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 ( Read more... )

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 ( Read more... )

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 ( Read more... )

Coming slowly awake, Jo realised that something was wrong. She wasn't quite sure what, just that something was.

Like the bed was smaller, and her clothes were tighter.

And her chest was...flatter.

Frowning, she lifted up the sheet.

"The hell?"

[open. especially to anyone who might have a reason to be there]

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]

Stretching as she woke up and rolled out of bed, Jo was shocked when she fell several times her height to the floor. It seemed that overnight her bed (and room) had grown enormous ( Read more... )

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.

Happy and more than a little giddy from the champagne, Jo tugged on Luke's hand as she got the door open. "After you."

That was only polite after all.

[For the boyfriend and likely to get NWS in the comments]

Jo frowned as she looked at the message from Ash in her email ( Read more... )