Just a girl whose intentions are good

The roadhouse had been closed all day, but that didn't mean Jo had gotten a day off, instead she and Mom had spent the entire morning, afternoon, and evening recarving various signs and sigils and laying down salt lines. Then Ash had gotten the brilliant idea of mixing salt and holy water into paint for a more permanent effect, and guess who got to put that to good use.

"Are you sure this is even going to work?" she asked, propping the stepladder against the wall. "This isn't how normal people spend the week before Easter."

Ellen lightly cuffed the back of Jo's head. "You had your chance for normal and ran screaming from it. I don't say anything about your damn fool hunting." As much. These Days. Right now didn't count. "You don't say anything about having to help with the wards. Besides it's April Fool's tomorrow, which means tricksters and..."

"And we don't want to leave any cracks because they'll see it as an open invitation," Jo finished with a sigh. "Hand me the paintbrush."

"Look, Rens, right?" Jo said, leaning on her shovel handle. "All I'm saying is you shouldn't have been surprised at the reaction is all."

The whip-poor-will currently perched on the headstone of the grave she was digging up preened his feathers in a huff before replying. "You I expected it from, just practical is all, but I didn't think I'd get a dousing from Ellen too."

"Then maybe you should have waited to bring up the whole demon thing until we were both in the same room, would have meant waiting a whole five minutes."

"Daemon."

"They sound the same from where I'm standing." The shovel made a thudding noise. "Reached the casket."

"Good," Rens said, fluttering down to the graveside to grab the bag of salt with his talons. "Let's torch the bastard."

Jo grunted as she heaved yet another shovelful of dirt out of the grave, narrowly missing Jet who stood by the side of the hole, tail wagging, paws caked with mud from 'helping' her earlier.

"You reached it yet?"

She took a moment to wipe the sweat off her forehead before replying "Not yet, Mom."

"Well hurry it up," Ellen said, glancing down into the grave. "We want to be out of here before sun-up."

"I'm going as fast as I can, so unless you've got a backhoe in your pocket it's not going to get dug up any faster."

"Don't you sass me, Joanna Beth Harvelle." It was never a good sign when Ellen broke out the full name, even when she wasn't armed. "You're the one who insisted on this damn fool idea."

"You're the one who insisted on coming along," Jo muttered, just loud enough for her mother to hear.

"That's because someone has to keep you from getting killed."

Any reply Jo made was lost in the cracking and splintering as Jo's shovel hit wood instead of dirt. "Found it."

"Here." Ellen handed Jo down a carton and a bottle. "And I'd like to point out that if you'd listened to me we'd be drinking that instead of using it as accelerant."

Three and a half years was more than enough time to acquire a lot of stuff, which was why Jo had spend most of the past few weeks methodically stripping her room and sending anything she wanted to keep back to the roadhouse.

Now she was left with an empty room, a bag with several changes of clothes (and absoltely no weapons, honest!), and a dog lying on the bed with a doleful expression on his face.

[Open door, open post. Jo's last one in Fandom, woooooooooooooe.]

Jo had been lying low for the past week, giving the influx of newbies a chance to get used to the place before she ventured out. Of course the thing about lying low for newbie week was you missed all the boggling as they realised the kind of place they gotten themselves sent.

Which why was the door was open and she was tossing a ball out into the hallway, for Jet to chase and (hopefully) return.

[For the boy, but open.]

Jo hadn't made it as far as the bed before falling asleep last night.

In fact she hadn't even made it all the way into the room.

Which was why she currently lay half-in half-out of the doorway, her eyes moving rapidly under closed eyelids, while Jet sat next to her whining.

[for one!]

"Jet, come on, time for a walk," Jo said impatiently, not for the first time. Jet, for his part, was much more interested in barking at the vent. Sighing, she came over to Jet and clipped his lead on.

She tilted her head curiously at the vent, and reached up to lever the grate off. She barely had time to finish saying "What's got you so worked up?" before getting a faceful of gremlin and a shoulderful of teeth.

When Jill Monroe opened the door, the gremlin took advantage of the opportunity to wriggle though the gap and fled down the hall, pursued by Jet.

Taking off in the opposite direction, Jill jogged down the hall. Slowly. Without a bra.

[Follows this. Establishly.]

Jo was smiling as she finished getting her room ready before Luke came over.

Her good mood might have had a lot to do with the bunch of flowers that took up a prominent place on her desk right now.

[For the boy and SP]

Jo had been taking very good care of Luke ever since he'd turned into a figure.

She hadn't even been tempted by the fact he was both fully-poseable and just the right size to fit into most Barbie clothes. Really.

Ignore the camera.

Jo frowned as she looked at the message from Ash in her email.

Or rather she frowned at all the attachments his email had. There was something there, some sort of pattern she was picking up on, something that needed a hunter.

So naturally, instead of picking up the phone, or forwarding the email to Uncle John, she started packing a duffel and sent a reply back to Ash.

As she headed down to the causeway, she pulled out her phone and left a message.

[ooc: Establishy, not for interaction. See availability post here for more info.]