alejandro and jovie

Who: Alejandro to Jovie
When: 2:14PM

Hey. It's Alex. Call me back to let me know you're alive.


Who: Alejandro to Jovie (again)
When: 2:17PM

In case you care, I'm starting back at work tomorrow.

Who: Jovie and Alex
When: Just before dawn
Where: Jovie's bedroom

The sun was barely coming over the horizon when Jovie stirred. She was a fairly deep sleeper most nights - unless she had overnight company. There was something that kept her almost on edge, bracing herself for something she couldn't really pinpoint. It was like she was never one hundred percent comfortable that she could slip into the kind of sleep that left her feeling rested the next morning. Last night was one of those nights. Alex had stayed over, which she didn't mind, given what they had been up to most of the evening. But he had also been there since the early evening when she'd made him dinner and finally confirmed what he was. Thankfully she hadn't picked up any desire to murder her coming from his mind, so she hadn't minded the company. Until now. It was becoming a bit too - comfortable - having him there, which meant it was time for him to go.

Jovie nudged him sleepily with her foot under the sheets. "Time to go, Alex..." She yawned and cracked open her eyes to roll over and push him out of bed if she had to - broken leg or not. Unfortunately she didn't even have time to do that, given the dark shadows surrounding her bed. Jovie shrieked, struggling to untangle herself from the sheets in the process.

Who: Jovie and Alex
Where: Babylon, then Jovie's apartment
When: About 4PM

It took every ounce of willpower that Jovie possessed not to track down Alex after staying up for most the night reading the books she'd bought from Nevermore. She had one email awaiting her by the time she closed down her shop and returned home for the evening - confirming what the books and her suspicions had begun to expect about the Mourning Star. She wasn't ready to assume that Alex was an ascended demon. Or a fallen angel. For all she knew, he could have known someone who was one or the other - a friend, perhaps. Family. An ex-lover. A current lover even. Jovie knew better than to march into Babylon while he worked and demand answers. No, she didn't think it terribly wise to do that in a bar full of people. She was fairly certain Alex wouldn't appreciate it either. So after showering and dressing in a simple, white cotton day dress, Jovie went into work for a few hours, trying to concentrate on selling her jewelry, before the time came for her to leave. She locked up and walked to Babylon. She knew Alex's shift was ending, which was perfect for her. Unless he had his little toy with him - then she would have to make sure she maintained enough distance that she didn't blab about everything she had done and read about the day before.

Who: Alejandro and Jovie
Where: Random coffee shop
When: Late afternoon

The coffee shop was all but empty, the storm raging outside, and Alejandro liked it that way. There were no mirrors here, no staring shadows, and nobody demanding his time. He'd gotten off work-- thank fucking god-- went home long enough to grab all the books he'd bought and headed out into the storm. In his car, the beat up old Lincoln that had been all he could afford, since walking was out of the question.

Fucking cast. Fucking Acherus. Fucking Mourning Star.

Who: Alejandro and Jovie
Where: Babylon, where else?
When: Early evening

Tonight, Alejandro was very not happy to be at work. He had to be at work, because he had to pay the bills and he had to keep his job and he really had to get to Nevermore to look at what they had, there, but he wasn't letting himself until he was no longer in the red financially. And he had no idea how much getting a cast put on his shattered foot would wind up costing, but he hadn't had a choice, if he wanted it to heal at all. Already the doctor had warned him he might wind up with a permanent limp, and he would wind up with a slightly disfigured foot.

Fucking Mourning Star. Not acceptable.

Who: Jovie and Alex
Where: Babylon
When: Late Afternoon, shortly after this scene

After the kind of night Jovie had, the last thing she had intended to do was sit inside her apartment all day. Her store was a wreck, a lot of her inventory gone - not that she minded all that much seeing as how she'd love to see the kind of effect the curses would have on those blood sucking bastards - but her computer was probably ruined, though Nerd Genius in the apartment above her could salvage at least the data, and there was so much mess in her shop that she had said 'fuck it' after twenty minutes of cleaning and had headed out. She went to Babylon without even thinking. It would be open, she knew, and hopefully untouched by all the chaos. Plus, a tiny part of her wanted to see if Alex was working - just to make sure he was alive. Not that she had given him much thought at all since all of the destruction started happening, but after nearly five days of it, she figured she might as well check on him, seeing as he was one of the only people in town she knew.

She wandered into Babylon, spotted him immediately behind the counter, and headed directly for a seat at the bar. "I need something really strong," she instructed him, setting her purse on the counter beside her.

Who: Jovie and Alex
When: Early morning
Where: Jovie's Apartment

Jovie woke up as the light began to filter through her bedroom window. Granted, it was dull light. Gray and tiring. Which meant rain. It also meant she didn't want to get out of bed. She was comfortable, and sated and wouldn't mind just sleeping the day away. Which was one of the many bonuses of being your own boss. If she didn't feel like opening her store, she simply didn't. Stretching a tiny bit under the sheets, she turned to glance at Alex's sleeping form. She had considered making him leave once their evening had come to an extremely enjoyable end, but she decided to take pity on the poor guy and let him stay over. Walking home in the middle of the night after some extremely physical sex probably wouldn't have been the kindest thing to do. Turning away, she slid from her bed and grabbed her silk robe to pull it on. Coffee beckoned and she left the bedroom to head toward the kitchen. Hopefully he would be up and dressed before too long. As much fun as she had with him, she had things to do and was still trying to decide whether or not to go into work for awhile. Opening the front door, she grabbed the newspaper, tossed it onto her kitchen table and began to brew the coffee.

Who: Alejandro and Jovie
Where: Kalos Jewelry, and then out
When: 8PM

Heeding Jovie's suggestion, Alejandro came to her shop in torn jeans and an old but still serviceable-- and well-fitting-- t-shirt. After a whole day and a half of internal debate, he'd also left the block at home. There would've been no way he could've concealed that he had it on him, no way he could've kept his distance from her, and nowhere he could've put his jacket with it in his pocket that would've been out of the way and still been accessible-- and safe. He couldn't risk that thing being stolen, it was too valuable.

And since he wanted this little meeting too much to simply not go, he'd had to trust that she'd stay out of his mind. And since he couldn't trust that she'd stay out of his mind, he'd just be watching very carefully what he thought, and watching his thoughts very carefully in case it was possible to notice when a telepath was listening in. He didn't know enough about them to even guess-- just enough to get himself in trouble.

So he wandered into her shop protection-less, keeping his suspicion and wariness hidden behind a cocky grin as his eyes sought her out.

Who: Alejandro and Jovie
Where: Kalos Jewelry Shop
When: Around lunchtime

Alejandro was surprisingly lonely after a day with no one in his house but himself. He'd gotten used to the little sounds of having another person there, the occasional whispers of conversation when Jezebelle emerged from her basement room and came and went for school and visiting friends. The young fae had gone back to the Dreaming and her mother in the light of all the murders and disappearances and whatever-the-hell else that seemed to be taking over Marquette lately, and Alejandro was a little disturbed with himself to find that he missed her.

So, since he didn't work until the evening-- shitty shifts for the new man, of course; no one went to a bar on a Tuesday evening-- after a lazy morning of sleeping in he kicked himself out of the empty house and went for a walk. It was a dreary sort of day, though not actually raining this time, which suited his mood. He had the stupid block in his pocket, given he kept forgetting to take it out when he tossed his jacket onto the back of a chair or something at the end of the day, so he made extra sure to keep his distance from people.

One store gave him pause as he spotted it, though. It was a jewelry store, and the name rang a bell. It took him a minute to remember Jovie's store, match up the name, and realize he'd forgotten to stop by after Jezebelle's unexpected departure had thrown him off.

Well, it was something to do, and might cheer him up, so the ex-angel headed across the street and pushed the door open.

Who: Alejandro and Jovie
Where: Phone
When: Late morning

Days off, while not actually earning any money, were still good things. Especially when the days on completely made up for the days off. Alejandro spent most of the morning sleeping, just because he could, but once he'd gotten up, showered, and wolfed down some breakfast, he had a whole day ahead of him with... hmmm, nothing really to do. Jezebelle wasn't even in. It was a gorgeous day-- bah-- but the thought of going out in all that sunlight made his head hurt, so he dropped the curtain again after his peek out and retreated to the couch.

That was about when he remembered he had someone to call. A certain telepath-- whose skills surely couldn't reach all the way across town to his house, right?-- who had given him her card, her name, and her number. He'd put the card... where. Somewhere around here. He'd have to find it.

Ten minutes later, after sorting through a stack of papers by the door, another stack on the kitchen table, and the smallest stack on coffee table by the couch, Alejandro'd come up with the card. He needed to watch where he tossed things at the end of the day, seriously. So he settled back onto the couch, punched in her number, and waited for the pick-up.

Who: Alejandro and Jovie
Where: Babylon
When: Late afternoon

Alejandro's shift was almost over-- and thank god for that. It was just starting to pick up at the bar, which was actually reason to want to stick around to get better tips, except the idea of being around a crowd of people when everyone was being as ridiculously talkative as the few customers that morning had been-- and as they had been the previous day, and like Peyton, and Anton-- was overwhelming. What had been funny or even useful with a couple people became a huge pain with a lot of people. Especially when they realized they were talking a mile a minute about whatever was running through their fucking heads.

And it was definitely him. He didn't know why or how, but his best guess was someone had put a spell on him as a joke. It started when he got within a few feet of someone-- he'd experimented, actually, with the exact distance. If he pressed himself back against the shelves behind the bar, it stopped, but he couldn't work like that. So he put up with it, and watched the clock until he got to leave.

When a new customer came in, though, he had to plaster on a smile and play nice.

Half an hour to go....