ropes. With a start, she sat up on the threadbare chase before the fireplace, doe-eyed and mouth agape while breath came to her in quick, frantic pants. Attaching stone in such a way could only mean one thing; the disposer wanted his secrets buried, and though naïve – she was intelligent enough to fear the worst. Who is it? Her mind wondered the hear and now in the future, never considering that the fallen soul was Cheyenne, a girl of her own age, who had disappeared the year before only to be 'found', roaming the halls as a disenchanted spirit. Still, her body was unplaced. Mila's dainty hand ran through her sleek, sable locks and she was rising to her feet. No longer dressed in the provocative, Santa's Little Helper scarlet dress, she wore but her favourite blue and white Highlanders jersey which was oversized enough to create a form fitting sweater dress that hugged to her hour-glass curve and ended mid-thigh, if barely. Opaque black stockings and snow boots with gray fur inlined, completed the ensemble. Toying with the ends of her hair she hopped up from her place, leaving Crux behind her and coming to roam through the Halls in search of a friendly face or two. The whimsical girl had more friends than she could count, an infectious little thing even if there was no smile at her cherry-stained lips. It was near to Evening and the dinner meal would be held soon, after the setting sun.

15:46:05 [Brice] Knowing that he wasn’t going to be deemed loony wasn’t necessarily reassuring, because it had been an unreasonable assumption to begin with, and once reason and logic caught up to him between fits of sucking air through his teeth, he was able to see this. Sometimes pain was just a stressor for absurd behavior. That in mind, he was both in pain and very angry. The fellow student who had dealt him the blow to his shin more than likely hadn’t done it on purpose, but his attempts to steal away the ball expertly dribbled between the Crux’ feet had been altogether reckless and lacking in skill, resulting in Brice taking the damage. Even with advil, this fact wouldn’t change, and his ego retained that wound. Her comments about the illogicalness of revenge settled in the student’s mind where it was quickly rippedapart. He huffed in disagreement, and would have likely verbalized a very biting and terse response, but was distracted by the continued exploration of his shin. “It goes jus’ fine when the daft don’ play, and if I get a chance, I’ll make sure tha’ the bloke who did this t’me won’t play again.” A sufficiently dark, albeit false smile, turned his lips upward, spelling out dark days for his assailant.

15:52:24 [Trix] So he may have the herbs, but not the candles. That was something she could get herself. Lifting the map after rolling it back up carefully, she nodded toward Dietrich. “We’ve got everything yes..” She commented with a smile plastered upon her elegant features. Leaving the room, she’d glance around at it’s occupants. The older archives. Those of many days passed that intrigued her. She was interested in the history of the school. But more so the secrets the school carries within it’s many halls. The unspoken words that most students never hear or find. The journals in the attic had been helpful in some regards, especially the older ones that dated back several centuries ago. “I learned a new location spell. One that is old and doesn’t require thaumaturgy. Its what I was looking for out of Huddleston’s Compendium. I knew there had to be one out there. “ She smiled secretly, following him back down the stairs onto the main floor. Am I able to take the map out of the library? You know I will cherish it. It is an artefact after all. I will not damage it. Of that you have my word. You can even come with me -- but when we’re done the location spell, we will need to use the map to find the Quietus. And if we find it, you too will be granted access.” she smiled in a solitary fashion, including him within the small gaze, wondering if he would stop her at any given moment. “I can go grab four candles. They must be blue though to represent water. Water is what we will use to find the path..”

15:56:34 Jacinth With nothing more than a kick, he'd probably be found sore and uncomfortable, and no doubt swollen, as there was no protection over the shin aside from a thin layer of muscle. Once deemed the damage was only superficial, should it be, Jace sat up, her hands in her lap. "Now, sweetheart..." She started, her lips thinned. "I hate to tattle on the students, I really do," and risk her job, as she'd already done, "But if you keep up talk like that, then I'm going to have to let someone know, as you're telling me you intend on injuring another to a point that he won't be playing anymore." Although, she could fix that. "So, how about we don't go getting revenge, and rather...just prove your better by winning the game?" Picking up the cold bag of wrapped ice, she'd gently lay it over his leg, letting the ice shift and naturally settle. She felt bad, admitting the idea that she may possibly have to turn word to authority. She hated seeing students punished, but, sometimes, it warranted it. Especially if physical threat was on the plate.

16:05:09 [Dietrich`] “Oh, really?” He asked as they walked, glancing back over his shoulder. “So you had ulterior motive all along. Unlike what you led me to believe.” He wasn’t entirely certain how he should feel about that. A locating spell that didn’t require a thaumaturgic link? Hell, he could’ve used a spell like that… He stopped at the bottom of the stairs and frowned at her. “Can you copy the bit of that map that you need, onto another map? It would be best for that not to leave, if it can be helped.” He bent a finger in the direction of the mapcase she held. “And certainly not walking around with it everywhere like a compass.” That map was old. Even just handling it at all ought to be a travesty in itself. Now, Dietrich didn’t think like that, but he did his job like he was expected to do. And maps like that were not expected to be toted around all willy nilly, that much was certain.

16:06:52 [Emri] Despite the cold weather, and the steam that rose from his mouth with every labored exhale, sweat had begun its buildup across his forehead. Emri, leaving behind him a trail in the snow that was very much confusing on its own, let the axe linger by his side as he dragged it along, his other hand waving by his side as he trudged through the snow with an effort that wouldn't have been needed had he not been tired. A majority of the afternoon had been spent tending to duties that had been required during free periods; rather, though, they served as an adequate outlet for the troubles that seemed to have been plaguing him as of recent. Predictions of fights to come, friends (or so he'd consider them) fighting, lashings for the innocent - there was a palpible disturbance in the air, and it tasted fouler than any previous comings of corruption in Hex. Disposing of the axe near the stairs of the Institute for a later use, it falls into and is quickly enveloped by the snow. Memory will have to guide him to the object on another date. With a need to quell the sweating, Emri begins to dispose of any layers he deemed unnecessary as he slips through the large doors of the school, peeling off of him first the jacket, then sweater that had been slipped into earlier. This leaves him in a uniquely red tanktop - whose arms had been stretched by design, revealing the sides of him lower than normal - that contrasts the black of his jeans. Lastly, as he lingers near the door for a few moments longer, he bangs the sides of his boots against one another to rid them of any lingering snow, before finally heading off and through the halls of Hex, aimed for the closest staircase.

16:14:04 Trix hadn’t mislead him. She knew the later Compendium editions didn’t have the spell. She’d checked them. She had told him so much that the older editions had spells that were no longer in the edition. It was all very true what Trix had mentioned to him about the Compendium. She had also learned most of the Hexes within the tome, along with charms and the like. It wasn’t as if she lied to him entirely. She just couldn’t tell him the whole truth as to the purpose behind what she was looking for. She had since practised the spell on other factions and it had worked (One of the many reasons she spent time out in the woods). But she needed the map, the one she held in her hands to gather the true location of the Aracanum room, The Quietus. “Well, once the spell is done I could copy the tracks given, but the spell requires the original map of that time. “ She quipped as she followed along, moving up beside him. “This is to be kept a secret though. Of course. I don’t think the Professors would even think of a student trying to find this room, especially considering it’s just a Myth. I don’t think the Professors are even sure the room existed, but in the old journals I’ve been reading there was much spoken about the Quietus Arcanum. “ Trix came to a stop and lay the map down on the counter, it’s ancient feel still remaining in her hands long after it was let go. “Can you keep the map safe? Until I can gather four more candles? I have some, but they are out in the woods. I would need to grab them and the herbs, as well as a goblet of water.” The list was checked off. She may not be able to do the spell today, but she still had a few days left before Secret Santa was being held. She truly hoped this would work. That she could give Jeremy what he so deserved and wanted. Failure wasn’t an option for her. She did have a back up plan should this one fall through, but ultimately this was the true gift she wanted to offer. “Maybe tomorrow we can work the spell? It’ll be quieter on a Sunday. What do you think?”

16:22:01 Mila 's non committal step was taking her to the lowest of the Hex's floors, easily passing the Great Hall on the second and moving toward a side staircase. At first she did not notice to boy who was conveniently ascending the stairs she descended – her attention was fickle at best, and those dusky eyes of crystal and smoke were cast to the right, watching through the windows the burnish of a beautiful, country sunset. The sky was a pallet of scarlet, orange and gold. Murmuring beneath her breath, the girl commented in but a husky whisper, “Beautiful.” When at last she was distracted by the sound of another's steps, she looked down at Emri. A first, for she was a petite thing. “Em!” Her tone was lively with endearing excitement, and staying true to her open book nature, the effervescent expression of glee dropped from her exotic countenance as realisation and recollection inspired guilt. Jake. The devil's candy had all but created a harlot of her. The details were a blurred haze, almost similar to the after-effects of intoxication she could remember only scattered moments of the early moment, and when seeing what she saw, Mila did not try to delve deep. There was a moment where there was a group of them, Sydney recalled with jealousy and challenge. Later she could swear Chase and Jake were in the snow and then, just as her mind was slowly coming into control... Mila's eyes fluttered shut, the color of shame staining her cheeks in an inappropriately becoming way. She didn't aught to look pretty when she was crushed and taunted by guilt. But it was Jake. Though a 'flirtationship' in the others eyes, the Seer had but considered him an odd sort of friend – and never, not once did she consider vying for her attention and earning her place among the notches of his belt. It had only been that one dare. This one day. Still unaware of what had come over her and the effects of the candy-cane, Mila was truly believing that she was the only one with memories of the morning, the only one with strange and unacceptable behaviour – at least what she could remember of it, and blissful ignorance – she did not remember the worst of it. After a lengthy silence, she forced a smile to her lips, a flicker of that instant, knee-jerk excitement of seeing him just barely in tact. “Hey... where have you been?” She did not remember much of him from the morning. That was best then, maybe he hadn't seen her act an outright fool.

16:22:06 [Brice] The threat should have meant something. For all intents and purposes the nurse was trying her best to keep Brice out of trouble, and out of an inevitable world of pain far worse than his current leg damage. But he really wasn’t hearing her. “I’d be a bit of an idiot if I wen’ an’ jus’ blatantly went out and hurt ‘im, wouldn’t I?” That was all he chose to say on the matter, resigning to let it be assumed that he would let his current grudge go, though it would be far from the truth. The nurse seemed far too kind and far to delicate to burden with notions of such grisly business as revenge. Though, he suggestion that he simply get back at his current enemy by beating him in Durusball... “Maybe I will do that.” Or maybe he’d just let it be the precursor to a particularly unfortunate event. WHO KNOWS! “When will the pills kick in?”

16:27:40 Jacinth She thinned her lips, her eyes running over the student as he continued. "You would, and it would be much worse than a kick to the leg, I can only imagine." She'd glance down to his leg, feeling rather bad, despite it just being a bruise. "Is the Advil and ice helping any, hun?" It was her job to keep the students in good health, and if she couldn't, what kind of job was she doing? Adjusting herself, she'd look out, to see if there was anyone else there, before devoting her time to the angry player. "There you go. You're better off hurting his ego, than his physical self, if you're going to hurt anything." Men and their egos, were like them and their...well, you knows. "Annnddd, you get the pride of winning. I'd hope that's a much more enjoyable idea." Then, when he asked about the pills, she frowned, and looked towards her nonexistant watch, realizing she didn't have one, she'd look for the clock. "Soon. Give it a few more minutes, and if it doesn't feel any better, we'll see what we can do." She'd cross her arms, non-threateningly, beneath ample bust. Perhaps she shouldn't wear v-necks to work, but, not a soul had yet complained.

16:40:25 [Emri] Aware of the steps, he credits them to simply another student and pays no particular mind at first. But, as he works up the stairs, his eyes trail up, and in turn he naturally spots Mila moments before she apparently notices him. As she calls out to him, he stops from response alone and continues to linger on the lower step, looking up at her with a grim disposition that had been unlike him for the last year. "How're you?" and though the question in itself is caring, it's rather obvious that Emri doesn't care for the actual answer. It was nothing more than idle chat between friends - a greeting to show that, despite the ongoings he had seen between her and Jake, he still cared for her in some sense of the word. " I've been out and about, keeping myself busy. You too, I take it? " he asks with a painful rhetoric that is more intended to sting rather than actually inquire. He didn't care to make it hidden whether he had seen them - he saw it, and the sooner Mila realized this, the better for them all. Emri wasn't there for an apology or an explanation though. Just to ensure there was a mutual knowledge of the situation. Instead of lingering on the question that required no actual answer, he blurts out one that had actually been nagging him for parts of the day. " How's Chase? "

16:43:18 Dietrich` listened and nodded. That the map would be a component in the spell itself was not exactly desirable, but what could you do, right? He’d let her come this far, to pull it away now would just be cruel. “It has been safe until now, has it not?” He inquired of her with a perked brow. If it were to stop being safe it would be because it left the room, not because it stayed there, certainly. Standing behind and slightly to the side of her, he observed the map over her shoulder as she laid it out. “If you want to try your spell Sunday, then you need only come find me. But I am afraid you will have to find your room yourself. Your legend does say only students can find it after all, yes?” He patted her shoulder for a moment and then clasped his hands behind his back again. “Why are you so worried about teachers. There is a rule against hunting for mythical rooms. It need not be said that I will not be sharing your little project with anyone, after all that trouble I have gone to. That nurse thinks we are making out, incidentally. And just yesterday I had very pleasant drinks with her too. And I cannot even tell her what you are really up to.” He raised his brows at her but didn’t hide the smirk. He’d probably have to live with her judgment for a while, for what that mattered. Of course it had been Trix’s approach that had probably planted that seed in Jace’s thoughts, and she wouldn’t have been wrong had Dietrich proved less readily helpful. “Everything is fine, davushka. Just come with your things tomorrow and I’ll let you use the map for your little spell, alright? No worries. Doveer`sya mne.”

16:51:19 Mila 's head hung a little, rather like a child in disgrace. “Fine, I guess.” She felt a little ill to be honest, dehydration and the chill of being outside in naught but playwear likely the cause. This was not disclosed, feeling ill and not herself this morning meant nothing when she had all but ignored her human preference, likely in front of him, and opted for the chase of his close friend, instead. He must hate her. “That's.. good.” There was no, commonly Mila enthusiasm in her voice now, and whispering she quietly commented, “Just at Crux..” Small hands had created fists, nails digging into the flesh of her palm. There was nothing quite like shame to put a girl in her place. She had clung to the faltering, impossible hope that maybe, somehow, her antics had gone unnoticed by him or any other at Hex for the school was a breeding ground of rumour. Slim to nil chance of that, though, she remembered enough to know her displays had been public. As for Chase? She recalled Jake and Chase arguing and heading for the snow, but nothing again until that moment when and the former were.. The girl shook her head, and thought from her mind. “Um fine?” As far as she knew. Then the question belatedly stung her. I didn't.. kiss him too, did I? He was clearly making another jibe at her conquests. “I didn't.. did I?” Mila massaged at her brow, groaning softly. The thought of doing such and losing one of her closest friends – far more intimate with her than Jake terrified her.

16:53:36 [Trix] In all her innocence, she would never once have thought that was what Jace would have thought. It hadn’t crossed her mind for it wasn’t something Trix would typically do. She didn’t flirt with teachers, even those that she may have a crush upon. Least of all Dietrich whom she cherished as a friend. Her breathing became staggered as she leaned forward, her hand reaching for the desk as she may just tumble over. Hair falling around her face in it’s blond luminescence, her cheeks dusted a proficient rose to show just how his words had impacted her. Guilt written within her eyes, like a heavy weight she bore upon her shoulders while she struggled internally with what to say. “What? How could she..? We were.. I was.. It was just help..” She stuttered, shaking her head at the guise the Nurse could well take. Was it possible that Jace would think Trix capable of such a thing? Trix was far different from other girls in a number of ways and this implied she was not at all, but in fact the same or worse. “That cannot be.. I’ll talk to her. I’ll let her know..” She gasped again as her eyes so innocently rested upon Dietrich, the pupils wide, her ocean pools of blue so vivid. “Why would she think such a thing? I mean, I would never..” She was so incredibly nervous at that moment - the sensation flaring through her of others finding out, or rumors spreading made her feel sickly inside. “Oh.. Oh…” As she slowly pushed herself up to stand, her eyes unable to meet him as she looked away. “Very well, tomorrow then..” She swallowed before moving out of the Archives and back into the Library itself, her face clearly revealing the fear of God within them from what Dietrich had spoken of. Trix soon left the Library and entered into the halls, carrying the thought of Dietrich’s words with her.

16:56:52 [Brice] Evidentially the advil had yet to work its magic, but he nodded a silent yes only in reference to the ice pack over his shin. The cold ran through the reddened skin, bled past sore muscles, and sunk deep into aching bone, numbing not just the bruised area, but a larger portion of his leg, freezing over his nerves, and taking a good chunk of feeling out of the extremity. He was grateful then, for finally in the course of so many minutes, the pain was beginning to subside to some degree. That in mind, he did not look forward to when the ice melted, and all he was left with was warm water. His ego was slower to mend, and he doubted it would be where it once was sans his revenge. “The ice…I think s’workin’.” With the pain dying, so too was his over the top temper. More levelheaded than before, he chose to abandon all thoughts of plotting revenge in front of the nurse. “You know you’ll be seein’ a lot more ofthis when the season starts…” A truth the nurse had surely considered. His eyes scrutinized her body momentarily, perhaps becoming far more liberal with his glances than was appropriate for student towards faculty. But could he be blamed for his teenage wiles; interests so easily spurred by seemingly mundane things, like nurses wearing v-necks, and crossing their arms beneath their breasts? He’d be blind not to notice, right? Luckily the guile of this particular siren kept him from slipping over that awkward line, and he remained invested in trying to put his mind off his leg, and simply let the advil and ice do their job, which, for the time being, involved schmoozing with the nurse.

17:03:54 [Emri] Her shame isn't as rewarding of a sight as Emri had once thought it would be, but his jabs aren't for revenge-sake alone. Beneath it there's a true anger living beside disappointment, and the fifth-year could only fight it off for so long. The oldest habits died the hardest and it seemed this one in particular wouldn't be gone for too much longer. "You did." is all he offers her in response before turning to venture farther back up the stairs, both his jacket and sweater still bound tightly in a fist that's producing a white around his knuckles. There were better things to do than subject himself to the apologies that he wasn't entirely ready to accept, and he knew that lingering for too long around her again would only dissipate the rage. He deserved to be mad - he needed it. But Mila wasn't the only one to blame in the ordeal. It hadn't taken long after the fight to deduce what the cause was, and after eventually checking on Chase, he planned on bringing a swift justice to the culprit behind the candycanes.

17:13:49 Jacinth She'd take off the ice eventually, as you were only suppose to lay ice for fifteen minutes at a time. She didn't want to freeze the poor fellow out, after all. Crossing her legs, she'd hook her hands on her knees. "I'm glad of that. If it persists past today, I can send you on your way with a few more Advil to take, but...since the ice is helping, I don't believe you'll need anything much stronger." Kind was the smile, glad that her efforts had proved fruitful. "I would like it if you'd keep it elevated for a little while longer. So, while you've got yourself glued to the bed, is there anything you'd like? Another glass of water?" To keep her patient comfortable, of course! "Or, a blanket." For his leg, of course, she chuckled. "I know, sweetheart, and I dread it, but...the way I look at it, is...I can heal those that need it, and so long as you students are enjoying yourself, a few bruises are nothing. I just hope I can get out to watch the teams once it starts. I've never seen a game." Shamefully, she admitted. How many times had she caught eyes that went south? If he was obvious, he'd find the femme moving closer, and her arms uncrossing. A tap under his chin, and she'd knowingly waggle a finger in a tsking motion. "I think you need more water." And, she'd get up, with a shake of her head, as she made her way out with his cup. Returning with it, only moments later, she'd set it down on the bedside table, and settled onto the edge of the bed once more, nylon clad legs crossed. "So, just so it's not dead silent in here, unless you'd like to rest, I'm going to keep you company." Forward, but hey, it got the point across that he was likely to be subjected to the pretty things chatting.

17:19:03 Mila whimpered pitifully when he confirmed her fears, and put into her mind imagery that was not quite the truth. Though both boys had fought for their 'prize', she had but kissed only one of them. It was not Emri, it was not Chase, but Mila knew no better. For all she was aware, her rampant desire could have been granted on any male attendant of Hex, teachers and grunts alike. That made her feel a little sick, and belatedly, she realized she had skipped on her detention again. Dietrich would have her head, eventually. The thought didn't linger for just then Emri stepped right past her and continued on his way, creating a deep ache that was all the worse because she knew she deserved it. But it hurt. Desperate to defend her case, and to fight for whatever peculiar, barely-there romance there was between them the girl hurried after him. “Wait! I didn't!” Mila would continue to follow, ever his precious little stalker, even reaching out for his forearm if he failed to stop and listen. “I'm sorry. I don't know- what happened. It's like.” She exhaled audibly, trying to find the words to explain, “It was like one minute I was me, and then- then the next, I was somebody else. I wasn't there. It's not me. I don't-.” It was difficult for her to explain, and though confident confrontation was something she avoided like a plague. In most cases, in the few instanced she'd ever bickered with another she allowed rage to dwell and ease over time, never attempting to mend what once was. But she couldn't just let that happen now. “I don't even know. I don't do that.” Tears stung her iridescent eyes, but Mila kept the tears from falling. “Please.. don't be mad at me. You know that..” One deep breath, her eyes closed and she was very possibly still talking to his back, but she managed in the smallest of voices to admit, “I like you.”

17:22:46 [Trix] Diet’s words trickled through her mind as she meandered through the hallway. Her body and form petite in size, yet her alluring and provocative manner so innocently woven spoke volumes in how she motioned. The look within those azure hues clearly defined panic, like a deer caught within a glaring headlight. Cheeks were aflame with embarrassment as she’d never given it such a thought that the Nurse may think of her in such a manner. Of her kissing and being with the Librarian. She had only asked him for help as he was one of few (namely two), she trusted enough to be open with. He was helping her and there was nothing more to it than that. But what others may perceive hadn’t passed the guileless femme, utterly clueless to just how things might have come across and looked. Her little heart pounded reverently within her chest, the ache in her ribs proving to match the nervous tumultuous churning of her stomach of butterflies within. Careful steps found her light of walk, a near float of motion as hips swayed delicately, evident by the leggings she wore, and the tighter fitting t-shirt that covered her upper torso, revealing her slim frame, her delightful curves and the subtle swells of her bosom. Atop the tee, she wore a cardigan that was open at the front. It looked well worn, with pockets where she could rest her hands within, though now she was far to fidgety to keep them in one place. Fingers were hooked together, twiddling as she made her forward move toward the Infirmary. She had to nip this in the butt before any word got to Jeremy. That was the last thing she needed now for him to accept some wild, totally off the wall rumor she’d been with the Librarian. Not to mention what other people would think of her!. Trix was the last person any would believe to do such a thing, but because Dietrich had brought it up within her mind, she was certain now that it could come to fruition. Being the bookworn was hardly akin to causing rumors, but she was terrified all the same. Approaching the nurses office, she moved in easily into the space, listening for voices and she soon heard that of Jace speaking to someone. Without thought or any type of precision and care, Trix trundled into the room where Brice was receiving help for his leg. She didn’t notice the male however as her eyes focused on the Nurse. “Nurse Jace.. I’m so sorry for earlier. And what ever you maybe thinking please know that it’s not what you think. I really did just seek help and nothing happened, I swear it. Nothing happened at all. Please tell me you know this? Pleaseletmeknow that you knownothinghappened? “

17:24:23 Jer could definitely feel it. He didn't even have to labor over notched sticks, stare through smoke and fire, or open his mind's eye beyond the time horizon. No, he could feel it, deeper than his gut and straight into his bones. There's an energy current growing within the finicky Hex halls - and it traces all around him. His subtle pushes, his light touches here and there, and now he can sense the gears picking up their own momentum. But his influence is far from done; there are still so many loose threads dangling, abandoned, waiting to be adopted into the course of things. He has no right to self-satisfaction just yet. Strolling through the interior of the school, scuffing the bottoms of thin slippers against the tiling as his steps lack pep, he happens to pass by a certain staircase. By distraction, his gaze slips down the flight, inevitably landing on Emri's face as he ascends. The fellow fifth year is granted a gesture - a fist punched into palm - before the seer acts congenial and waves it off as mere joke. Silent all the while, he even lifts an index digit to his own puckered lips and mimes a conspiratorial 'shhh'. But hardly breaking pace, he slips by without consequence, retaining that humored smile as he heads to wherever he's heading.

17:40:42 [Emri] He heard her rushing up the stairs after him, and it was obvious her calling out was to him. But Emri didn't stop his ascent up the pivoted staircase until he felt her hand reach out for him. Even then, his eyes first catch sight of Jer and the action - a threat under every other circumstance - makes a smile break across his face. It is instead taken (he assumes such are Jer's intentions) as a joke of their previous encounter as he watches the Seer wander back off with an enigmatic stride he had recognized the day prior. Good luck he had managed to say, but perhaps he wasn't the only one who needed Lady Luck. This act, unfortunately, has already begun to sway Emri, and as he turns to finally face Mila, the smile is still present, though it has no place in their current conversation. "It's like you had no willpower," he begins to 'correct' her, snuffing the smile out faster than she could likely recognize it. "I know what was going on with the candycanes - he got all of us, but to use that as an excuse.. I refuse to believe that you, or Jake, and even Chase can be so easily influenced. There was a part of you that wanted that." he finally offers his insight to the entire ordeal, and though it may be entirely wrong (who was he to say how hexes affected particular students), it was a stern disposition. He believed the subconscious to play a part in life that it rarely got credit for. But as she admits to the conspiracy of liking him that he had begun to assume over the past weeks, Emri falls into a familiar silence that admits he isn't sure how to respond other than, "I like you, too. " It's all he can manage without entirely succumbing to the tears that threaten to fall, her apologies that, despite his anger, all seem genuine, and the charm of her character that had initially drawn him in.

17:43:26 [Brice] News that he wouldn’t need drugs any more powerful than advil was both upsetting and satisfying news. That he didn’t need it was good news, and set his mood a bit higher, but he would not have objected to something a little more feel good than basic pain medication. At the offer of nourishments and accommodations to make his stay more comfortable, he shook his head and simply say no. He was as comfortable as he was going to get. The thing that was helping him now was the steady stream of conversation. “I expect you t’watch mah match, then.” And there she had it; an invite to cheer him on when he tasked himself with being a star on the field in the coming season. Unfortunately, the nice moment was somehow ruined by Jacinth catching his wandering eyes wandering far too frequently around her bust. Somewhat embarrassed, he kept his composure and released it in a deep sigh when she left to get him more water. Perhaps he wasn’t as sly as he thought; maybe he needed to be a touch more vigilant. Her return with water elicited a small smile, somewhat unamused smile as he sought to collect what coolness he could. Her sitting next to him did not help, and he reflexively gulped down the not that seemed lodged in his throat. Was he mistaking the situation, or were things starting to parallel a porn he might have heard about somewhere (because, surely there isn’t porn in the Hex Institute…right professors?) What fantasies and misunderstandings could be born of the situation were stopped dead in their tracks by the bumbling and rambling of Beatrix, a girl in house Crux like him, and conveniently in the same year, so he knew her face, knew her name, and had a general idea of her typical behavior. He was ever thr observant individual, and so her awkward verbal vomit wasn’t entirely outside her character…or so he believed. “I think someone ‘as hexed her tongue,” he lamented to the nurse, expecting her to take his suggestion completely seriously.

17:53:07 Jacinth "Your match in specific, huh, darlin'?" She was just gesting with him. This was the advantage of not being a wrinkly old hag. She could joke with some of the students, and not look like a total creep. She was barely an adult herself, after all. "Then, if I'm due to watch your game specificly, you'll have to let me know when you play, and I shall root for you." And if he wasn't in her house? Let's just hope that her house wasn't playing against his own. That might be a wee bit awkward. "However, sweetheart, don't expect me to wear a shirt that has your name, and scream like someones got a hook in my Akillies tendon." That was her experience with sports. Catching the sigh as she left, oh, god, she couldn't help but to let that natural feminine sway of hips take it's course. Just until she was out of sight. She figured the student might be able to take the joke, after all. She wasn't offended, or huffy. She was use to eyes, after all. Returning to his bedside, she chuckled when he gulped. "Did you swallow a golfball out there, too?" She was leaning over him, pinching his jaw to make him 'open wide.' "No, no. No golfballs in there." She'd sit back up once more. Jace herself would not spread rumours, no. That was not something that was on her list of things to do. Rumours started off, often harmless, a prank, and usually ended in some sort of pain. Her eyes cast towards Trix, the young fae she had selflessly helped, at the very risk of her job, her skin, and many other things. "Jace." She corrected, softly, "Sweetheart, you need not justify yourself infront of me." She rose off of Brice's bedside, and made her way towards one of the storage cabinets, "By the way, it is rather rude to burst into a room where I am tending to students. It could have been a very personal matter." There was a shuffle, and the sound of a box hitting the wood that made up the shelf, as well as the following sound of shuffling. Whatever Jace had picked out of the box, was delivered in privacy, oh yes, and they happen to be of the small and extra small variety. To preserve her secret, Jace settled a hand on the girls shoulder, as she pressed the two foil packages with the 'hairband' shape within, into Trix's hand. "I don't agree with that you're doing," she began to whisper, "but at least do it safe." Giving her that knowing, that very knowing, nurse smile, Jace stepped back, then, the lightbulb went off, as she leaned in again, "And, sweetheart, it's normal the first time, for it to hurt," in peripheral vision, she lifted her fingers to squeeze her thumb and index together somewhat, "And there may be a wee bit of blood, but that's just natural." Then, she stepped back, and smiled once more, and at the suggestion of her hexed tongue, she finally got around to it. "Now, he suggested a hexed tongue. Perhaps you should open wide and stick it out so I can take a look?" Because, hexed tongues show signs of being hexed, of course.

17:53:39 Mila didn't miss his hesitation to stop, nor the disappearing smile as he turned around and especially not his correction. Candy canes, what? He's smiling? He thinks this is- No, he wasn't smiling any more, and she didn't know who 'he' referred to, nor what she truly grasping what he was getting at in his explanation about the candy-canes. All that hit was the accusation. There was a part of her that wanted that? Mila was no whore. She was never loose with her attentions and she had never thought of Chase beyond friendship, and never even considered an interest in Jake, no matter how handsome and 'charming' his flirtations and play may be. Cherry-stained lips came ajar in both shock and anger, and then she was turning on her heel and continuing away from him – back down the steps she was initially descending, and in far too much of a rush to hear what he said as she was leaving. Oblivious to reciprocation of her feelings, the Durusball fanatic was departing to take her anger out on the field. The snowed over, empty field – but a field nonetheless. Her feet were stomping childishly, and her hands had made those small, ineffective fists again. One out on the courtyard, her smoky gaze drifted toward the glass, semi-frosted lake. She hadn't forgotten that dream, nor the hints of what lay beneath.

17:59:52 Jer would be remiss to leave without first stealing a little morsel of the conversation taking place mere steps away (and down). So as he passes by, his ear lingers, his hearing reaching just far enough to hear their topic. He already assumed what he needed to given Mila's heartfelt expression; armed with the facts of people being drugged and Mila playing the prize, the deplorable context of the situation is preset in his mind. But those words - I like you - are the good bit. His pace slows, waiting and waiting what seems like noticable seconds too long. I like you, too - the reciprocation delivered, the seer seems released, able to continue on his way without qualm to bother the pair further.

18:06:39 Trix hadn’t meant to blurt in but she was so panicked by what Diet had said there was no other way for her to get to Jace in time before it was too late! Or so Trix believed. She hadn’t even noticed the boy in the room until she spoke, her eyes blank as she gazed upon his features. At first she didn’t recognize, her intent being mainly to seek out Jace, but then it dawned on her as eyed him in a more particular manner. Brice Kilgannon!! Of all the people to be in the room it had to be him. The pompous sod of all things, the thought leaving Trix to blink several times. “Oh.. No.. no hex.. Sorry..” she suddenly spat outward, though Jace was already on the move doing something, coming toward her and placing something within her hand. Trix barely got to see what it was until the woman spoke further as to things hurting and blood. Confused, she glanced down to her hand as her jaw dropped. Literally dropped - and if she could have, it would have hit the ground. She was red before but now her pointed ears near tinged the color - and if steam could of come from them, they’d be doing that right about now. “No no.. you don’t understand.. Arghhhhh… “ As she held out her tongue, still trying to speak as Jace would look to the muscle. “Ah in’t en enyeng..” she tried to speak until the nurse was done but the humiliation of being in front of Brice of all people to Jacinth handing her condoms. Trix knew what they were. She’d taken the classes, but never in her wildest dreams had she thought to ask for one. “Oh .. Well.. Oh.. I gotta go..” Keeping them in her hand just out of sheer embarrassment alone, she turns suddenly, moving away from the nurse and bounding out into the hallway. How the little innocent mink moved, backing up out of the room and not paying attention to just where she was going. It was mere seconds before she turned into a blind run, making her way through the halls before “blam!” She ran straight into Jeremy, though did not realize who it was at first. The condoms fell to the ground out of her hand around her and she immediately closed her eyes. If this was a professor, she was doomed. ‘Trix paled considerably though the redness of her embarrassed features remained upon her face, unable to peer up to see who it was.. She merely awaited her sentence, inwardly near wetting herself. Now why did Jace have to go and do that!..

18:08:51 [Emri] Words are incapable of escaping his mouth as Mila suddenly turns to stomp away. She was delusional if she thought that after all that had occurred, Emri would be running after her with apologies. No matter the insenuation (he certainly hadn't meant to claim her a whore), it is there, and he refuses to take it back. In a rival of her actions, Emri eventually turns and begans to step up the remainder of the stairs. Jer by then is off to one side of him, and despite the obvious curiosities and follow-up questions he has both regarding their specific future, and the Seer's ability as whole, he holds them off for another time. Instead he's off to ultimately dispose of the jacket and sweater, to wipe away the blood that had begun forming in small tears on his palm, and then to head for dinner.

18:26:25 Jer had willingly given himself over to his own thoughts, delving deep within them like a warm blanket of intrigue. So many moving parts, so many yet unrealized; and yet in the forefront, he dwells on the intricate relationships he has no part in. Like watching a complicated soap opera, he's been piecing together visions from here and there. This latest segment is carefully set into place, like a roof to a card castle or a plank to a bottled ship. The masterpiece is nowhere near finish though, only barely beginning to take-- "Ge'bloody," falls from his lips as his gait (and reverie) is knocked completely off course. Foot quick to adjust, his sandal slipped nearly lost in the movement, he catches his balance. Then, snapping an affronted look to his offender, discovers a very familiar face. "Oh, s'only you, Trix," he instantly lightens up, adorning a slightly apologetic humor. He then casts his attention down to the items that had flown from her grasp, automatic to help her retrieve them. Naturally, his double take is warranted. Practically frozen in a stoop, a hand extended but not quite yet upon one of the wrappered condoms, he at last cracks a grin. "Iwwon't ask," says the countryboy as he plucks them all up, steps close, and clandestinely purses them back into her hand. "But... I might suggest an'other size." Rarely explicit, rarely unriddled in his terseness, he tugs a little smirk before patting her on the shoulder as he moves on. "'Nless yer into that sort a type." Despite Trix's fragility to jealousy, despite what affectionate exchange they'd shared in the woods, somehow Jer can still act as though she's perfectly free to sleep with whoever she wants - no judgment. If she isn't too rooted in place with embarrassment, she best keep up. He's already two steps away.

18:28:29 [Brice] Thoughts to Jacinth rooting for him were becoming more and more appealing. What with her swaying hips and accentuated bust, it was difficult to find the thought bad at all. On the contrary, he had every intention of finding his way back to the infirmary leading up to the days before Crux’ first match. But, all that had to be put to the side for now as the nurse kept up her exceeding sweet disposition and began interacting with Beatrix. Brice couldn’t be more amused in this instant. “First time…no…you couldn’t mean—“ His thoughts never finished their trip from his mouth before he was being taken away by laughter. Slow, calm chuckles and giggles turned into hearty laughter the more he considered what he was witnessing; a nurse shoving a myriad condoms into a student’s hands and letting her know about the nuances of her body subsequent the act of bumping uglies. “This is too much” he managed through gut wrenching laughter. He wasn’t allowed much in the way of witty quips before Beatrix was running off, fleeing the embarrassing scene. Luckily for her, karma dealt Brice a humbling blow with the return of the not so subtle throbbing of his shin. Laughter and movement had apparently disturbed the wounded leg. Hissing again with some minor pain, he calmed and hoped for his advil to retake to the task of soothing his pain. “I didn’ rrealize sex was so serious,” he joked.

18:34:50 [Trix] It was Jer... It was Jeremy she bumped in to. The condoms at her feet, he was moving down to help her retrieve them and she’s more embarrassed now than before. “Wait.. No.. you don’t understand..” She tried to speak out, flushing the two condoms in the pocket of her cardigan. What he must think of her now! Gods be Jace had put her in a difficult position as she spins around. He’s already moving away instead of stopping to chat. Trix feels she had hurt him in someway. He thought she was sleeping with someone else! Would no one stop and listen to her and actually believe her!? “WAIT!” she called, stepping forward with tiny feet to catch up with the Seer. Whether he wanted her there or not, she was going to explain this situation to him so he really understood what was behind it. “It’s not at all what you think.. And I don’t even know what size they are..” She reached out toward his arm in an attempt to stop his walk, her fingers circling lightly, but the grip is strong enough. “Please.. I need to tell you this.” The concern in her face was clearly etched, her face having gone through significant embarrassment already was flushed with red, making her appeal the more beguiling than usual. Her plea was offered and it was up to the male to take the opportunity to let her speak. “Don’t think I’m.. there is.. I’m not with anyone else. I’ve.. I .. I’ve never been with anyone before.” She blurted out eyes lowering to the ground. “Its just a big misunderstanding and you should hear about it from me before you hear it from anyone else.. Please listen, Jeremy. It matters what you think. It matters to me..”

18:35:06 Jacinth Really, Jace didn't think the student was actually getting it on with the teacher, no. The condoms were more so to teach her a bit of a lesson. "No, I do understand, I understand that you were just trying to get something, however...you should watch the way you do it, sweetheart. If it were someone else who seen, they might not play a joke, rather, spread word, and you would cause a string of very nasty events." All in all, the condoms were a lesson. "I'm not trying to scold you, just watch what you do next time." That would perhaps, be the most stern you'd ever see Jace get. Her words, however, were all a whisper for the girl, nothing would be loud enough for the student on the bed to hear. "Have a good day." She wiggled her fingers, and returned her attention to the bed. Settling back down, she'd give the student a lift of her brow. "You shouldn't eavesdrop, sweetpea." She tsked him, then shook her head, then couldn't help but to laugh herself, but only because laughter is contagious. It was when he hissed, she frowned softly. "Now, now...She'd pick up the ice bag, and opened up the towel around it, it's melted cubes floating in a small pool of water. "If it's going to hurt just to laugh, you're going to sit there and twiddle your thumbs." Then, came the joke. "It is when you're trying to discourage it. Shall I give you the same speal? I've gotten very good at it." Surprising, coming from a twenty one year old. Oh, I thought I could get my post in before Trix. Message would still be delivered, one way or another.

18:48:26 Jer isn't the type so easily wounded, a fact which must speak to the ample self-esteem he doesn't readily show. So as he walks away, his departure isn't a passive aggressive display of inner pain; no, he merely has somewhere to be. All the better if she could tag along, facilitating that ever-useful walk and talk. Having said that, her pleas to wait are obeyed, perhaps a bit of oblivious surprise found in his eyes at her emphatic efforts. "Cor, Trix," he chuckles, lifting his other hand defensively before patting it on the hand she's installed around his arm. "Calm down," he gently urges her. His smile too tries to assure her that all is well. "I don' care. Really." Hopefully his light-hearted words do not overstep their consoling mark and tread into the territory of the rude or insensitive. After all, shouldn't he care, at least a little with everything between them? He cants his head a nod, suggesting his direction before he more fully offers his captured arm to her. Weaved with his, he invites her along - back to the Infirmary. "...D'you say 'ne'er'?" He'd almost glossed over that virginal detail entirely.

18:57:22 [Trix] He didn’t care? How could he not care? Didn’t he have feelings for her? She would care.. But then, that was Trix. There was an edge of jealousy to her that she held for him, only because he’s the first boy to show any interest in her beyond just being someone for homework and class. And because she genuinely has feelings for him like she has no other. It could be a very lopsided relationship as far as things go, with his lacksidaisy words and shrugging of why she had condoms. But she was determined to speak the truth and as he asked her that fated question, she would nod as she took his arm. “It’s true heh. I’ve never.. I, no one.. Its just, god what you must think of me now..” She quipped feeling somewhat ashamed. It was assumed that he had experienced on her part, after all most guys seemed to do. “But these things - I was meeting with Mr. Vostok in the Library. Had something very important to work with him on. And Nurse Jace was there.” She paused as she continued to step forward. “I’m afraid, well he’s afraid that she may have taken our working together, Mine and Vostok as something different than a Librarian helping a teacher. And then she gave me condoms when I tried to confirm for her that nothing was going on.” She hadn’t realized at first they were heading back toward the infirmary. She was too wrapped up in her story to pay attention. “But it’s not true you know. There is nothing between Mr. Vostok and me.” Even though the Librarian was rather sweet on her, Trix wasn’t aware of the faculty member’s feelings. “So that’s how they ended up in my hands. I’m afraid now there will be a big nasty rumor and I didn’t want you to think ill of me. There’s only one male I want in my life..” She spoke being forthright and open. “And that’s you..”