sophie

Who: Sophie and Lullaby
Where: Sophie's house
When: Morning

Lullaby had certainly done a lot of catching up on sleep the day before, hiding in Dean's closet with him. They'd crashed out for ages. She hadn't spent a whole lot more time awake either, even when they'd sort of decided to move and stop being curled up in the closet. She'd been awake for a while, and had read through some of the book that Dean had gotten on his abilities, trying to figure out ways to do things or not do things. In the end, she'd gone back to bed for a little while, and then woken up again to say goodbye to him before he went to school, what with it being back in session again. Weird, how little things like that could just...seem weird. School.

who: oz and sophie
where: their house
when: mid afternoon

Sophie had breathed a sigh of relief seeing the news that morning, but hardly dared believe it. This wasn't how it happened - they didn't just 'go away'. At least, they hadn't last time. What had been the difference here? Had more people fought back? Had this been a smaller group? Had there just been something more interesting downstate? She had to smile at that last thought - the idea of a group of bloodthirsty vampires being distracted by something shiny was somewhat amusing, after all. She'd spent the morning on the phone to the insurance company, reporting the fire damage and arranging to have the claim forms emailed to her and now she was in her study, trying not to give herself a headache filling them in as she was asked to explain how the fire had started. In the end she'd gone with 'vandals' and hoped nobody would ask too many questions.

Oz had been assessing things with Billy a little more earlier, and after Dean had returned--then gone and fetched Lullaby and immediately gone to hide in his room, he figured it was around time he had a talk with Sophie about the living situation. What with it probably changing and all. So, he went to find his wife and found her in her study. Walking up behind her, he tugged the hair off of the back of her neck and pressed a soft kiss there. "Busy?" he asked, ticking his gaze to what she was working on. Ahh right. Insurance shit. Which he was soooo not at all taking any part in. She took care of that kind of thing.

Who: Sophie and Lullaby
Where: Sophie's house
When: Around lunchtime

After she'd gotten some sleep--or what she was counting as sleep, considering it had been light and restless, Lullaby had given it up. What she didn't want was to fall asleep then have screaming nightmares, and like...send everyone into a fit or something. Dean would hear that. And depending how loud she was, Joshua a floor up probably would too. Then there was the Oz-werewolf-factor, and yeah. Basically? She just didn't want to go there. So she was avoiding. Which meant she was still dead on her feet, but she was trying. Either way, once she had decided she was going to be awake for real, she'd read a little, though her attention wasn't on it much. So, setting the book aside, she started downstairs to find Sophie.

who: everyone at the osbourne household
where: oz's house
when: around midnight(predawn)

Things were relatively quiet, until around midnight. The night had been mostly undisturbed as far out as they were, though Oz had a police scanner in the kitchen quietly broadcasting. That told them that the vampires hadn't moved on from town, like they had the others. Fires were breaking out, people were dying, stores were looted, it was mayhem in town.

Just not out there. Not until it was interrupted by the first strike of lightning that crashed down from the sky all on it's own, to hit a figure that was moving in from the treeline. That was when the badness started.

Who: Sophie and Oz
Where: their house
When: After midnight

Who: In various groupings: billy dean joshua lullaby maddie oz and sophie
Where: All over the damn place!
When: After dark

The world was swimming as Billy drove up the road to Oz' house. It was a damned good job that there was no other traffic and that the place wasn't far, because he was swerving all over the place. His head was throbbing, the world wouldn't keep still, and he only had one hand that wanted to help with the whole 'working' thing. He clipped the corner as he pulled the battered truck into the gravel driveway of his friend's house and swerved to a stop, pushing down far too hard on the brake. He felt the pain lance through him as he jerked forward, then back and for a moment he lost his breath. This was the part where he got out of the car, he knew. But he didn't want to move. He was tired and his head was spinning. He should just sit here for a while. Maybe sleep for a bit.

Who: Dean Oz and Sophie (guest appearance by Lulu's parents)
Where: Their house, Lulu's house
When: Morning

Oz was up...mostly because he hadn't gone to bed. He had started taking to just staying up most of the rest of the night, and crashing during the afternoon for a while so he could have breakfast with Sophie and Dean. Or what passed for breakfast with them. Dean wasn't always that terribly talkative. But he still liked the kind of familyish feeling it had, and really wouldn't own up to. That might bring up questions about his own intentions when it came to family, which would bring up questions about marriage, and Sophie hadn't agreed yet. Therefore...he was sitting on that, an just having breakfast with people, to fill in the blanks. The television was on in the living room, and he rolled his neck to crack it as he was only half listening to it, ghosting up behind Sophie to drop a kiss on the back of her neck.

Dean was picking at his bowl of cereal. Like he always did, much to Sophie's despair. She'd always been under the impression that teenage boys were a bottomless pit when it came to food, but Dean hardly seemed to eat enough to satisfy a small bird. Dean, on the other hand, was aware that he was being watched, and so he actually made a point to take spoonfuls of cereal in between stirring it round his bowl to satisfy her. He'd never been a breakfast person. The noise of the television in the background was bugging him - he hated hearing it when he couldn't see it, especially when it was mostly annoying adverts, which seemed to be most of the time in this country.

Who: Sophie and Oz
Where: Their house
When: Afternoonish

Oz came back into the house in a good mood. His head hurt, but not as bad as it could be hurting. The sun had cooperated with him and gone behind some clouds on his walk home. It was still weird, the new place. He still had yet to really think of it as home. Eventually it would, but he had yet to really feel that full relaxation that came with being someplace you truly considered yours. He had the bag he'd picked up earlier behind his back, and he moved through the house, following Sophie's scent trail. When he found her, he swept up behind her, putting his arm around her and kissing the crook of her neck. "I'm home." he announced unnecessarily, smiling with his lips pressed against her skin. "And I got you a present."