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abraxaslogs2022-10-03 04:41 pm
tobeclosetohim) wrote in abraxaslogs2022-10-03 04:41 pm
Interestingly, it's weird to watch her clothes changing on her body but not feel anything other than disconcerted by the strangeness of visually seeing it happen. There's no part of her worried about what Nadine might do to her (even as somewhere in the back of her mind, she's ticking away the knowledge that this is possible outward toward someone).
Jo turned around, looking at herself in the mirror. Considering.
"Not bad, butβ" She let it linger. "Not exciting?"
"Not no?" But she wanted something,
something she couldn't name,
something more.
"Maybe we keep it in mind case there's nothing else?"
Jo turned around, looking at herself in the mirror. Considering.
"Not bad, butβ" She let it linger. "Not exciting?"
"Not no?" But she wanted something,
something she couldn't name,
something more.
"Maybe we keep it in mind case there's nothing else?"
How sad.
[ Jo's voice is mockingly disappointed, but her smile doesn't slip.
There's definitely a time and place for old comforts.
What was this whole place, if not that, for her?
Jo steps away, getting a beer and popping the cap.
Before setting it on the bar in front of him. ]
One golden oldie on the house, then.
Edited 2022-10-27 23:35 (UTC)
I know. I'm old. Something stronger than beer might go straight to my head and while I don't know if you can get drunk in the Horizon, I'm not gonna find out.
( he doesn't want to be the guy that wanders in and out of random people's spaces and makes a mess.
so, he grins when she gives him the tried and true beer and toasts her with it. )
Thank you. Can I ask about your place here? This something from home?
( he doesn't want to be the guy that wanders in and out of random people's spaces and makes a mess.
so, he grins when she gives him the tried and true beer and toasts her with it. )
Thank you. Can I ask about your place here? This something from home?
You're not that old. Old school, maybe.
[ Not old enough that there wasn't something nice about his face and his confidence, even with the glasses and the et all that came with them. Definitely better than that soggy, exhausted, taking public naps on law books look. ]
It is. I actually grew up here.
Not that old but getting there.
( he's not a senior citizen yet but it wouldn't be too long especially with what he put his body through on a regular basis.
sitting back, matt takes the beer in hand and looks around. he can't see the place but he can still get a feel for it. )
Grew up here? Huh. I grew up in a boxing gym so I can't really talk. What was it like, growing up in a place like this?
( he's not a senior citizen yet but it wouldn't be too long especially with what he put his body through on a regular basis.
sitting back, matt takes the beer in hand and looks around. he can't see the place but he can still get a feel for it. )
Grew up here? Huh. I grew up in a boxing gym so I can't really talk. What was it like, growing up in a place like this?
Huh. Boxing ring. That's unique.
[ Jo's smile slides toward a smirk, and she leans in on the bar, her expression and her tone already ripe with winning even when the game hasn't been laid on the table yet. He doesn't know enough to know, and there's some golden arrogance woven into moving the first piece in that alone, where she gets to play the part of blowing the roof off what the Roadhouse was back home and is here. ]
Take a guess. What do you think it would be like?
Not bad, and not wrong, but also missing 90% of it at least.
[ Jo pops a second beer top. Because why the hell not when someone else is? There are no rules here or there in the Roadhouse. They didn't always, but sometimes they drank with the present people. Modicum, given the difference of this all being everyday normal for them. ]
The Roadhouse is a hunter bar. A place for the people who fight all those things that everyone thinks go bump in the night in the safety of their storybook pages. Easily closed behind thick covers and left to get dust on the shelf. Instead of waiting for them in every back alley and sunny coffee shop.
A hunter bar. Well, you've got Josie's beat. That's just a...bum bar. Where bums like me who can't always afford to pay the tab go.
( though, he was always willing to offer legal advice so there was some bartering there.
he sits up a bit. )
Never heard of a hunter bar. They common where you're from?
( though, he was always willing to offer legal advice so there was some bartering there.
he sits up a bit. )
Never heard of a hunter bar. They common where you're from?
It's the only one of its kind.
My dad built it a good while before I was born.
[ Jo will never not sound proud. Of the place. Of her dad.
Patron idol of her soul and life's emulation.
And it was everything it was supposed to be, even after he died, and The Roadhouse was run by her mom and her. Right up until demons locked the doors and everyone inside was killed in some combination of a fire and an explosion that left only rubble slats and tiny bits of blown-apart body parts. But that's neither here nor there when it comes to conversations over a first beer, is it? ]
And there are a lot of these...hunters where you're from?
( he sounds more inquisitive than anything because for a guy that comes from a world with superheroes, people that hunt things that go bump in the night aren't all too common. )
How did people come to find out about it since I would guess it's not talked about in just daily conversation?
( he sounds more inquisitive than anything because for a guy that comes from a world with superheroes, people that hunt things that go bump in the night aren't all too common. )
How did people come to find out about it since I would guess it's not talked about in just daily conversation?
"Okay, we'll put it as a 'maybe'. Uh...if you want to go a little more glittery and girly, the cupcake thing was big for a while."
By which Nadine means a sparkly layered tulle skirt and sequined top with a cupcake hat and tights. It's certainly not something she'd imagine Jo ever wearing, and that's sort of the point of a costume. And it is cute.
But she only has so many ideas, and is pretty much just thinking about things she's seen on TV and in movies. Otherwise her main context for reference is elementary school children.
By which Nadine means a sparkly layered tulle skirt and sequined top with a cupcake hat and tights. It's certainly not something she'd imagine Jo ever wearing, and that's sort of the point of a costume. And it is cute.
But she only has so many ideas, and is pretty much just thinking about things she's seen on TV and in movies. Otherwise her main context for reference is elementary school children.
No.
There's more than you'd expect.
But normal people don't know about them.
Not until something rips apart their life.
[ She'd curbed the first impulse that went 'rips apart the bodies of their loved ones,' for the dude. Who says Jo doesn't have taste and the ability to read the room and actually act accordingly sometimes? Like once a year. Hunter Christmas. Merry whatever, Matt. It might not last long.
She took another swig from her beer, eying the room.
There are so many faces this room will never see again.
So many people who died screaming in this room that shouldn't exist.]
Jo looks at Nadine through the mirror, eyebrows and mouth both tilting,
a little wicked and the only warning for the words that come next.
"Right. And do I spend my night batting my eyelashes and telling people to 'eat me,' too?"
a little wicked and the only warning for the words that come next.
"Right. And do I spend my night batting my eyelashes and telling people to 'eat me,' too?"
Probably wouldn't have ever found my way there. Or anyone that I know.
( because while his life had been ripped apart, it hadn't been by something that bumps in the night. it had been by someone very real, very human, who'd decided that his dad had made the wrong decision and deserved to pay.
and then, roscoe had gotten what was coming to him. )
But it doesn't really surprise me that something like that exists. Guess it's good to have somewhere to congregate and just β decompress.
( because while his life had been ripped apart, it hadn't been by something that bumps in the night. it had been by someone very real, very human, who'd decided that his dad had made the wrong decision and deserved to pay.
and then, roscoe had gotten what was coming to him. )
But it doesn't really surprise me that something like that exists. Guess it's good to have somewhere to congregate and just β decompress.
"If you want to." Nadine shrugs, not bothered by the look Jo's giving her. She warned her that when it came to creative costume ideas, she's probably not the best.
"I told you I wasn't great at this. I don't even pick my own costume. Maybe if you could give me some boxes to check...anything that would be a 'yes' instead of just all the 'nos'?"
Some parameters would help here.
"I told you I wasn't great at this. I don't even pick my own costume. Maybe if you could give me some boxes to check...anything that would be a 'yes' instead of just all the 'nos'?"
Some parameters would help here.
That is the point.
[ Where anyone else might say that pointedly, Jo is confidentially amused. All expected. She'd have been surprised if he did know anyone in the life, and she's adjusting to the fact a lot of worlds don't seem to have a lot of things. Not that she thinks most people would know if their worlds did have them. Only those in the life talked about it, and usually only with others in it.
There was so much they did that no one believed was real. Not to mention the amount of what they did that was openly illegal. Jo patted the table, unruffled by any of the facts she's grown up knowing the whole while. ]
That was this girl. Part port in the storm, part of phone tree, part research archive, item storage, and group match up. It was a lot of whatever our people needed when they needed it.
Must have been nice to have somewhere like that.
( matt wonders, for a second, if something like that would have benefitted people like him back in new york. but then he wonders if he would have even used something like that considering how strongly he keeps people away when he needs to. )
Getting a lot of use here?
( matt wonders, for a second, if something like that would have benefitted people like him back in new york. but then he wonders if he would have even used something like that considering how strongly he keeps people away when he needs to. )
Getting a lot of use here?
Here and there, yeah.
[ It's a discerning clientele. It's not that she, or Dean, are going to turn away anyone showing up for a drink who doesn't know what's up or have a reason to be toldβlike the Roadhouse back home, open to tourists and truckers passing throughβbut it's selective. That selective, discerning group isn't catering to such large numbers worldwide. ]
It kind of depends on where The Summoned are when, what's going on out there,
and whether they're the kind of people inclined to all this.
[ Jo leaned on the bar; habit more than thought out choice ] Those in the life.
It's not exact here. Not outside of Dean and me. But there're a number of people who did the same kinds of jobs. Who worked on taking out the monsters in their worlds no matter what it cost them.
[ Most of theirs, unlike Jo, lost everything they had when some monster or demon invaded their life and killed the person, or people, most important to them. They were driven, and even after they got revengeβif they managed that at allβthey stayed in. They knew too much to turn their back on the darkness and what it did to every unsuspecting person out there. ]
( he thinks he's talked to dean once and, from what he remembers, it makes sense that he'd be here. so, he nods. )
Hell, even if it was just the two of you, it's nice to have something familiar. I'm still getting used to all this Horizon stuff but when I'm there, it's just...I like being able to take a breath.
( and while he does know that it's not exactly real, it's close enough. )
Hell, even if it was just the two of you, it's nice to have something familiar. I'm still getting used to all this Horizon stuff but when I'm there, it's just...I like being able to take a breath.
( and while he does know that it's not exactly real, it's close enough. )
[ Jo mouth tucked a little crooked, ]
I still find the whole thing weird.
And if I think about it for too long I think it's a better trap than a respite.
Oh, don't put that into my head.
( because he's never really thought of that before and he doesn't want to start now. )
I think it's a handy tool or whatever it is for communicating with other factions, at least. We wouldn't be able to see them if we didn't have it. So, there is a benefit.
( because he's never really thought of that before and he doesn't want to start now. )
I think it's a handy tool or whatever it is for communicating with other factions, at least. We wouldn't be able to see them if we didn't have it. So, there is a benefit.
[ Jo's far too astute not to think about it. ]
Oh, I'm not saying there aren't any benefits. There's a lot of those, too.
[ Enough to make one not think about much more than the wrapping paper. As noted. ]
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