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21 [Video]
Jan. 7th, 2012 01:19 am[The feed is staticy, but the video is free of fire, miraculously -- but the only light is coming from a flickering flashlight, held by one Jo Harvelle, and a lantern being hung by Castiel just behind her. It’s enough light to illuminate them both, somewhere underground, in a fortified basement.
This is what hunters do when they don’t have demons to exorcise, people.
They build panic rooms.]
Anyone who isn’t able to take care of themselves -- or anyone that needs shelter -- can contact Cas and I. We’ve got a place set up that we’ve been working on for awhile that’s pretty bullet proof and can probably stand a few days of this bullshit until we can stop this crazy bitch from throwing her temper tantrum. We’ll come get you and escort you back here as safe as we can, but we’re not gonna be able to find you unless you contact us first.
[Castiel joins Jo next to the camera, something glowing faintly under his shirt, but he doesn't seem to notice.]
Those of you who are unaware, or are new, there is a button on the side of the PCD that transmits coordinates. For one of us to accurately locate you, we will need to be sent exact locations. Due to the fire, wooden buildings should be evacuated. Otherwise, do not venture outside without a method of shielding yourself from the fire.
Those of you on the exploration team, if there were suitable empty locations of tunnel, it may be wise to use them as safe locations for those that need them if the passages are not compromised by smoke from above ground.
[She offers the angel a faint hint of a smile before refocusing her attention on the camera, jawline set.]
If you’ve got guns, load them. If you need ammunition, call me. Don’t engage the enemy unless you know damn well how to kill it. Two people are already dead. We’re not going to add anymore to this disaster because someone was being stupid.
You know where to call us. -- Morgan, call me as soon as you see this, alright? Don't do anything stupid.
[And the feed ends.]
This is what hunters do when they don’t have demons to exorcise, people.
They build panic rooms.]
Anyone who isn’t able to take care of themselves -- or anyone that needs shelter -- can contact Cas and I. We’ve got a place set up that we’ve been working on for awhile that’s pretty bullet proof and can probably stand a few days of this bullshit until we can stop this crazy bitch from throwing her temper tantrum. We’ll come get you and escort you back here as safe as we can, but we’re not gonna be able to find you unless you contact us first.
[Castiel joins Jo next to the camera, something glowing faintly under his shirt, but he doesn't seem to notice.]
Those of you who are unaware, or are new, there is a button on the side of the PCD that transmits coordinates. For one of us to accurately locate you, we will need to be sent exact locations. Due to the fire, wooden buildings should be evacuated. Otherwise, do not venture outside without a method of shielding yourself from the fire.
Those of you on the exploration team, if there were suitable empty locations of tunnel, it may be wise to use them as safe locations for those that need them if the passages are not compromised by smoke from above ground.
[She offers the angel a faint hint of a smile before refocusing her attention on the camera, jawline set.]
If you’ve got guns, load them. If you need ammunition, call me. Don’t engage the enemy unless you know damn well how to kill it. Two people are already dead. We’re not going to add anymore to this disaster because someone was being stupid.
You know where to call us. -- Morgan, call me as soon as you see this, alright? Don't do anything stupid.
[And the feed ends.]
Tags:
- !event: ekpyrosis/walpurgis,
- abandon all hope ye who enter here,
- build it and they will come,
- cas is the only cool angel,
- demons are fucking rude,
- every hunter needs a panic room,
- hunter born and raised,
- i need some holy water stat,
- it's hard out here for a pimp,
- it's hard out here for hunters too,
- morgan is the best witch of all,
- she is never giving up,
- she's been through an apocalypse,
- shoot first ask questions later,
- the animus are only scary ghosts,
- the prettiest most dangerous of them all,
- where is the suggestion box
20 [Video]
Dec. 28th, 2011 06:01 pm[Jo seems to be underground, somewhere, with a silver knife in hand, and a lantern in the other. There are crates everywhere, and when Jo moves the light around (though she seems to be doing so carefully), the walls are covered in sigils. Covered. Walls, ceiling, floor, and everything in between.
But that seems to not be the topic of her video today, as Jo talks about something entirely different.]
Anyone got any spare blankets or some flint that you want to trade for some dead rabbits?
But that seems to not be the topic of her video today, as Jo talks about something entirely different.]
Anyone got any spare blankets or some flint that you want to trade for some dead rabbits?
Tags:
19 [Video]
Dec. 18th, 2011 03:45 pm[She shoulders an axe.]
Looks like the Animus got bored of the majority rule. How do all of you celebrate the holidays in your world? And, on top of that, if you find any weird plants or decorations anywhere, don't throw 'em out -- I could use those.
And Morgan, we've gotta go chop down a tree to put in the den.
[Someone's in much brighter spirits than she has been.]
Looks like the Animus got bored of the majority rule. How do all of you celebrate the holidays in your world? And, on top of that, if you find any weird plants or decorations anywhere, don't throw 'em out -- I could use those.
And Morgan, we've gotta go chop down a tree to put in the den.
[Someone's in much brighter spirits than she has been.]
18 [Video]
Nov. 30th, 2011 06:41 pm[The feed turns on to show the crackling warm glow of what appears to be an impromptu fire, the glittering of scales, some amount of blood on the snow on the ground, and a lot of liquor bottles.
Oh, and Jo and Cas, sitting against what appears to be a dead baby dragon.
Jo herself is cradling a gun, sitting with her legs crossed, and she’s loading the gun with a certain expert finesse that she can manage even when obviously drunk.]
So -- there’s this bitch, goes by the name of Dean Winchester. That’s right, Cas, right?
[And the girl doesn’t bother waiting for an answer before she continues.]
Made us promise we weren’t ever gonna leave his sorry ass here, like the girl he is, and what does he go and do? Up and leaves ‘cause we haven’t got better shit to do than pick up after his damn messes -- right after my mom and Hanna leave this hellhole. Some manners. Hope he gets shot. Asshole.
[Castiel is sitting next to his friend, his silvery angel sword on the snow beside him, pondering what appears to be a dragon scale. He's turning it over in his hands as Jo is speaking, quite a bit more sober than his friend is at the moment; that he doesn't correct her about calling Dean a bitch might indicate that he's just as displeased about the situation as she is, though. He glances up from the scale and looks at the PCD, changing topic entirely, not really wanting to talk about Dean.]
Though we will be keeping a portion of the meat and other supplies from this dragon, there will be extra. Those of you who are in need of supplies may have the remainder.
Screw them, we’re the ones who killed the damn thing.
[It’s said in a mutter as she clicks the gun shut, raising it to eyelevel, aiming at nothing in particular, before she clicks the safety on and sets the gun next to her in a huff, dusting a bit of snow off of her jeans.]
I’m making a new pair of boots out of this beast and you’re not going to stop me.
No one is going to stop you, Jo.
[Patiently.]
However we do not need all of this. And it wasn't particularly difficult to procure.
[Or kill if you wanna be technical. The hardest part was making sure the parent dragon wasn't around.]
They’re gonna have to fight me for it.
[Jo seems deadly serious about this fact, as she pushes herself up slightly, so she’s actually sitting on the side of the dead dragon, completely ignoring the blood and the half-open carcass.]
Make me another shish-kabob.
Oh, and Jo and Cas, sitting against what appears to be a dead baby dragon.
Jo herself is cradling a gun, sitting with her legs crossed, and she’s loading the gun with a certain expert finesse that she can manage even when obviously drunk.]
So -- there’s this bitch, goes by the name of Dean Winchester. That’s right, Cas, right?
[And the girl doesn’t bother waiting for an answer before she continues.]
Made us promise we weren’t ever gonna leave his sorry ass here, like the girl he is, and what does he go and do? Up and leaves ‘cause we haven’t got better shit to do than pick up after his damn messes -- right after my mom and Hanna leave this hellhole. Some manners. Hope he gets shot. Asshole.
[Castiel is sitting next to his friend, his silvery angel sword on the snow beside him, pondering what appears to be a dragon scale. He's turning it over in his hands as Jo is speaking, quite a bit more sober than his friend is at the moment; that he doesn't correct her about calling Dean a bitch might indicate that he's just as displeased about the situation as she is, though. He glances up from the scale and looks at the PCD, changing topic entirely, not really wanting to talk about Dean.]
Though we will be keeping a portion of the meat and other supplies from this dragon, there will be extra. Those of you who are in need of supplies may have the remainder.
Screw them, we’re the ones who killed the damn thing.
[It’s said in a mutter as she clicks the gun shut, raising it to eyelevel, aiming at nothing in particular, before she clicks the safety on and sets the gun next to her in a huff, dusting a bit of snow off of her jeans.]
I’m making a new pair of boots out of this beast and you’re not going to stop me.
No one is going to stop you, Jo.
[Patiently.]
However we do not need all of this. And it wasn't particularly difficult to procure.
[Or kill if you wanna be technical. The hardest part was making sure the parent dragon wasn't around.]
They’re gonna have to fight me for it.
[Jo seems deadly serious about this fact, as she pushes herself up slightly, so she’s actually sitting on the side of the dead dragon, completely ignoring the blood and the half-open carcass.]
Make me another shish-kabob.
Tags:
- alcohol cures everything in spnverse,
- cas is the only cool angel,
- family isn't just by blood,
- four for you jo coco,
- hunter born and raised,
- i hate life right now,
- i miss the roadhouse,
- it's hard out here for a pimp,
- it's hard out here for hunters too,
- make fun of her and die,
- making jo cry is a capital felony,
- she has a knife collection,
- shoot first ask questions later,
- the prettiest most dangerous of them all,
- the winchesters are my family,
- this is all dean's fault seriously
17 [Voice]
Nov. 25th, 2011 11:40 amHanna Marin's gone. So's Ellen Harvelle.
[Jo sounds like she's loading her shotgun. Her voice also sounds like she's speaking through a tin can, but that's totally your imagination. Jo doesn't cry over stupid things like people going home. That's what happens in this world. Right?]
Anyone want to come tell me to my face that they aren't real can be my guest.
[And the feed ends.]
[Jo sounds like she's loading her shotgun. Her voice also sounds like she's speaking through a tin can, but that's totally your imagination. Jo doesn't cry over stupid things like people going home. That's what happens in this world. Right?]
Anyone want to come tell me to my face that they aren't real can be my guest.
[And the feed ends.]
16 [Voice]
Nov. 10th, 2011 01:44 am[The feed turns on and remains silent for about a minute, as if Jo is contemplating whether or not she wants to say anything. But she does -- and she sounds positively irritable.
Also, that is definitely the sound of a gun being loaded.]
I'm gonna need someone to show up with a sledgehammer.
[x,y]
And if you laugh, Dean Winchester, I'm gonna kick your ass.
[Nope. That's it. No explanation necessary.]
ooc: So Jo has found herself in a concrete prison. Because the Animus found it super hilarious to stick her in what she trapped her first ghost in. Hardy har har. She's not very amused. Anyone can bust her out.
Also, that is definitely the sound of a gun being loaded.]
I'm gonna need someone to show up with a sledgehammer.
[x,y]
And if you laugh, Dean Winchester, I'm gonna kick your ass.
[Nope. That's it. No explanation necessary.]
ooc: So Jo has found herself in a concrete prison. Because the Animus found it super hilarious to stick her in what she trapped her first ghost in. Hardy har har. She's not very amused. Anyone can bust her out.
15 [Accidental Video]
Oct. 24th, 2011 07:19 pm[Jo is sitting outside her home, against a tree, one cowboy boot against a gravestone. She's staring at it, almost blankly, as if she's not actually reading what's there -- but then, Jo sighs, almost tiredly.]
And I thought I'd have an actual shock. You guys are gonna have to try a hell of a lot harder than that to scare me.
[She leans her head back against a tree, tapping the heel of her boot against the grave, to a silent beat, before she closes her eyes, oddly at peace. Her shotgun is in her lap, loaded with salt, just in case any of these 'spirits' -- if that's what they are -- shows up. But while she sits there, she relaxes ever so slightly, and her foot slips to land on the ground again, revealing the name.]
Joanna Beth Harvelle.
April 7th 1985 -- November 19th 2009.
And I thought I'd have an actual shock. You guys are gonna have to try a hell of a lot harder than that to scare me.
[She leans her head back against a tree, tapping the heel of her boot against the grave, to a silent beat, before she closes her eyes, oddly at peace. Her shotgun is in her lap, loaded with salt, just in case any of these 'spirits' -- if that's what they are -- shows up. But while she sits there, she relaxes ever so slightly, and her foot slips to land on the ground again, revealing the name.]
Joanna Beth Harvelle.
April 7th 1985 -- November 19th 2009.
14 [Voice]
Oct. 16th, 2011 02:57 pm[Silence for a solid two minutes, until Jo speaks in an unusually soft tone. As if she actually doesn't want to be on the network at all, but she has to at least try to get some answers. It's the hunter in her -- search for any and all possibilities before settling on the final solution. Not everything is a demonic ghost in the dark, right? Right.]
-- I can't get ahold of Sam. Messages keep turning up as him being offline, but --
[He can't actually be gone. Can he? But Sam wouldn't leave her hanging like that, even with his recent demon blood problems, and he knows what happens when Jo worries. People get punched.
So, in the end, Jo laughs to herself, quietly, but it's far from happy.]
... I'm guessing he had some better things to do back home.
( [Filtered to Dean // Private // Unhackable] )
-- I can't get ahold of Sam. Messages keep turning up as him being offline, but --
[He can't actually be gone. Can he? But Sam wouldn't leave her hanging like that, even with his recent demon blood problems, and he knows what happens when Jo worries. People get punched.
So, in the end, Jo laughs to herself, quietly, but it's far from happy.]
... I'm guessing he had some better things to do back home.
( [Filtered to Dean // Private // Unhackable] )
13 [Accidental Video]
Oct. 8th, 2011 01:08 pm[Jo is sitting in the den, on the couch, staring at the ceiling. Her PCD is in her hand, which is draped on the floor, and her expression doesnt give much away. Her fingers curl around the device for a moment or two before she tosses it onto the table, and the camera spins suddenly before it lands on Jo again, her back now facing the PCD as she lays on the couch.
She should probably be ecstatic that the person responsible for killing her is gone from Adstringendum.
But it feels oddly frustrating that she won't get the chance to make her pay for it.]
She should probably be ecstatic that the person responsible for killing her is gone from Adstringendum.
But it feels oddly frustrating that she won't get the chance to make her pay for it.]
9 [Accidental Video]
Sep. 7th, 2011 05:57 pm[Jo is sitting on the ground, her back against the massive teddy bear she won at the carnival ages ago. An odd image in and of itself, as Jo isn't exactly one for the cute and cuddly, but what might make it a little weirder is the stacks of books around her legs. A notebook is on her lap and Jo is diligently writing in it, eyes fixated on a page in an open text, before she nudges it aside for the one underneath it.
The feed continues this way for a couple more minutes before it times out.]
The feed continues this way for a couple more minutes before it times out.]
[Castiel is dead. Jo attacked some of her friends. And she's in an extraordinarily bad mood. However, she needs something to focus on, and the event is perfect for that, especially with most everyone she knows under the sunshine gun.]
I've got a couple questions for all of you.
One -- do you guys know you're affected by the event that's going on? And, uh, if you haven't noticed, all of you people are vomiting rainbows and sunshine even though the Apocalypse decided to crash land here a couple of days ago.
Two -- can you snap out of it at all? Try thinking about something that pisses you off, makes you sad -- whatever. I'm just curious.
And three --
[Pause.]
-- I'm gonna need a new gun. Mine got screwed up in the last event -- anyone want to help a girl out? I'd kinda like a revolver.
[Because someone is getting a bullet to the skull for what they did to Castiel.]
( [Filtered to the Eleventh Doctor and Botan // Private // Unhackable] )
I've got a couple questions for all of you.
One -- do you guys know you're affected by the event that's going on? And, uh, if you haven't noticed, all of you people are vomiting rainbows and sunshine even though the Apocalypse decided to crash land here a couple of days ago.
Two -- can you snap out of it at all? Try thinking about something that pisses you off, makes you sad -- whatever. I'm just curious.
And three --
[Pause.]
-- I'm gonna need a new gun. Mine got screwed up in the last event -- anyone want to help a girl out? I'd kinda like a revolver.
[Because someone is getting a bullet to the skull for what they did to Castiel.]
( [Filtered to the Eleventh Doctor and Botan // Private // Unhackable] )
[Filtered AWAY from the angels // Private // Unhackable]
[Jo is loading a shotgun.]
I know these damn angels of the Lord are giant pain in the ass and they need to get their damn vocal chords ripped out sometimes, but -- everyone be careful, alright, and stay away from whatever the hell's going down unless you can handle it.
If you're wondering to yourself whether or not you can handle it --
[Jo closes the shotgun with a click.]
You probably can't.
( [Filtered to Morgana and Hanna Marin // Private // Unhackable] )
( [Filtered to Dean and Sam // Private // Unhackable] )
( [Filtered to Castiel // Private // Unhackable] )
[Jo is loading a shotgun.]
I know these damn angels of the Lord are giant pain in the ass and they need to get their damn vocal chords ripped out sometimes, but -- everyone be careful, alright, and stay away from whatever the hell's going down unless you can handle it.
If you're wondering to yourself whether or not you can handle it --
[Jo closes the shotgun with a click.]
You probably can't.
( [Filtered to Morgana and Hanna Marin // Private // Unhackable] )
( [Filtered to Dean and Sam // Private // Unhackable] )
( [Filtered to Castiel // Private // Unhackable] )
Tags:
- all she wants is a shotgun :(,
- angels of the i don't care,
- cas is the only cool angel,
- hanna is the little sister,
- hunter born and raised,
- i hate life right now,
- i need some holy water stat,
- lucifer is a dickbag,
- morgan is the best witch of all,
- shoot first ask questions later,
- the winchesters are my family,
- you guys are all kinda dumb
[Jo has forsaken her shirt for the evening, settling to wear a bathing suit top instead of bothering to try and maintain her modesty. She is a mermaid, with a pale golden tail, but accompanying her fins are a set of bright yellow phosphorescent strings that are adorning... pretty much her entire body. Her arms and fingers are gone, replaced by these odd tentacles, and they're glowing. Her hair is much the same -- instead of her usual blonde locks, an assortment of tentacles and strings, glowing brilliantly in the darkening water.
She doesn't look bothered, though she does look somewhat tired.]
Anyone else having trouble sleeping? I keep thinking Jaws is gonna come around the corner and rip my face off -- and I haven't tried going back inside. Suffocating isn't my idea of a great Thursday night.
She doesn't look bothered, though she does look somewhat tired.]
Anyone else having trouble sleeping? I keep thinking Jaws is gonna come around the corner and rip my face off -- and I haven't tried going back inside. Suffocating isn't my idea of a great Thursday night.
5 [Accidental Video]
Aug. 1st, 2011 03:45 pm[Jo is at the carnival, an air rifle in her hands. At her side is at least forty flattened bottle caps -- preparation to win whatever it is she has set out to win on this fine day. There are a line of targets and a sign, to her right, that states 'bullseye gets the top shelf -- trade-ins allowed'.
She holds the gun up to eye-level with a grin, exhaling slowly, before she pulls the trigger.
Bullseye.
When she receives her large stuffed rabbit, Jo doesn't look satisfied. She tosses forward a few more 'coins' and lines up for another shot. Another shot, another bullseye, another large stuffed rabbit, which still isn't enough. She has her eye on something much bigger, apparently, and so Jo tosses forward a few more coins, and raises the gun to take her final shot. When she receives her third prize, she shoves them all forward with a bright grin, and receives a monstrous fucking teddy bear for her efforts.
She shoulders the thing, pulling the arms up over her shoulders to wear it like some sort of horrid backpack, awkwardly shoving the bottle caps back into her pocket, giving the man running the booth a salute, before she grabs at her PCD. The bear's head is flopped on top of her own, giving the PCD something of a blank eerie smile before it cuts off.]
She holds the gun up to eye-level with a grin, exhaling slowly, before she pulls the trigger.
Bullseye.
When she receives her large stuffed rabbit, Jo doesn't look satisfied. She tosses forward a few more 'coins' and lines up for another shot. Another shot, another bullseye, another large stuffed rabbit, which still isn't enough. She has her eye on something much bigger, apparently, and so Jo tosses forward a few more coins, and raises the gun to take her final shot. When she receives her third prize, she shoves them all forward with a bright grin, and receives a monstrous fucking teddy bear for her efforts.
She shoulders the thing, pulling the arms up over her shoulders to wear it like some sort of horrid backpack, awkwardly shoving the bottle caps back into her pocket, giving the man running the booth a salute, before she grabs at her PCD. The bear's head is flopped on top of her own, giving the PCD something of a blank eerie smile before it cuts off.]
So I know I'm not really hip to the gossip column in this damn place --
[There's a clicking heard -- the undeniable cocking of a gun.]
-- but someone want to fill me in on why the fuck Lucifer has a girlfriend --
[The sound of the gun being loaded -- the shells sliding into the barrel -- and a click as Jo closes it with a snap.]
-- and whether or not there's anything in the damn desert big enough to take down so I can forget about it?
[There's a clicking heard -- the undeniable cocking of a gun.]
-- but someone want to fill me in on why the fuck Lucifer has a girlfriend --
[The sound of the gun being loaded -- the shells sliding into the barrel -- and a click as Jo closes it with a snap.]
-- and whether or not there's anything in the damn desert big enough to take down so I can forget about it?
[Jo is seated in a chair, somewhere in Adstringendum, twirling her knife between her fingers without a care in the world. She looks distinctly amused, as she glances up towards the wall. There is a dartboard on the wall, with four darts in it -- each pinned for a direct bullseye.]
How long's it gonna take for you guys to realize the filters are down? I swear, you're like a dog that's been begging for ten minutes too long and you still haven't realized no one's gonna throw you a bone.
[Jo tosses the camera a grin -- she's only teasing -- before she tosses her knife upward, catching it by the handle, to throw it at the dartboard. It knocks the other darts clean out of the way, for a bullseye.]
Anyone know if there's a bar around here worth fixing up? I know that's not exactly high on the priority list, but a bit of home would be nice -- especially while the Animus are busy airing all of your dirty little secrets instead of flooding us out or whatever the hell they've done before.
How long's it gonna take for you guys to realize the filters are down? I swear, you're like a dog that's been begging for ten minutes too long and you still haven't realized no one's gonna throw you a bone.
[Jo tosses the camera a grin -- she's only teasing -- before she tosses her knife upward, catching it by the handle, to throw it at the dartboard. It knocks the other darts clean out of the way, for a bullseye.]
Anyone know if there's a bar around here worth fixing up? I know that's not exactly high on the priority list, but a bit of home would be nice -- especially while the Animus are busy airing all of your dirty little secrets instead of flooding us out or whatever the hell they've done before.
[Jo is sitting on a couch. She's pale, but the color is returning to her cheeks, and there's a light in her eyes that wasn't there yesterday. She has a notebook on her lap and she's wearing clothes that are a bit big for her, but at least they're not bloody and disgusting.]
Hey --
[She pauses, a little awkwardly, before shrugging it off.]
So I'm guessing this thing broadcasts to everyone around this world, so I thought I'd introduce myself, seeing as I didn't really get a shot to -- I'm Jo Harvelle. If anyone needs anything, you can hit me up on this cell phone or something -- I'm guessing everyone has my number or feed or however the hell this works.
[It's here, Jo pauses, and she flips through her notebook quickly.]
While I'm on this thing, I just wanted to know if anyone could help me out with some things.
Can anyone tell me anything about the Animus except they like to screw with people's heads and they live in the Inner City? That's about all I've gathered...I'd head to the library to check it out but I guess you guys just had a re-enaction of Noah's Ark, so that's out of the question.
[She looks like she's about to stop talking when something occurs to her, and Jo straightens.]
Oh, and does anyone have a rosary I could borrow? I can give it right back -- and some salt. Chalk would be cool, too. And I'm gonna need a shotgun, some empty ammunition rounds, and some regular ammunition rounds, if there's any to spare. I can pay you with whatever you need, but I'm guessing there's not really any kind of ATM lying around here, so I can barter with you, depending on what you want. Give me a couple of days to rest up and I'll make good on my word.
Hey --
[She pauses, a little awkwardly, before shrugging it off.]
So I'm guessing this thing broadcasts to everyone around this world, so I thought I'd introduce myself, seeing as I didn't really get a shot to -- I'm Jo Harvelle. If anyone needs anything, you can hit me up on this cell phone or something -- I'm guessing everyone has my number or feed or however the hell this works.
[It's here, Jo pauses, and she flips through her notebook quickly.]
While I'm on this thing, I just wanted to know if anyone could help me out with some things.
Can anyone tell me anything about the Animus except they like to screw with people's heads and they live in the Inner City? That's about all I've gathered...I'd head to the library to check it out but I guess you guys just had a re-enaction of Noah's Ark, so that's out of the question.
[She looks like she's about to stop talking when something occurs to her, and Jo straightens.]
Oh, and does anyone have a rosary I could borrow? I can give it right back -- and some salt. Chalk would be cool, too. And I'm gonna need a shotgun, some empty ammunition rounds, and some regular ammunition rounds, if there's any to spare. I can pay you with whatever you need, but I'm guessing there's not really any kind of ATM lying around here, so I can barter with you, depending on what you want. Give me a couple of days to rest up and I'll make good on my word.
