Just a smalltown girl...

In any other situation, Bo would be rolling her eyes at the fact that Portalocity had never taken her off their spammy mailing list as requested.

When the message came through today, though, she couldn't help but a) be grateful they hadn't, b) freak the hell out, c) feel oddly guilty for yelling at them over something so miniscule, d) freak the hell out, and e) hit the internet even harder for anything she could find on these Auditor things Zoe had been told about.

Could they possibly be Fae? Except she wouldn't find that out on the web, because the Fae were all about keeping themselves a secret in her world.

Aaaand now she'd be slapping her forehead and pulling out her cell, because she knew someone who could tell her that, didn't she.

Aaaand now she'd be listening to what should have been Saskia's voicemail message say "Le numéro composé n'est pas en service..."

Aaaand now she'd be saying "Merde, merde, merde," only not in French.

[Open office is open!]

Devil's Nest (Joan, Guy)
Twitter (Jaina)
Devil's Nest (Kenzi, Guy, Jono)

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, God, what did I drink?" was Bo's first question slash blanket-muffled moan. Though surprisingly that was mostly about how exhausted she was - no hangover to speak of. The taste in her mouth, though... "What did I eat?"

Bo really, really, really hoped, as the events of the weekend tried to crawl back into her conscious memory, that she was asking those questions out loud because she could sense someone's chi nearby, and not because she was going to have to change the pronoun in the previous question to who.

[OOC: for a slightly less wee guest!]

Saturday: Devil's Nest (Loki, Eric)
Sunday: Theatre (Mitchell)

Fall Break
Monday: Jake | Ramona and Topher
Tuesday: Habitat for Humanity
Thursday: NOT KISSING THE FISH, JAKE (Kenzi, Jake)
Friday: Spa

Saturday: Homecoming
Friday: Fluffy Bunny Crime Scene (Kenzi, Bart)
Saturday: Devil's Nest
Saturday: Devil's Nest (Tyrion)
Sunday: Theatre (Mitchell)

Spending the day replaying the public security footage from Parents' Weekend for her own entertainment was in no way a wrong thing, right? After all, it gave Bo something to snortle over, identified the hot relatives she'd missed meeting, and distracted her still-racing thoughts from the impressive amount of bombshells that last weekend had managed to drop on her despite not having any family of her own to deal with.

Of course, the postcard on her desk counteracted the distraction effect every time she glanced at it, but it still made her grin.

[Open is as open does. LJ, though, is as LJ does, so.]

Bo didn't like that a weekend wakeup -- before she even opened her eyes -- of "at least it couldn't be worse than last Saturday" was starting to become habitual.

Know what she disliked even more than that? When she was wrong.

"What the *&^*&$&^%&(^%)*_^)$&%^$&*^%&^%^&*@@@?!1!?" She said it before the mirror, she said it to the mirror, she said it after the mirror. Then to her closet -- how the hell was she going to go to work like this? -- but by that time she'd at least managed to cut off the What the...

Then she said, "*&^*&$&^%&(^%)*_^)$&%^$&*^%&^%^&*@@@?!1! I need pants!" but that was to her phone.

[OOC: for the dude on the other end of the line.]

Three-Minute Dates: Steve, Herc, Alex, Columbus, Guy
Aftermath: Kenzi and Alex, Guy
WELL THAT WENT WELL. (Guy)

Bo had spent a lot of this week cleaning up the mess that last week had created, but she hadn't got anyone to come in and do the big repair job yet. No, not the one on her brain where she paid somebody to make her forget everything that happened between Friday and Monday. The one at the back of the hardware store, where right now there was a vaguely Bo-and-Mitchell-shaped hole in the wall.

Last night she'd at least managed to drag the big chunks of fallen masonry out to the scrapyard, but the hole itself was temporarily blocked with a bookcase and waiting on a call-back from the mainland, while Bo slept the happy, exhausted sleep of the dragged-masonry-to-the-scrapyard-last-night.

Or did she? Dun dun DUUUUUN...

[OOC: for an uninvited guest!]

"Deb" (whose name was by no means Deb, and thank God she remembered that now, because sgajdhgakjdh what a freaking stupid name) leaned back against the brick wall and took a long, slow drag on her cigarette. One of her last three cigarettes. The one spluttering street lamp cast dull, intermittent reflections in the leather jacket that she wrapped closely around her against the cooling night.

Don't ask where she got a leather jacket; when someone from Costume hands you something, you wear it. Even over a flight-attendant uniform.

Three cigarettes. Well, two and a half now. What was she going to do when they ran out? What? Would her memories of who she truly was disappear back into the withdrawal-crazed cover-story that was "Deb" or was that recovery a permanent one?

What was the cargo on that flight, and had it been destroyed along with most of the passengers, or was it even now in the hands of the Skywalkers or the Starks, either of which could spell certain doom for the world if they realized what they held? ...Not that she remembered what it was.

Sigh. Two and a quarter cigarettes left.

[OOC: for one who ...possibly knows who he is? Probably. This weekend, who can tell?]

Welcome Picnic, Fall 2011 (Jamie)
Devil's Nest (Neil, Kenzi, Tyrion)
Caritas (Kenzi)

Bo was not chortling as she reviewed the outdoor security footage from last week, because that would be mean.

She was trying to figure out how to instruct the system to FREAKING CALL HER when it identified things like someone hanging naked from the side of the dorms.

And snickering a little.

Which was not chortling.

At all.

[OOC: Raccoonmodding by permission, open to all!]

For the sake of the one actual new player who's arrived since the last time I did one. ;-)

Here on the island:

( The small-town girl in the big wide world: Bo Jones, Townie and Security Officer )
(Is that a fake lj-cut you see before you? Why yes, yes it is.)

Off in the universe:

( The boy next door if you live next door to THE FUTURE: Xander Carson, nee' Harris, Class of 2006 )

( The girl next door if you live next door to Missouri: Francine Peters, Class of 2010 )


( Oh yeah, me. )

Voicemail (Kenzi)
Town Hall Meeting (Kenzi)
World's Worst Saturday (Kenzi, Kate-with-the-sword)
Phone Call (Kenzi)
MST3K (Mitchell)
Disney (Kenzi)
Devil's Nest
Devil's Nest (Dick)

The wake-up routine for unfamiliar places was so painfully familiar to Bo that she could run through it in seconds, before she even opened her eyes.

Where: bed (not mine)
Somebody else in it? (yes)
Somebody dead? (.......................)

Okay, that one required a little thought this time, which was hard because not quite awake, but getting there enough to smile when the complicated yes filtered into her consciousness. Mmmm, vampires, and mmmmm, gray skin disappearing so fast that the only reason Mitchell hadn't stopped the proceedings to stare at her was hi, Proceedings, thank you very much.

So there was that, which explained the relaxed, glowy, ready-to-bounce-out-of-bed-anytime-now.... way that Bo didn't feel at all. Even opening her eyes seemed like an effort, and when she did, she regretted it because the room was somehow too bright. The hell?

Stumbling (sans sheet because somebody had it twisted around his legs) to the bathroom could be a thing, since it wasn't like that somebody needed a mirror in his bedroom. Stumbling both because she was keeping her eyes slitted shut and because the flu-y ache was back with a vengeance.

Almost like something that wasn't Bo wasn't at all happy with her erasing the signs of its presence in her body, and had spent the night going oh yeah? Heal THIS, biotch. But that couldn't happen, right? That wasn't the way her power worked.

Right. Bathroom. No light needed. Mirror.

"FUUUUUUUUU--"

[OOC: establishy, vampire-modding with permission!]

Mitchell might not be forced to sleep while the sun was up like certain other vampires, but Bo still waited until twilight fell to walk over to his place. While the sun was up and the students were still moving around the grounds, she'd felt like she ought to stay close to the cameras and the school, just in case Kenzi's scenario of rampaging razor-toothed deer breaching the walls turned into more than an attempt to ditch class.

Yeah, so, um. That gun on Bo's hip, the one she'd snatched from a cranked-up mugger what seemed like half a lifetime ago? She hadn't seen any more razor-toothed deer on the way to Mitchell's, but if one came her way, she wasn't going after it with a security-issue blunt-ended phallic symbol.

Her knock at the door was a little bit nervous, and a little bit dull. That would be the gloves.

[OOC: For the resident, modded with his permission, and eeeeeeeepic SP.]

Bo was rubbing her neck with one hand and leaning on the other as she watched the screen that covered the area just outside the north gate, so you couldn't really blame her for the fact that she hadn't yet noticed how her hands looked. She had other things to pay attention to.

First, the unfamiliar flu-like ache she'd woken up with in most of her joints; she didn't really ever get sick anymore, or at least not for long. Once she'd fed, any injury or illness was wiped away along with the weakness and hunger that had driven her there in the first place. It had been long enough that feeling a bit peaky wasn't out of the question, and Bo certainly knew how to solve that, but...

Second and more immediate, the small bluish deer who'd set off the motion detector, now nosing around the security camera, eating... what kind of plant was that? Whatever it was, the deer was tearing into the mass of green with more relish than Bo had seen people tear into a sixty-dollar steak. Wait, was that branch moving?

Somewhere there was a button that would rotate the camera so she could get a better view, and another that would turn up the sound; it was only when Bo reached for them that she caught sight of her hands in the light from the bank of screens, and stared. No wonder her joints hurt; the knuckles were swollen, the skin over them silvery and tight, while other patches between her fingers were rough and dark gray, scabbed like she'd punched a wall three or four times -- in a black and white movie.

She'd have stared stupidly at her own hands for even longer if one of them hadn't been stabbing the volume key; the growls and shrieks that boomed from the speaker were impossible to ignore. Still, it took an embarrassing number of seconds for Bo's brain to process that the thrashing green plant being torn apart by the tiny deer was in fact a thrashing green gremlin being torn apart by a tiny deer.

Oh, good. No, wait. Some other word that started with g. Gross. That was it.

[Open should anyone want to bug her or ask professional questions she can't answer like "WTF is going on?"]

I am off to the wilds of San Diego for the week! Bo, on the other hand paw, is a small marsupial creature whose mates tend to die of exhaustion and whose modding rights go to regretiz4suckas (and chose_humanity / texted3times, as needed). As long as no one feeds her to Bart, we're golden.

Xander and Francine are a) doing their thing elsewhere, and b) both otherwise engaged with partners whose puppetmasters are also at SDCC, so they'll be chilling in THE FUTURE and Saint Louis, as usual.

I'm still around for OOC stuff if needed; just erratically and with five times the usual amount of ditz!

Mystery Sign Theatre (Mitchell)
Devil's Nest (Kenzi, Eric)
Devil's Nest (Eric, Ronan, Guy, that man in black)
Sake Party For.... askjdhaskldjh (Kenzi)
Devil's Nest (Guy, Dick, Kenzi, Eric, The Shirt Off Tiny's Back)
The Campgrounds, aka Really, Fandom? Really? (Anakin, Deadpool, Zoe, Barney)

"Whathefk...THUNK." That was Bo tumbling out of bed in the morning...ish.

Not slow enough on the uptake to miss that she now had hooves...which somehow fit inside her boots and if her best and only pair of thigh-highs was ruined come Monday, someone was going to die, it still took her until she'd clopped over to the mirror to get the complete picture.


"Seriously, Fandom?"

"Seriously?"


[OOC: mostly establishy, but if you're up for some still-have-guestages mega-SP, feel free to drop in.]

Welcome Picnic (Claudia, Hercules, Dick, Kenzi, Guy, Hermione)
Checking Up In (Mitchell)
The Devil's Nest (Kenzi)

When she'd fallen into bed late last night, Bo had thought that after everything that happened yesterday, she'd want to crash until noon. Instead, after a few hours of exhausted sleep, she'd woken at three to stare at the ceiling and think too much (or maybe not enough) about vampires and werewolves and ghosts, oh my.

By the time the hardware store's delivery bell rang at six, she was beyond grateful for the distraction that the package from the Fandom High office provided. Ooh, the job that didn't involve politely explaining to sixteen year olds why they couldn't have a beer. Keys, I.D. badge, a couple of t-shirts, walkie-talkie, flashlight, a pepper-spray-sized bottle of something labeled Gremlin Repellant (with a pink-post-it note attached that read "Works, but Lemon Pledge is cheaper. We hate the smell. Love, Bob."), a handful of increasingly surreal pamphlets, and a map of the school.

Neatly hand-printed over the back end of a large area labeled Fosse's Closet was [SECURITY CENTER]. Less neatly-printed was "Sorry, we keep forgetting it's there; Constable Hotpants has his own teacher office and Dean Head just used his tube."

Bo wasn't sure which she did (or didn't) want somebody to explain first: the hotpants or the tube. Still. One trip over the wall later (what? it was shorter than walking to the gate), she'd made her way up to the school and let herself into an office with a bank of security screens that thankfully didn't remind her too much of the one on which she'd watched Annie disappear, since these were in color.

Also a spinny chair.

Oh, shut up, you'd try it out too.

[Open is as open does. Hush, there was always a security center behind the janitor's closet.]

The werewolves were yelling. The guard posted outside their door was... trying to ignore it, as ordered. They were meant to be safe here, right?

~

Waiting in the dark was all well and good until there were people screaming Help -- from a direction that didn't include Mitchell and Eric. Bo debated going after the vampires for about half a second before shaking her head and heading off toward the shouting instead.

"Something's wrong with Nina!" she heard as she got ( closer to the commotion. )

[Continued from here and here, and followed up here. Preplayed with some Dutch chick and every Skywalker boy ever. Taken from Being Human 2x08. Warning: death of a minor NPC, something-that-might-as-well-be of a major one. Off-island, so NFI/NFB, but OOC is tea and jammy dodgers to the soul.]

Who knew you could not only buy an obscenely large stone bathtub at the market across the causeway, but also hire three strapping half-naked possibly-Greek boys to carry it home for you, all for the low, low price of three Toonies, two quarters and a Ferelden silver coin, while not speaking a word of the language?

Yes, okay, fine. Bo knew. Yes, okay, fine, sometimes Bo cheated. Still, as pleasant as borrowing other people's might be, after weeks in this place, Bo finally had her own bathtub, the merchant had some interesting foreign coins, and even the delivery guys didn't exactly leave the premises unhappy. All's well that ends well, right?

Now all she had to do was figure out how to fill the thing, considering that even with the water and electricity finally turned on (thank you, unexpected second job, thank you), the hardware store didn't exactly have a plumbing hookup for an ancient Minoan bathtub.

Maybe she could hire the Greek himbos to come back and fill it with pots of hot water from the sink?

__
[Expecting some undead, non-Greek himbos gentlemen callers. That Mitchell and Eric were here is fine for broadcast; topics of conversation, probably not. Alllso getting NWS-y after the comment-collapse.]

Finance Class (Eric, Jack Sparrow, Isabela, Kate)
Devil's Nest (Isabela, Eric, Jane)
Finance Class (Eric, Jack Sparrow)
Devil's Nest (Bozo, Columbus, Eric, Isabela, Tony Stark)
Turtle & Canary (Shunsui)
Finance Class (Kate)
Devil's Nest (Isabela, Dick, Jack Priest, Mitchell)
Devil's Nest (Lancelot, Cinderella, Jack Priest, Jason Todd)
Kate is not a vampire except wait
You're offering me a what? (Zoe)
Devil's Nest
Finance Class (Kate)
Devil's Nest (kasjdhaklsjdh SPIDERS)

Of course after all the time she'd spent stuck in this town, it was as easy as walking through a door. Or a gate, or a trellis or whatever it was the clerk from the bakery had rushed out of while Bo was standing near the causeway trying to decide how she was going to pick a Viking. Look for one whose kids had more than the usual number of bruises?

"Where the hell did you come from," when he almost knocked her over, and "Baltimore," with a blink like she was the crazy one for asking, and here she was, in an alley behind a bar on Front Street in the middle of the night.

( Cut for minor violence/inappropriate touching/hungry succubus/you get the idea. )

[Off-island, NFB, etc. Up SUPER early for massive SP, for one who knows who he is, except he doesn't yet. DAMMIT.]