Just a girl whose intentions are good

If you'd asked her yesterday morning, Jo would have said that she'd reached a point where Fandom couldn't surprise her any more.

Then her dad had shown up, and suggested she and Edmund go to dinner with him.

Mom had never mentioned he was so good at interrogations.

[For the fellow interrogatee. Getting NWS in comments]

After checking herself in the mirror one final time, Jo busied herself with carefully laying a rug out on the floor. A task made somewhat harder by the fact Jet considered putting himself under it and on top of it a great game, but finally the rug was on the floor, the dog wasn't on the rug, and the tv was facing the rug.

Now Jo need just one more thing, and she most certainly didn't keep glancing towards the clock as she waited for him to arrive.

[For the Narnian King.]

"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.

After smoothing down her dress, the first dress she worn since, well, ever, Jo went to put her boots on and stared. "Oh crap."

She mightn't be a fashion horse, but even she could tell they didn't really go with the dress. Oh well, hopefully nobody would be looking at her feet.

Jo wasn't too nervous as she got ready to go to Caritas with Chris, and if she was she was putting it all down to the possibility of the zombie band trying to eat their brains.

Really.

[ooc: for neurotic_witch, but open beforehand.]

Having handed in her knives and received her room key, Jo made her way up to her new dorm room. Tossing her duffel onto the bed closest to the window, she started pulling out the supplies she needed to ward the room.

What? Just because Mom didn't want her hunting didn't mean she hadn't taught her that much at least.

[ooc: open! Especially if you're the roomie.]