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[open] The Roadhouse's doors are always open...

Who: Jo Harvelle & you!
What: Some conversations are best had over a beer.
When: various times after dream event.
Where: The Roadhouse
Rating: PG-13?

[ The Roadhouse is most always open - it gives people somewhere to go, and Jo something to do. Some people come to find Jo, other's just come to find peace. Either way, it's good alcohol and an informal atmosphere to forget your troubles for a while...

Just watch out for Ash on the pool table. ]

ooc: had a few plans for Jo and some of her CR, figured I'd throw up an open log for anyone looking for a reason to head to a bar and chat it up with the local, non-native bartender! Feel free to leave OTA tags, or have your characters interact with their own CR with the Roadhouse used as a meeting place of sorts. Totally up to you.

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[ Morgana is a woman with little peace.

She handles herself better here than she does in Camelot, so much is certain. It still does not mean she is peaceful. Quite the contrary, and lately, less than ever.

She is not one for alcohol, either, but she goes to the Roadhouse anyway. Searching for a place where she could simply -- be, sort her thoughts, find a string of logic in the mess that is her life.

She is an unlikely visitor, all silken gown in purple of blue, a cape on her head, though she takes it off, takes a seat.

Inhale and exhale.

She tries to think. ]

[Dean blows through the doors of the roadhouse with a sour look on his face. He's still not happy about all the dream hopping and the fact that he was several years behind everyone else, but when Jo asked him over he couldn't refuse.

He takes a seat at the bar and drums his fingers while he waits for her. He figures she'll come with beers in tow if she knows what's good for her.]

[Jamie is still in that 'get-to-know-your-new-city' phase, and his wandering into the Roadhouse is just that, wandering. But since he can't remember the last time he was in a tavern, he decides to take a wee look around before heading back out.

It leads him over to the shooting game, which is something he hasn't seen before, and that almost immediately gets his undivided attention. He starts nosing around it, trying to see how it works, which involves a lot of peering on his end, with a attempt to try and move one of the guns from side to side and some experimental poking at the coin slot. And he's not being too subtle about it, either, too fascinated with the machine to really care much if other people see him or not.]

[ If there's one thing Jo knows, it's that when talking to Dean about anything, it's safer to bring alcohol. So when, just a moment or two later, she comes out of the kitchen she's got two bottles of beer in each hand. Just in case.

She's already talked to Sam - about how he wants to handle bringing Dean up to speed on everything - but she figures this has got to be a little overwhelming for him. Especially after her whole dream fiasco, right after getting to Asgard in the first place, and maybe she wants to help him hate everything just a little less. ]

Hey. [ Jo sets the bottles down on the counter, opening them up and handing one to him. ] How's it going?

[ Jo doesn't notice Morgana at first, wiping away at the counters and just assuming it was another native or even a traveler she doesn't know. It's not like she's expecting anyone, and usually even the knights will let her know if they're planning on coming by.

So she mutters something like 'be right with you' with the door closes, and she finishes up her chore as quickly as she can. But when she looks up and sees who it is that walked in, she can't help but freeze up a bit.

Morgana.

Jo's been doing her best to stay out of the drama happening in Camelot - even if the more recent of it sent Merlin off to god knows where and it's worried her - she doesn't know too much about anything. Only that Morgana hasn't been living with them for some time. She doesn't know the story in detail, and doesn't really care to, so rather than standing there like an idiot, Jo just heads on over as casually as I can. ]

Looking for something in particular? [ She's talking about drinks, of course. She wasn't sure if Morgana was as ignorant as Gwaine and Merlin had been about alcohol. ]

How do you think?

[He sounds pretty bitter but he swipes the beer off the counter and takes a pull from the mouth of it.]

At least this place has food and booze. Could be worse. That whole dream surfing shit was a helluva way to show up in the pagan pantheon.

Yeah, you definitely picked one of the worse curses to pop in on.

[ She just watches him for a minute before grabbing her own. ]

You talk to Sam?

Lucky me.

[It's sarcasm and the way he rolls his eyes and he takes another swig makes that obvious.]

Yeah, he's actin' like he's off his meds.

[ Jo takes a long drink from her bottle, trying to figure out the best way to talk about this without either a) pissing Dean off, or b) screwing something up. ]

Last curse, [ she starts, pointing one of her fingers up off her glass and pointing at him, trying to make it seem as casual as she can ] had the whole city covered in those candy heart things. If you stepped on one, it forced you to do all this crazy shit to the first person you saw. Kiss 'em, compliment 'em, punch 'em in the face... [ she shrugs. ] This place isn't a cake-walk, don't get me wrong, but it's not usually so R rated.

[ As for the Sam thing, she kind of drops her eyes from him. ]

Yeah, well. Apparently you two go through some crazy shit in the future.

[Dean deadpans at her with a look on his face that says she can't be serious, but he knows she is, and then the look gradually changes to one of impressed acceptance. The gods knew how to dish things out and keep people in check. It reminded him of the Trickster with a lot less death involved.]

I don't buy that whole future crap, and Sam didn't wanna share the details. I can believe that it's 2013 here, sure. Especially with the bracelets, but back home? Sam just looks like he bench pressed a friggin' Chevy and got a little lazy with his personal upkeep.

I dunno about here. Some things, yeah, especially the bracelets. But the natives live like it's medieval england or some shit and there's no internet. [ Obviously because internet is the basic necessity for the future. Ask Ash, he's having a real issue with it. ] Last I knew from back home it was 2009, so I can't really help you with that.

Can you do something about that? Sam's whole... [ She motions to the top of her head, making a face that's supposed to mean his hair cut. ] It's getting a little out of hand. More and more every time I see him.

2009? Not you too.

[Dean grimaces. He doesn't want to hear that he's so damn far behind everyone else when nobody was willing to do a damn thing about helping educate him.]

I could go at him with a pair of clippers but I'd probably wind up on my ass. The way it looks Sam's treatin' his hair like a precious commodity.

Sorry?

[ But she's not really. Not when she knows he at least gets to see the rest of it. That's where her line ends, as far as she knows. ]

Either way, it's pretty bad. Maybe wait till he's sleeping?

If you think you can sneak up on Sam while he's sleeping you've got another thing comin'.

[Dean laughs into the bottle of his beer but it's not a real laugh, it's more annoyed than anything else.]

We're both more or less trained to snap awake at the first sound. We haven't been caught off guard yet.

You could drug him.

[ She's kidding, of course. But she shrugs all the same, because while she might have been able to help him out on the updating bit, she'd promised Sam. ]

[That almost makes Dean spit out his beer. He snorts into the side of his hand instead.]

Yeah. That'd go over well.

It's just an idea.

[ But he seems to be in a better mood, and that makes her smile a little easier. ]

You could use your powers too. What house did you end up in?

Powers? What powers?

[This is all lost on Dean. He has no clue what she's talking about and drowns out the uncertainty with another drink of beer.]

Freya. The bitch has me on a leash.

You get powers when you get here, smart one. Did you listen to the welcome party?

[ Not like Jo did when she got here, but she's been here almost five months now so those are just details. ]

Freya's are... uh. Charm and energy transfer, right?

You're askin' me like I have a friggin' clue. I didn't go to the welcome party so I didn't get that knowledge bomb.

[Dean takes another pull from the bottle of beer and then turns it around in his hands, picking at the label.]

[ she lifts her eyes, looks at her for a moment, ah, Jo before shaking her head. ]

You will have to forgive me, I know so very little of that which you serve here to answer that.

[ there is a shade of a grin on her lips ]

You will have to choose for me.

Well you have powers. Surprise.

[ There's a moment when she just kind of watches him, gauging his reaction, before she stands up from where she was leaning on the bar and takes a drink from her bottle. ]

It's not that bad, you know. [ A pause, and then she's shrugging a little. ] I mean, it's no home. And it's pretty shitty half the time, but it's not bad. Or I guess 'it could be worse' works better.

Ain't that the truth.

[And the story of his life. Things could always, always be worse. Hell, he was lucky to have Sam, Jo, and Ash around for company. He could be stuck here solo.]

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