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... )

"I can't believe we're doing this," Jo said from where she was laid out on her belly, rifle propped against the side of the hill aimed at the gravestones ( Read more... )

"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 ( Read more... )

Hair tangled, clothes covered in dirt, skin scraped and bruised, smelling suspiciously of smoke, Jo made her way back to her dorm room. Stupid ghosts that only decided to show themselves one day every four years, and to cap it off she still had an essay to write ( Read more... )

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 ( Read more... )

Jo eyed the ringing phone as if it was going to bite her before answering ( 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... )

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]

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 ( Read more... )

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 ( Read more... )