jovie

Who: Hunt and Jovie
When: Early evening
Where: Kalos Jewellery

Who: Jovie and Ash
Where: Lakeshore
When: Early afternoon

The shop had been slow that morning... which didn't surprise Jovie, considering she was still trying to clean it up from the goddamn Acherus attacks. She had managed to sell a few pieces, using the "gang-related incidents" as a sympathetic tool. People felt bad for those suffering, and my, my, wasn't Jovie, a lovely girl, suffering with her beautiful shop damaged and torn apart? But the poor thing needed to make a living, so she was braving the business day and hoping for her luck to turn... People bought that shit right up, along with her jewelry. At lunch, she closed the shop to wander down the street to the lakeshore where people were selling different forms of art. If that's what one could call it. She walked through the maze of booths and people, mentally listening to people get scammed over what was an original and what wasn't, what was one of a kind and what seller had three more replicas hiding under the table. She smirked as she listened to the masses, most of them annoyingly enjoying the day. She checked out the jewelry, wondering if any would catch her eye. In Marquette, you never knew what you might be buying - she could attest to that. At any given moment, those ruby red earrings you just had to have could cause temporary - sometimes permanent - deafness once you put them on. Jovie could attest to that as well, given she'd sold a pair just three hours ago...

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 & Marek
When: Early evening
Where: Kalos Jewelry/West Washington Street

Stupid. Smelly. Undead motherfuckers. Jovie fumed as she swept the broken glass and splinters of wood from the floor of her shop into a large pile. Both large windows looking out into the street were shattered still. The door was off the hinges, given the company she'd called to come bring a new door had yet to arrive. Two nights of relative peace and quiet in Marquette and her store seemed like a never ending mess. She was grumbling and sweeping the glass toward the front door with the other trash she'd gathered. Broken shelves, broken display cases. Her computer was still not fixed, but seeing as how Nerd Genius was the only one capable of helping, she resisted going to his apartment that morning and pounding on his door. She was getting tired of the thoughts of the oblivious and annoying who passed by. It hadn't been overzealous teenagers, or gangs on drugs. It had been vampires and if the majority of people in Marquette had no clue, they deserved to get their houses broken into or burned down. Not her.

Jovie reached up to brush her palm over her damp forehead before bending down to pick up one of the bigger pieces of glass stuck in the hinge of her shop's front door. She was momentarily distracted by the thoughts of someone coming down the sidewalk, and she grabbed the edge of the glass the wrong way. It sliced easily through her middle finger and she gasped, standing abruptly to drop her broom and grab her hand as blood began to seep and flow easily down her finger to her palm. Cursing loudly, she kicked the broken door with her shoe and thought twice about shoving her finger in her mouth. She was honestly beginning to hate this town.

Who: Derek and Jovie
When: About 10ish
Where: Some dive bar

Derek had slept on a lumpy mattress last night, a LUMPY mattress, -him-! He was not happy. Although his day was perked up a little bit when he was able to arrange for a courier to pick up his package to be sent back to Chicago for treating and when his assistant had told him that he'd look into the house issue. But still, a lumpy mattress.

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 Judiel
When: Morning
Where: Judiel's apartment

Jovie was in a rather foul mood by the time sunrise rolled around and she had been able to get into her car and go check out her store. After the apocalyptic battle of doom the night before, she didn't have any real high hopes, which probably helped ease some of the anger when she stepped through the broken door. A lot of her inventory had been ransacked again, most of the glass shelving and cases smashed. Her computer - the one she had just gotten fix - was in a couple different pieces on the floor. She had run both hands through her hair, screamed for about five minutes straight, and then got to work. It took nearly two hours to box everything up and haul it to her apartment. She would keep everything locked in her bedroom until she could get her shop cleaned up and reopened - probably after the blood sucking bastards ditched town which would hopefully be soon. Around nine o'clock, she carried the box carrying her mashed up CPU up the stairs, intent on tracking down Nerd Genius to help her out. It hadn't taken much, a quick inquiry to the front office, an apology that they can't give out tenant's addresses, even to other tenants, and with a quick swipe of the old biddy's mind, she got Nerd Genius's apartment number. Apparently Old Biddy liked to watch Nerd Genius on his morning swims. Which Jovie fully intended to keep to herself.

Hoping it wasn't too early for him, Jovie shifted the box, tried to balance it on one arm to knock, and finally gave up, knocking against the door with the toe of her shoe.

Who: Doc, Kurt, Liadan, Jovie, Dessicant, Seven, Eben, and Evan
Where: Washington Street
When: night

This had officially gone on too long. In Doc's mind, it had been too far with the first death, but he knew that he'd been powerless to stop it at the time. He'd been trapped in the basement of his home, an intangible victim of his own power and the decisions he'd made for Eva's sake. There had been no choice for those first few days but to sit and wait, to listen to Teddybear's status reports and wonder if the twins would get in over their heads. Finally, they had... People were dying and those that were alive were trapped in their fear, resigned to hiding until the plague that had come to town forced them out. But that wouldn't be the case. It was time to do what he'd made a life out of, to cleanse this place the only way he knew how.

Who: Jovie
When: Nightfall
Where: Streets/Apartment

Jovie had begun to close up shop the minute the gas station down the street went up in flames. As she was walking briskly into her car, she had heard a horrified woman's scream down the street and had seen a shadow move and disappear in the direction before Jovie could truly see what it was. And she was smart enough not to want to know.

She got into her car and went directly home, searching the radio for any news as to what might be going on, but received nothing but static and some horrible country station which she had promptly switched off. As she drove, two cop cars flew by her with their sirens wailing. Not ten seconds later, two more had followed. Something was happening. What it was, she didn't know. And the minute she was inside of her house with the door shut and locked, she wouldn't care.

Once she was in the parking lot, she turned off her car, grabbed her work files and her purse and she got out of her car. Once inside the apartment complex, she headed directly for her door, not bothering to look back. She would know if anything was coming. Inside, Jovie locked her door, dead bolted it as well, and threw her things onto her couch before she flipped on the lamp and went to grab the bottle of wine from her fridge. She checked the lock on her kitchen window, tugged the curtains shut and grabbed a glass.

Minutes later she was on her couch with a glass of red wine on her antique coffee table. Digging through her purse, she pulled out her lighter, settled back and heard another police siren in the distance. It grew in volume until it was wailing outside the complex, and then passing, fading into the distance again. Jovie released the breath she was holding and flicking the light, lit the joint that guy had given her at the carnival. Inhaling deeply, she closed her eyes, rested her head back against the couch and relaxed. It was going to be a very long evening.

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....

Who: Socko and open
Where: Carnival grounds
When: Night, 8 PM

It was time to work, time to hustle. A good majority of the town had come out, it seemed; drawn by the flashing lights and the promise of some distraction from the routine life that occupied so many. It wasn't much of a carnival, a scattershot collection of rides interspersed with those impossible-to-win games of skill, but it was definitely getting some attention.

Who: Jovie and Hunt
When: Early evening
Where: Kalos Jewelry

With her computer on the fritz, according to the Nerd Genius, Jovie spent the next day simply focused on fine tuning the smaller details of her shop, including finishing scrubbing the floors and shelving, and unpacking her inventory. It was a tedious process without her computer, and she had to mark everything by hand, which took a lot longer than she would have liked. She could have waited until her computer was back, but patience was never one of Jovie's strong points and this way she could simply plug in her computer when it was returned to her and be ready to go rather than push everything back an extra day.

She worked well into evening in her small back storage room, enjoying the storm that raged outside of the shop. It calmed her as she worked, even if the occasional clap of thunder and flash of lightening had her lights flickering quite a bit. She'd have to get the electrical wiring checked, just in case the electricity was prone to going out in these kinds of storms. Finally, with the storage area more or less clean and organized, Jovie grabbed the small cardboard box of cleaning supplies and carried it into the front of the store along with the clipboard holding her checklist. The figure standing under the stone awning above her doorway caught her eye immediately and she paused a moment, internally debating what to do before she set the box down on the counter top. Pulling off the yellow rubber gloves, she walked over to the front door where the guy was standing with his back to her. "Can I help you?" she asked, peering outside past the guy to where the rain was pounding along the sidewalks and streets.

Who: Jovie and Judiel
When: mid-morning
Where: Tourville Apts.

Judiel had woken up in good spirits. Which was getting to be more and more the norm for him. Not that he was complaining or anything. Quite the opposite, really. Things were going really well: work was good, guild was good, and best of all he (sort of) had a girlfriend. Thinking about Olivia in any capacity always made him smile, so he ended up doing it a lot. No matter what his mother said. He'd gotten up and headed down to take a swim first thing. It was invigorating, and he was feeling awesome by the time he got out and toweled off. Awesome and hungry. He considered going down to Mya's for breakfast, to see if she was there and stuff his face, but he wasn't sure if she'd be okay with that or not yet. He'd have to remember to ask if she minded him dropping by to see her. It wasn't like they'd stated anything officially yet or anything, but ... yeah, he didn't know. Judi hoped to see her tonight, though, at least.

He headed back toward the stairs to his floor, whistling a bit, towel draped over one shoulder, enjoying the feel of his t-shirt starting to stick to his back and letting his mind wander. It was gonna be a good day.