asgardeventide | text + New Camelot&Buffy Filter

[ If anyone's been wondering, Jo has been locked up in the Roadhouse, with her ~~finally~~ restocked bar, and doesn't really plan on moving. Door's locked, lights are off, and it's really just her and the bar (and Ash probably somewhere, working on building his laptop or something - she won't let him go very far) and a lot of alcohol. ]

I'm getting really fucking sick of this, to be perfectly honest.

[ Oh. Also should mention that she's been drinking, for a few hours now. Bless her talented soul that she's able to type coherently. ]

I've done everything they've asked. I've got no problem fighting their war, saving their city. Hell, I'll give them all personal fucking thank yous for the bringing me back to life. Really. I'll shake their fucking hands if they want. Get a damn 'you're the best' tattoo.

But is it so much to ask for some people to stick around? Really? They've already got them here. What's so fucking hard about keeping them?

[ There's a pause here that the rest of the network won't see. A good five, ten minutes where Jo is just staring at her bracelet, thinking over if it's worth it or not, before she has another what the hell moment and adds the next bit. ]

What more do they want from me?

[ Losing Sam, Cas and Daphne was rough. Really rough. Jackson? A lot harder. But now Dean Winchester is gone and Jo is kind of tired of all this. Really, really tired. ]

Oh, and The Roadhouse is gonna be closed for the next week. You'll have to find another bar till then.

[ She'd rather not deal with patrons when she's getting really really drunk. And probably angry. And just overall dealing with feelings she's been putting aside for some time now. ]

Filtered; New Camelot & Buffy seeing as she and Ash are what's left of TFW...

Dean's room is up for grabs, if you have anyone left. He's gone. Checked for his name on the network today to make sure he was still gray and...yeah.

So there's another open bed. Wasn't sure if we're like, renting them out at this point or not.

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[ She accidentally presses sends and curses, sitting up on her bar-stool so she's not hanging over the counter any more, trying to look less like a complete mess than she really is when she turns the video feed on. Jo couldn't really care less how she looked, or appeared, to others - the alcohol giving her the kind of confidence that could be dangerous, if she was feeling reckless - but she can't let herself look weak. Not in front of anyone, let alone Arthur or his knights. If he and Merlin are the only ones she has left...

Well. She just can't. That's the end of it, really. Even if the way he says her name - the Joanna, first, but then the correction - stands out to her. If she wanted to, she could probably think on that. Let it sink in just how much Arthur's trying, how she really has no right to shut them out (lock them out, literally) like she is. But she doesn't think on it, and instead just shakes her head when the video feed turns on, ignoring the way her head continues to spin even after she stops. ]

Don't- Arthur. Just. Don't. [ Jo's not slurring, not yet. But there's a haze over her eyes. Anger and pain and alcohol. But she's trying, always trying, to keep her head up. She should probably say something about how it's not his fault, he has nothing to apologize for, but she...can't. Instead, Jo stares for just a moment, thinks about saying something else, before she sighs and shakes her head. ] Apparently the gods just couldn't keep 'em around any longer.

[ Arthur recognises the state. He saw it in Dean more than once, and many more times than that in Camelot. ( He considers himself fortunate to never have seen it in a looking-glass, though perhaps that's more foolish stubbornness than luck. ) It's haunting sight, particularly in one whose spirit always burns bright and wild, powerful in its own right.

Perhaps it's just burning a bit hotter tonight. ]

Our time was never assured. This city has lost some of its strongest allies of late.

[ Cas and Sam were amongst the greatest of Asgard's assets, surely, for all the work they'd put forward. It's near proof enough for Arthur to know the gods haven't done this intentionally. ]

[ Sam, Cas, Dean, Daphne, her mother...she just doesn't understand why they leave, why people who would do so much good, so much more than she could, are sent home when she's still here.

Survivor's guilt, at it's worst, but she knows it'll pass. For now she's allowing herself a night. Maybe a few days of embarrassment, and then she'll keep moving. This must have just been her first (and hopefully only) big mistake, putting this all on the network. Her lips stretch into a dark little grimace as she tilts her head in agreement. ]

Funny how we always manage to stick around. [ But not funny. Not in the least. She's just...not sure exactly what she's feeling. Stir-crazy. Lashing out to see when she'll finally hit a wall, or run out of gas. Something. ]

[ To the brink and back. Whoever would call them fortunate is either horribly misguided or deluded themselves. ]

Perhaps we're simply too stubborn to let go.

[ He remembers, during the height of the war. She'd told him their sheer strength of will would pull them through victorious. She gave him strength. He smiles, wry. ]

Or perhaps we're simply too handsome to be let go of.

[ He wonders if they look more the part of walking through Hell now or then. That it's a close call should be telling. ]

We're too stubborn?

[ There's a hollow laugh that she gives at that, just because she never imagined herself to be more stubborn than Dean Winchester. But there was a first time for everything, wasn't there? And which of them were left?

The laugh dies out into a smile, as she gives it a thought - head falling to the side for the slightest moment - before she nods. ]

See, I can agree with that. We are definitely the prettier of the bunch.

[ It's a sign to how much alcohol she's had that she can find herself smiling at all, even if there's a distinct sort of bitterness to it. To everything.

During the war, things were simpler, because you could fight and you could die and you'd just come back again. There was someone to blame, an enemy to fight, something to hunt and kill and move on from. But here Jo doesn't know where to go, who to turn to. The people she used to depend on, that she still depends on, could disappear at any moment. Her entire world could turn upside down and she won't have anything to grab hold of, to look forward to.

She has no home, away from here, and that seems to be the only thing people aim towards. just wait it out and you'll go back home. ]

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