brian

Who: Olivia and Brian
When: About 2pm, shortly before the shift change
Where: Diner

Olivia was back at work. It felt strange after having so many days off, but it was a necessary since she was pretty much broke and rent would be due soon enough. Which meant working - lots and lots of working. She managed it all right, ignoring the customers that pissed her off and chatting up or flirting with the tables that didn't. Anything to get an extra dollar in her tip was worth it. She was relieved not to see Brian - though she wondered how he was against her better judgment. Mya had stayed true to her promise to switch shifts, although Olivia did feel mildly guilty about Brian working night shifts now, unless he had preferred it then perhaps she did him a favor. Wiping down her last table, Olivia returned to the back to pull off her apron and grab her things. Briefly she considered going to see Mathias, but she honestly didn't know if that was entirely a good idea. But when had she been full of good ideas lately? Olivia wrinkled her nose a bit and hung up her apron. At least she had some free time before Babylon. Maybe she would stop by the arts thing happening in town instead. That would give her something to concentrate on... browsing at things she couldn't afford. Always a fun time.

Who: Brian and Ash
Where: Babylon
When: Early evening

All it had taken was a quick phone call, a suggestion of place, and a counter-suggestion of time, and Brian was on his way to Babylon. On foot, seeing as Marlowe still had his car, but that was just fine. He had his cane, he had his cat to kick at now and then if he was feeling annoyed with him-- not that he ever hit; Torziel seemed to think it a fun game to dodge the randomly-timed feet aimed at his paws, and was dancing around them with a very entertained expression-- and Babylon would probably obligingly show up right as he was getting to be in too much pain to continue on. It had an annoying habit of doing that. Too bad it didn't show up when he wanted it to show up. Say, immediately.

The fact that Ash knew about and agreed upon doing their drinking at Babylon said interesting things about Ash, honestly, but all Brian figured it meant was he didn't have to be quite so careful about what he said or did. Maybe. The fact that this might well be the last night Babylon would be Olivia-free for a while meant Brian had really kinda wanted to go there, so he was willing to bring up a place the other party might never have heard of. Hell, he was willing to bring the man there, if he had to.

Apparently he didn't have to.

Who: Brian and Hunt
Where: Brian's house
When: Shortly after school gets out

While first on his list of things to do probably should have been getting in touch with Hunt, the man had school to teach, and Brian was perfectly content to put things off. And then put them off some more. To be perfectly honest, he was dreading having to talk to Hunt again, with Mya's advice behind him, because he hadn't the faintest idea how to begin.

Who: Brian and Marlowe
Where: Marlowe's place
When: Late morning

Even after living at Brian's for a whole week, it really hadn't taken that much to get Marlowe moved back to her own place. Mostly, it consisted of packing up her suitcases, bundling up laundry they hadn't had a chance to wash into a bag, piling her and her things into the truck, and driving her over. They hadn't really brought over much more than clothes, toiletries, books and movies, and the like. The dogs, left mostly alone all this time except when Brian swung by to feed them, play with them, and give them a little attention, were ecstatic when they walked in the door.

Who: Brian and Mya
Where: On the phone
When: 8:30ish in the evening

By the time work had come around, Brian had been under control and no longer glowing-- thank god, because if he'd had to talk to Ash while still in a state there would've been trouble. By the time he got off work, he'd been no longer even the slightest bit angry, and just plain confused with a heavy dose of worry. Hunt had acted strange. He wasn't the type to be cruel, needlessly or even needfully, and he wasn't the type to pretend he didn't understand or remember something... so there had to be some reason for it. And now that he wasn't angry, short circuiting, or right in Hunt's face, he could recognize that.

And he needed to talk to someone about it. The natural choice, of course, was Mya. He needed to call her, anyway. Check up on things. See if she'd heard from Olivia. Remind her to stay home tomorrow, dammit.

Who: Brian and Hunt
Where: A random little Italian restaurant
When: Lunchtime

Normally, Brian was picky about where he went out to eat. He had to know the cook was at least almost as good as he was, so he wouldn't spend the whole meal thinking about how he could have made whatever he was eating better or with a slightly different flavor or maybe would have cooked it longer, or something. It tended to ruin a meal for him.

Today, though, he didn't have much of a choice: when he called Hunt to invite him out for lunch, he'd picked what was open and what he knew hadn't been too badly vandalized. Besides, he wasn't sure he'd really be tasting whatever he ate, at this point, anyway. Especially not if there were more ghosts in the restaurant, like there were in the streets. So he pulled up at the little Italian place and climbed out of his car, doing his level best to ignore Torziel hopping out behind him and the dead woman passing on the sidewalk beside the tiny parking lot, instead looking around to see if the history teacher was there yet.

Who: Brian
Where: His house
When: Morning, fairly early

Though it might've been unusual for him, Brian woke before Domino-- he also rose before Domino, too. First off, bad dreams made it so that he didn't want to sleep much longer than he had to-- if he didn't know better he'd think those were Torziel's fault, little brat. He'd probably love to give his willworker nightmares about killing people and his father being a right bastard, if not actually evil. Problem was, he did know better. Nothing he knew about familiars suggested they could send people dreams.

Who: Brian
When: Really fuckin' early (aka before 7AM)

Hey man. It's Brian. I only have your work number, so I'm calling there. I know it's stupid-early-o-clock but I can't sleep, so I figured I'd get in touch! Or at least call and say "hey, you wanna do somethin'?" So yeah. You wanna do somethin'? Maybe tomorrow? I seem to be making a habit of the drinking thing, and it's much more fun with friends. Give me a call back, and forgive the rambling. Way too fucking early.

Who: Brian and Domino
Where: Domino's house
When: 8:30ish PM

It was a bit of a surprise, Brian showing up at Domino's place. He knew the other person who lived there was still out of town-- who wouldn't be, given all the vampire shit going on?-- so that much was safe; he wouldn't be disturbing anyone. He just hoped Domino was home, himself. It was after dark, so he'd like to think he would be, but Domino's sense of self-preservation could sometimes use a tweak.

Brian parked the truck on the street in front of the place, wanting a change of scenery from his own place-- he'd promised Marlowe he'd be back before midnight, though he didn't say whether he'd be alone-- and wanting to see the kid, both. It felt like it'd been a week since he'd seen Domino for more than a few minutes in passing, while at work or at shift change, though he was pretty sure it'd only been a few days. Regardless, it still seemed high time he stopped by. He'd even brought movies.

Who: Brian and Sean
Where: The diner
When: Afternoon

Who: Manhattan and Brian
Where: Manhattan's couch
When: Way too early in the morning

With a grimace and a groan Manhattan put a hand to her throbbing head as she sat up blindly on the couch. She wasn't ready to focus on anything just yet and had kept her eyes shut during her maneuver to shift from a prone position to a sitting one. It took a moment to sink in that she had pushed upward, not from the piece of furniture itself, but the solid form of a person. And a moment after that for pieces of the previous night to start working there way into her memory. There'd been much drinking, quite evident by the empty whiskey bottle laying side ways on the floor at the base of the sofa. Who had succumbed first to the affects of the alcohol, her or Brian, wasn't all that clear in the hunter's mind at the moment.

"Shit." She groaned again letting her head drop to the back of the couch. She needed coffee, steaming and black, but lacked the will to move her ass off the sofa to get to it at the moment.

Her "pillow" made a mumbling noise, completely unintelligible, and shifted under her. Brian was still pretty much out, having enjoyed a sleep that was closer to drunken unconsciousness than actual sleep-- but at least that meant no dreaming. The fact that he had his drinking buddy sleeping half-across him hadn't registered-- it hadn't been important the night before, since they had pretty much happily passed out where they sat and had wound up in a bit of the tangle. He shifted again at the sound of the curse, one hand sliding up to his face to rub at his cheeks, only half awake, eyes not even open yet. Not even thinking of opening yet, in fact.

Who: Manhattan and Brian
Where: Winchester Residence
When: Just before 9pm

Manhattan was on couch leaning back, her legs were stretched out with her feet propped up on the low table as she fiddled with her new cell phone trying to get numbers entered into the thing. Her old one had somehow wound up getting smashed to bits against the wall after an incoming call set it off that morning by someone calling at an hour no sane person should be calling. Of course the hunter having one hell of a hangover from the night before did play a bit of a part in the whole thing. And there was that tiny little fact that because she didn't check the incoming number before sending the mobile device airborne, Manhattan didn't know who called or that a message had been left for her on her old phone's voicemail.

Though he never did hear back from Manhattan, and a second call went straight to voice mail-- the phone was off, apparently-- Brian headed out to her place that night, anyway. It wasn't as if they couldn't go someplace else, if they needed to-- though just where that might be, Brian hadn't a clue. The old truck bounced along the road, muddy and even more beat-up looking than usual after the night in the woods, and pulled up to the Winchester house. At least she was definitely home; his big monster dwarfed her black truck when he parked next to her.

He hopped out, staggered a bit as the goddamn knee tried to give way under him, nearly fell as demon-cat bumped him on his way out, then grabbed the door and his cane to keep on his feet. Glaring after Torziel, who was investigating the ground in front of Manhattan's porch, he limped after him, climbed the porch steps, and knocked on the front door, expensive whiskey in his free hand.

Who: Aiden and Brian
When: Early afternoon
Where: Mya's Diner

In a much better mood than he had been over the last couple of days, Aiden entered Mya's with the intent on getting a cup of coffee, some food, and something to take back to Shannon until the two of them could, as much as he was loathe to think it, go grocery shopping. His gaze swept around the diner as he walked inside, keeping an eye out for any familiar faces. Walking to the counter, he sat on one of the stools, ignoring the empty booths and tables. He didn't need the space and he felt sitting at the actual counter might mean he'd get better, and faster, service so he could get in and out in a decent amount of time.

Who: Brian
When: 7:29AM

Hey, s'Brian. Sorry it's so early. With any luck, you're still in bed and wisely not answering your phone. How about we do the drinking tonight? This too much short notice? I can be at your place by nine tonight. Gimme a call, just leave a message if I don't pick up.

Who: Brian and Mya
Where: The diner
When: Shift change

Having the morning off to sleep in and relax would've been much more enjoyable if Brian had actually wound up getting any extra sleep. Or even if he'd just had Domino over and hadn't gotten extra sleep for a good reason. But no. When he came in to the diner for a couple hours of afternoon shift, even though he'd had a nap in the hopes of making up for the stupidly early morning, he was yawning and feeling vaguely strung out, even though he really had no reason to be. Stupid fucking dreams.

Who: Brian
When: Early morning
Where: His room

Brian woke with a start and a little gasp to painful pinpricks in his arm. Ten of them. For a moment, still half-caught in nightmare of death and fire and guilt, and water, sucking at him and dragging him down, he tried to fling whatever had his arm away, flailing weakly. But whatever it was, was big, heavy, and not going anywhere, no matter what he did. Four sharp teeth added to the pain, and Brian finally realized he was awake, he was still in bed-- not in the lake, not fleeing from that-- and the only thing trying to hurt him was his familiar.

Who: Brian and Marlowe
Where: Brian's place
When: Not long after sundown

There were definite mixed feelings as Brian drove home from his birthday party. Now that the fun and friends had all gone home, and after the talk with Mya, he felt a little drained. Olivia had never known, which hurt but didn't really surprise him, either. Manhattan had stayed long enough for cake, which was really all anyone could ask of her. Ash had shown up, Anton had come, Hunt was there and surprisingly not traumatized... Mya hadn't fired him or excommunicated him or whatever it was she could have done. And there were no signs of vandalism, fire, or looting in the streets, even now that the sun was down.

And he'd turned forty and probably gained another few gray hairs. He was gonna be all the way gray by the time he was forty-five, he just knew it. His dad had, after all.

Who: Brian and Mya
Where: The diner
When: After the party

Who: Mya, Brian, Marlowe, and OPEN =D
When: 3:45 – 8:00
Where: Mya’s Diner

Mya was bustling around, the last of the customers had just left and she was helping by cleaning off the last of the two tables and bringing the dishes into the back. “Can someone make sure to grab the cake from the fridge and get it into my office before Brian gets here?” She asked, as she slipped into the back by to drop off the dishes. “And get the party platters on the counter!” The end of the shift had been a little busier than expected but she had a good team (and more than normal as a few extra employees stopped in to help set up for Brian- some without having to be asked). Mya tucked a bit of loose hair behind her ear and quickly got out of the way of the platters of food that were zipping by her.

There were streamers put up around the counter and balloons along the booths, the cake was hidden until later but the platters of hour’d’ouvres were out. There were crackers and cheese, chips and dip, tortilla rolls with cream cheese and turkey, fruit with a marshmallow dip, mini cucumber and avocado sandwiches, bruchetta strips and a bacon, cheese and artichoke dip with toast points. Mya was good at cooking meals, but she was even better at snack food and since there wouldn’t be an actual meal served there were lots of snacks.

Who: Brian and Anton
Where: Phonishness
When: Midday

The morning news had been good: what better a birthday present than the announcement, however tentative, that the rein of nightly terror was over? Brian actually felt like he could relax a little, maybe even celebrate a bit. He had a feeling that his birthday party would be a bit happier than a cook turning forty could actually account for, given that news.

Who: Brian and Domino
Where: The house, where else?
When: Morning

When Brian had woken up the first time, he was still hovering that two inches above the bed, so he'd rolled over, buried his face in Domino's shoulder, and gone back to sleep. Now, a couple hours later, he woke up to actually feel blankets under him.

Oh, thank god. Stupid backlash. He wasn't teleporting for another month. Or throwing anybody into walls. Except maybe Domino, once his back healed up, but that was something completely different and probably wouldn't include willworking or backlash.

Even better, he wasn't nearly as cold, which meant he wasn't nearly as hot. That was great way to start off a birthday: backlash-free. Would've been better, though, if he hadn't immediately remembered it was his birthday. Bah.

Who: Marlowe and Brian
Where: Brian's Place
When: Around 4am

With soft groans and mutterings, lids twitching as her eyes moved rapidly beneath them, Marlowe tossed and turned on the couch, it was a surprise that the young woman didn't find herself tumbling off over the edge of the overstuffed piece of furniture.

Through the pounding rain thunder crashed, and then screams. Marlowe muttered softly in her sleep as flashes of what happened intruded into her dreamscape. "I'll kill you." The sound of her brother's voice changed to blood curdling screams as she helplessly witnessed his gutting by a vampire. A soft, almost painlike cry drifted past her lips. Thunder crashed through the night, then flashes of lightning filled the sky. Screams once more finding their way into the firestarter's unconscious mind. "He tastes sweet." a twisted grin on a fanged face flitted ever so vividly before her in her dream mind. Her breathing shallow, eyes twitching violently beneath shut lids as Marlowe twisted and turned on the sofa, if Torziel had been resting on her the non cat surely would have been tossed off to the floor. Fangs sunk into his shoulder. Things shifted once more, Brian no longer had the normal features of a human, his face twisted and disfigured, blood streaking the side of his mouth. "You're next." A twisted, evil grin settling across his deformed features.

Who: Brian and Dom
When: around 11pm
Where: Brian's place

Domino had given Brian a call, wasn't a long one, just one to see if it would be ok if he came over. When he was given the ok he slipped into a pair of loose fitting jeans that had quite a few holes down the legs (the only 'loose fitting' ones he had) and a sweatshirt. He the packed a change of clothes and the clothes that didn't belong to him into his backpack and headed out. Domino had spent most of the day in bed, except for one quick trip to the store, but now he wanted to see Brian- especially to see if he was ok after a day of work after a day of backlash.

Around 11pm Domino's old beater of a car pulled up to Brian's yard and the young man climbed out of the car with is backpack and a little brown paper handled sack. He approached the door and gave it a small knock.

Who: Brian and Hunt
Where: Babylon
When: Night

Hunt had called Brian earlier on, only to get some girl answering the phone and telling him that he'd gone out to a bar. Which had surprised the guy, especially considering the over-egged warnings about being out and about in town that his friend had been delivering over the past few days. Hunt had thanked the girl and hung up, going and picking up a book to read and settling in.

Who: Olivia and Brian
When: Mid-morning
Where: Mya's Diner

After her talk with Domino, Olivia returned back inside the diner, checked on her customers quickly and then headed back to the kitchen to where Brian was. She knew with trying to get the diner open and everything else, they hadn't had much time to actually talk, but now she had a million questions, not to mention she needed to talk to him about taking some time off. Smoothing her hair back into her ponytail, she went into the kitchen and leaned against the counter, her eyes inquisitive. "Why didn't you tell me what happened with Domino?"

Who: Mya and Brian
When: Morning
Where: Via phone

Mya was sitting by the side of the road next to her car, she'd already called the mechanic and was now waiting for them to show. She thought she probably should call Brian to tell him about the window... if he hadn't noticed already, so she dialed him up.

Who: Manhattan and Brian, with a brief appearance by Marlowe
Where: Brian's Place
When: Around 10:45pm

After parting ways with Derek at his car in the lot of the Landmark, Manhattan didn't stop until she reached Brian's. The hunter tried not to pay attention to the destruction and violence going on around her in town as she drove from the Inn to the residence of her friend.

Who: Marlowe, Domino, Torziel, and a little bit of Brian
Where: Brian's house
When: Mid-morning

There were two reasons Torziel was not in Brian's bedroom that night. First, that big, obnoxious cougar-boy. Second, the fact that Brian was backlashing and the demon-cat hadn't wanted to be in the same bed as a feverish, very wet willworker.

So, instead, he was out on the couch. With Marlowe. At least she was suitably fire-ish, even if she was lacking in brimstone. He'd settled across her stomach sometime during the night, and had been perfectly content to sleep there until she woke up or someone moved him.

Marlowe had a rough start falling a sleep, but once she was able to reach that stage, the elemental seemed to sleep peacefully for the few hours she was able to. As the day moved into the later hours of morning, Marlowe started stirring. The feeling of a slight weight on her stomach, which wasn't in any way comfortable due to her injuries, had the red head's eyes fluttering open to slits, and then snapping open when she was able to focus on the creature curled up on her belly. A cat? "Brian." Instinct had her calling out hoarsely for him while trying to nudge the damned thing off her. Surely the thing hadn't been laying on her stomach for any stretch of time, he had to have just jumped up and curled up there a short minute or so ago, cause she wasn't having any reaction to the thing yet, that didn't mean the stuffiness, and blotching of her skin was going to start real soon.

Torziel opened one golden eye at the prodding, but one of the nice things about being a very large-sized housecat was that he was difficult to move if he didn't want to move. All he did was shifted a little, stretch a little without actually getting up or moving much, and then settle down again with his big, furry paws across Marlowe's chest. The look he gave her read fairly clearly: I'm not going anywhere, girlie, so best be getting used to it.

Who: Manhattan and Brian
Where: US-41E
When: Night - 10ish

Only about a half hour more of the long stretch of road was left to cover before the blonde found herself back in familiar territory. Home territory she was really hoping wouldn't have been left in total destruction by the band of blood sucking beasts who had chosen to make Marquette their current playground of choice. Keeping in constant contact with Bryson, Manhattan was able to keep herself as informed as was possible of the state the town currently found itself in. She didn't want to hit town totally blind, the blonde wanted to be as prepared as she could for what might be waiting for her once she hit the town limits.

"Almost there, boy." Manhattan stretching a hand across to give a gentle head scratch to the dog curled up on the front passenger seat of the truck before retrieving her cell from the dashboard. Being this close to town a few calls needed to be made. The first one going out to a certain willworker she was still on friendly terms with. The number thumb punched in, Manhattan held the mobile device to her ear to catch the familiar voice from the other end. Hopefully a live version of that voice and not a pre-recorded on put on the answering machine. Being such a late hour after dark Manhattan was really hoping Brian had kept himself inside after the setting of the sun.

Who: Brian and Domino
Where: Brian's house
When: Early morning

Brian wasn't really awake yet. It'd been a long night-- a long few days-- a long few weeks-- and his brain just didn't want to deal with any of it. So he wasn't awake yet.

Except he was so cold. And uncomfortable. Why was it so cold? It was hard to stay asleep when you were shivering and... and something else. Something that his brain really didn't want to acknowledge yet.

The night before, after getting Marlowe settled after her bath, on the couch, he'd talked Domino into sharing the bed. He didn't care if the guy was a cougar or not, or with him or not. He'd come to his aid when he'd needed it, he'd trusted him enough to help him get them home. Without his and Marlowe's belief that he could get them out of there, he probably couldn't have done it. So Brian wasn't about to let him sleep on the floor. He'd dried him off-- the wet was not coming on the bed-- and finally coaxed him into actually using the bed.

And sometime during the night he'd wound up at the foot of the bed, with Domino, cold and seeking that extra body heat, only that wasn't helping anymore. He was freezing, and it was getting harder to stay even half-asleep and not acknowledge that he was freezing.