( Call it the buddy system. Other than Stiles, Constantine is a friend in this town. Ally. He's - someone. Either way, he leaves him the voice mail as he makes his way out of Stiles' townhouse. )
This guy on the network isn't quite right. He says he was stabbed by something wooden, but he also jokes about stabbing others. He calls it poking. He's around the Hart Mart. ( Which just sounds like he's... informing Constantine. So. Here. He'll say more. ) I'm going.
This guy on the network isn't quite right. He says he was stabbed by something wooden, but he also jokes about stabbing others. He calls it poking. He's around the Hart Mart. ( Which just sounds like he's... informing Constantine. So. Here. He'll say more. ) I'm going.
action - sometime during mid-march, as discussed - cw: bad ideas
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2020-03-23 09:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Though his usual demeanour might suggest otherwise, Grady isn't a fan of drinking alone. Before everything happened (he's starting to think of it as the "Before Death" time), he hadn't been much of a fan of drinking, period. He can't handle it well, ends up in pain and regretting it more often than not, though admittedly he does enjoy the chance to kvetch about it afterwards. But now, things are different in so many ways, most of them more painful than a simple hangover, so he reasons he might as well give it a chance.
He's not so much sprawled over the booth that happens to be in the darkest corner of the Hair of The Dog, but he's making the most of what room he has, feet up on the seats opposite and one arm stretched out, fingers drumming idly on the polished wood. He's drawing circles in spilled beer on the tabletop as he squints across the miniature cityscape of empty bottles and glasses at his new friend.
"So when you say magic you mean like.." He waves a hand in what's probably supposed to be an eloquent gesture. "Not like.. bunnies out of hats."
He's not so much sprawled over the booth that happens to be in the darkest corner of the Hair of The Dog, but he's making the most of what room he has, feet up on the seats opposite and one arm stretched out, fingers drumming idly on the polished wood. He's drawing circles in spilled beer on the tabletop as he squints across the miniature cityscape of empty bottles and glasses at his new friend.
"So when you say magic you mean like.." He waves a hand in what's probably supposed to be an eloquent gesture. "Not like.. bunnies out of hats."
All right, yeah! I heard it the first time.
[ He remembers cutting River's hair yesterday. He remembers trying to get hold of Bucky to get him to come join him for drinks and then a vague recollection of the bloke getting him home. Then they fell asleep in bed. Just---like that. Blood weird day it was.
Not the worst birthday ever but he was feeling it now, wasn't he? The door goes again. ]
I'm not bloody deaf!
[ Oh, but he wishes he'd stopped for his sunglasses before he'd opened the door. John winces, hand up to shield his eyes as they adjust. Except when he realizes who it is---Bollocks.]
Oh, you are joking me you couldn't even manage the stairs last time.
[ This stupid town messing with his magic. Now this smug tosser is standing on his porch like he may as well own it. No point in fighting it and he hasn't got the energy. He steps back, gesturing that he should come in. ]
Yeah, okay. Don't say I don't ever do anything for you. Just careful what you touch.
[ He remembers cutting River's hair yesterday. He remembers trying to get hold of Bucky to get him to come join him for drinks and then a vague recollection of the bloke getting him home. Then they fell asleep in bed. Just---like that. Blood weird day it was.
Not the worst birthday ever but he was feeling it now, wasn't he? The door goes again. ]
I'm not bloody deaf!
[ Oh, but he wishes he'd stopped for his sunglasses before he'd opened the door. John winces, hand up to shield his eyes as they adjust. Except when he realizes who it is---Bollocks.]
Oh, you are joking me you couldn't even manage the stairs last time.
[ This stupid town messing with his magic. Now this smug tosser is standing on his porch like he may as well own it. No point in fighting it and he hasn't got the energy. He steps back, gesturing that he should come in. ]
Yeah, okay. Don't say I don't ever do anything for you. Just careful what you touch.
[ Sent at some ungodly hour that's technically more morning than night. ]
Hey what are you doing
Hey what are you doing
Hestia's shown up on my doorstep. Did you leave the door open?
[Sleeping Beauty woke up and went looking for John, but hasn't found him. Logically texting him makes sense.]
Hey John, what the heck is going on in this place?
I'm awake, I think. Where are you?
Hey John, what the heck is going on in this place?
I'm awake, I think. Where are you?
[ There's the sound of chewing, then Mick burbs and it disconnects. ]
let me know when you're back? I'll bring you soup and supplies to sleep off the symptoms.
you'd better come back, asshole.
you'd better come back, asshole.
[After experiencing a kind of euphoria Skye has never experienced before. The reality of her actions was crushing. She said yes to marrying Bucky and, it was the happiest she's ever felt in her life. It felt right, but now, Skye is having doubts. Not because she doesn't love him, because she does, but anytime she's ever gotten close to someone it's always ended badly.
The self-sabotaging was real.
Not knowing anyone else she can turn to, Skye ends up on John's doorstep. It's rather late and the day and, she didn't exactly get the greatest night's sleep the night before. Knocking on his door, Skye fidgets with the ring that was once the wedding ring of Bucky's mother.]
The self-sabotaging was real.
Not knowing anyone else she can turn to, Skye ends up on John's doorstep. It's rather late and the day and, she didn't exactly get the greatest night's sleep the night before. Knocking on his door, Skye fidgets with the ring that was once the wedding ring of Bucky's mother.]
In early October, a gift will be left on their doorstep, or in their mailbox. There's two items here, a small box and a bottle of something called 'Firewhisky'. Inside the small box, wrapped in silvery paper, is a Sneakoscope — is a glass spinning top that stands upright when placed on a surface.
There is a note from Luna which reads the following:
Dear Mr. Constantine,
This is a Sneakoscope, a magical item from my world. It is known as a 'dark detector' and will light up, whistle and spin when it detects that someone untrustworthy is nearby, or if they're doing something deceptive. I hope you'll find it of use in Deerington. I also thought you might like a bottle of Firewhiskey, a drink from home. I've heard it does cause a little burning sensation when drunk, but it's said to fill one with courage. Sláinte!
From Luna.
[ John will find at his shop behind the front desk a small package wrapped in brown paper. Inside it is a Pentacle of Stars. A note is inside with the message written; ]
John, got this in my Basket labeled with your name. Not hugely sure what it does other than it's got some weird powers to it. Figured you could use it.
-Glitch
John, got this in my Basket labeled with your name. Not hugely sure what it does other than it's got some weird powers to it. Figured you could use it.
-Glitch
[ To say October was Hell would be putting it lightly. As the days of November trickle in along with the light dusting of snow, the healing process begins. It's slow-going, for all of them, but there's someone Peter thinks to in particular. Someone who had gone through.... something truly awful. ]
Hey John, it's Peter, just checking in.
How's it going?
Hey John, it's Peter, just checking in.
How's it going?
[ It's a few days into November before she comes bearing a new batch of potions. She carries a small chest of potions in her arms: sleeping draughts and calming potions, to replenish any stocks she'd supplied John here and there over the course of the month. It'd be nice to try some other potions but she's not sure what to try making next, and her ingredients are finite.
She'd come sooner but in all honesty, she's mostly been sleeping and even looking forward to returning to school again. The new shift in the town is concerning: the lack of rivers and reservoir have been met with a gentle sadness; and the appearance of sinkholes is a little worrying.
But... one thing at a time. It's important to recover, to pick up the pieces after October. Last year had very much been the same, but she's fortunate to have survived both months mostly unharmed. She's helped people get some sleep this last month, and more importantly, she's managed to keep a certain demon king and the boy he's inhabiting relatively safe.
So she's... relatively chipper, all things considering. ]
Mr. Constantine—? [ Sorry, John. Can't get away from that just yet. She's a stickler for it. ] It's Luna, I have your new potions—!
She'd come sooner but in all honesty, she's mostly been sleeping and even looking forward to returning to school again. The new shift in the town is concerning: the lack of rivers and reservoir have been met with a gentle sadness; and the appearance of sinkholes is a little worrying.
But... one thing at a time. It's important to recover, to pick up the pieces after October. Last year had very much been the same, but she's fortunate to have survived both months mostly unharmed. She's helped people get some sleep this last month, and more importantly, she's managed to keep a certain demon king and the boy he's inhabiting relatively safe.
So she's... relatively chipper, all things considering. ]
Mr. Constantine—? [ Sorry, John. Can't get away from that just yet. She's a stickler for it. ] It's Luna, I have your new potions—!
[ It's a strange cocktail mixture of panic and pain pressing up in him, static buzzing in his head, muffling out the sounds and thoughts of anything else. Peter's just left Luna's, been thrown out more like, and she's— ]
There's something wrong with Luna
She's changed and
I don't know what to do
I'm really scared
[ He's really scared and it's John his panic and hurt comes to first. ]
There's something wrong with Luna
She's changed and
I don't know what to do
I'm really scared
[ He's really scared and it's John his panic and hurt comes to first. ]
[ enjoy this flyer getting sent to ur fluid, mate. he has no real clue ur bangin his dad so enjoy. ]
Edited 2020-11-23 00:43 (UTC)
Yeah, I think you're right.
[ His voice carries through the door as he approaches it, but who is he talking to. ]
Only an idiot coward would hide out like that. House'll be empty, because he wouldn't fucking dare.
[ Is the door locked or not? It doesn't matter because Mick's kicking it in with a heavy booted thump-crash and then Mick's walking in to find John in a lump of self-pity. Cute. ]
'Sides, who'd want to hide out in a house with no door?
[ His voice carries through the door as he approaches it, but who is he talking to. ]
Only an idiot coward would hide out like that. House'll be empty, because he wouldn't fucking dare.
[ Is the door locked or not? It doesn't matter because Mick's kicking it in with a heavy booted thump-crash and then Mick's walking in to find John in a lump of self-pity. Cute. ]
'Sides, who'd want to hide out in a house with no door?
[ Booker's moved Sara's body from the side of the gas station to a backroom nearby, the spear left behind next to the wall and a puddle of her blood. the fuckers got what they wanted, they should leave them alone now, but he's not going to risk it. he's not letting them get her body.
his head is still ringing, a thin trail of blood at the back of his skull, one ear still deaf; every thought weighs heavy, but he's turned despondent. he doesn't know what to do with her body - he knows he's detached, the panic and the desperation turning cold along with her fingers, that part of him closed with a delicate, thin layer of disassociation.
she has friends here, only one he knows by name; he looks through her Fluid for someone to call, someone to tell, and sees dozens of phone calls to one number in particular. might as well give that one a shot. ]
[ Of course John's not picking up. But it is what it is and Herc's leaving him a message anyway, voice labored and cracking with exhaustion. ]
Got trouble in town. Blue-eyed zombie-type bastards. Regular weapons don't work on them, but I managed to stab one with one of the bones I carved from last month, and that got rid of it.
[ A shaky exhale and inhale, then, far more gently: ]
I'm not gonna be around for a bit, so watch your back, Connie, because I won't be able to do it for you. Don't do anything stupid. Keep Hestia inside.
[ Holidays aren't exactly relevant to his brand of demon, but Paimon's curiosity and desire to learn have had him very interested in what's going on with this. When he learned it was a time of giving, it's definitely been on his radar. Maintaining his bonds with others in this place is extremely important for him; he often bestows little gifts to people. Now here's a time designated for that.
He's been practicing his art, and he's evolved to making more detailed miniatures again (something a past self used to do.....) Delivered sometime on the 25th, left on the porch, is a figure:
The little doll is very intricately made, comprised of different pieces and parts of random things he's been collecting over time, glued and fastened together. The whole bird theme continues to be important for Paimon, but at least he didn't use actual bird parts for this..... Happy Holidays, Exorcist Dad. 👑 ]
He's been practicing his art, and he's evolved to making more detailed miniatures again (something a past self used to do.....) Delivered sometime on the 25th, left on the porch, is a figure:
The little doll is very intricately made, comprised of different pieces and parts of random things he's been collecting over time, glued and fastened together. The whole bird theme continues to be important for Paimon, but at least he didn't use actual bird parts for this..... Happy Holidays, Exorcist Dad. 👑 ]
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