𝒢𝑜𝓃𝓃𝒶 𝓌𝒾𝓈𝒽 𝐼 𝒽𝒶𝒹 𝒶 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓂 𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔

[tobeclosetohim]

Who: Jo Harvelle
When: November
Where: Cadens, Libertas, Nocwich, Bad Lands, Horizon, Execution
What: June Catch-All
Warnings: Drinking, Swearing, Flirting, Hunting


𝒜𝒾𝓃'𝓉 𝒾𝓉 𝒻𝓊𝓃𝓃𝓎 𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝒾𝓉 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓁𝓈 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊'𝓇𝑒 𝒷𝓊𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝑒𝓁𝓈,
𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝓉𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝑔𝑜𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝑔𝑜𝓃𝑒
𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝑔𝑒𝓉 𝓈𝑜 𝓁𝑜𝓈𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒸𝒶𝓃'𝓉 𝓉𝓊𝓇𝓃 𝒾𝓉 𝑜𝒻𝒻,
𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝑔𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓉𝓊𝓇𝓃 𝒾𝓉 𝑜𝓃

𝒮𝒽𝑒'𝓈 𝒶 𝒽𝒶𝓇𝓅 𝑜𝓃 𝒶 𝓇𝑒𝒾𝑔𝓃, 𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝓁𝒾𝓅𝓈 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝒶 𝒻𝓁𝒶𝓂𝑒,
𝓈𝒽𝑒'𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑔𝒾𝓇𝓁 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒻𝒶𝓋𝑜𝓇𝒾𝓉𝑒 𝓈𝑜𝓃𝑔
𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒶 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓊𝓉𝒾𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝓂𝑒𝓈𝓈,

𝒜 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓁, 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝒻𝑒𝒸𝓉, 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝒶 𝓌𝓇𝑒𝒸𝓀
𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓀𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝒻𝓁𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊'𝓁𝓁 𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑔𝑒𝓉

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November Planning Plurk || Will match prose or brackets
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Mag’s tavern

[provenforce]

Rey isn’t much of a chef, even after spending a year with the Resistance. She can cook things so they’re edible, but tasting good is an entirely different set of skills. Fortunately enough after a day’s work there is food available in the tavern part of the inn.

Most of the time, unless she’s with Finn, she sits alone in a corner. She’s still settling in to life in the Free Cities, so different than Thorne, so she’s hesitant about putting herself out there and meeting new people.

Of course one day she’s a little later than she usually is, and the place is already quite busy. She looks for an open space wherever there is one, and when she spots the blonde woman with a free chair at her table she walks over, eyebrows raised.

“Do you mind if I join you? There’s nowhere else to sit.” She could take her food up to her room, of course, but she probably should put herself out there more.

[tobeclosetohim]

Jo looks up first, a dedicated sort of once over, without her gaze actually flicking to anywhere by Rey's face, before Jo nods, with a shrug and an easy flicker in of a warm smile, shifting to sit a little straighter in her chair.

"Sure. No problem. I'm just waiting on a friend as it is. You have anyone else coming with you?" It's mostly a check to see if she needs the whole table, were Jo to offer to leave earlier than planned. She's taking up a seat on a busy night, and she knows it. She could always practice running on the walls out back before Castiel gets here, too.

[provenforce]

After Jo’s approval she moves to sit, shaking her head.

“Just me.” It might not have been that way were she still in Thorne, but she’s not, so it is. Setting her bowl of stew down she gives Jo a brief smile.

“I’m still sort of new here. I’m Rey.”

[tobeclosetohim]

Jo settles back in her chair a little more, relaxed a touchback.

"Jo Harvelle. Nice to meet you."
Forthright and amused.



"How's the settling in going? You staying here in the inn?"

[provenforce]

Once introductions are done Rey tucks into her bowl of stew. She isn't particularly elegant about eating, she eats like someone who has been starving before, who knows that every meal is a gift and the next one is never guaranteed. As she eats she nods her head to Jo's questions, a one shouldered shrug as she chews and swallows.

"It's very different here from Thorne, but I like it. It feels less like we're hostages." They of course still are, in her opinion. Taken from their world and stranded here. There's obviously a way to go back, but try as she has to remember how it was she had returned to her home and then here again, but somewhere else, she can't.

[tobeclosetohim]

She does—eats like someone who never had enough food and packs it away in case 'not enough' comes around again tomorrow—and Jo notices, though her expression doesn't change. There were hunters like this Rey across the bar at home. Men and women who hadn't seen a drink in too long and ordered food in mass amounts only to eat in bare seconds, like someone might take it, or it might vanish if they weren't touching it.

All the while trying to play it cool. Like the darkness of the road wasn't still nipping at their heels and baying at their back even in the safety of The Roadhouse.

"You came from Thorne? I thought people couldn't change locations."

Jo doesn't comment on the other. She doesn't have a nice thing to say about it. She still feels just as captive here, even out in the far, empty Bad Lands with nothing and no one for miles.

[provenforce]

Rey wrinkles her nose at Jo's question, chewing on her food for a moment before she answers.

"I don't really know how it happened. I was there one day, then home, and then back again, but this time I was here instead of there and a year had passed." She's had a lot to process in the past few weeks, and likely more still ahead of her. She had partly expected the Free City authorities to lock her up when they realized she'd been in Thorne, but no one had said anything. Given how all the Summoned seemed to be connected she doubted they didn't know, but she also hadn't reached out to any of her friends in Thorne since arriving, unsure of who was still even there.

[tobeclosetohim]

"That's—" Jo sucks in through her teeth, looking at the girl head-on. "—a lot."

It makes her think of Jack and Sam home again, and that big, rambling house the whole lot of them had bought together going to waste on only three of them to haunt its space. (Even if that 'haunting' had a lot more laughter and equally inappropriate things in once public spaces that couldn't have happened with other family still in the house.)

"Did you remember this place once you got home? Try to get back, or anything?"

[provenforce]

She hasn't told many about her little time travel stint, or whatever it was. Jo's reaction is really why. Frowning she considers the question, before slowly shaking her head.

"I feel like it was a dream now, almost. I didn't have any memory of this place while I was there, but the second I woke up here, I knew... exactly where I was." Or well, she knew what was happening, at least. She hadn't realized she was not in Thorne until she'd been pulled from the water.