Backdated to late Nov. 28 | text; un: Constantine

[keepgodwaiting]

[ Sometimes later in the day than Ethan's announcement, and shortly after getting yelled at for COMPLETELY REASONABLE ACTIONS, the network updates with: ]

I'm not dead just let me sleep it off

[ Then, grumpily, Constantine pulls the covers over her head and attempts to go back to sleep. ]

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[ ooc: Reactions welcome, threadjacking fine, Johanna's DMs open! ]

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voice, un: thevampirelestat

[perfectdevil]

[ Ring ring :) ]

What is it you're sleeping off?

seen 9:47PM

[keepgodwaiting]

[ Notification buzz. She swears, reaches for her phone, sees the username, groans, throws her phone to the foot of the bed. ]

text; thevampirelestat

[perfectdevil]

Hello.

Hello.

Hello.

You will get sick of this long before I do.

Hello.

Hello.

[ And so it continues. ]

private; voice; un: constantine

[keepgodwaiting]

[ Finally: ]

I will stake you through the heart, Lestat.

Text | UN: Loki

[abit_ofboth]

[Loki had meant to contact Johanna sooner, almost as soon as he’d found out what had happened, but he’d had a meeting of his own with the human counterpart to the werewolf so when he sees this message go up, he decides to leave her a text so as to not disturb her further.]

I have come to understand that you helped Robert a great deal concerning what happened with Mr. Chandler. I understand he is quite upset with you over other decisions you made during the attack, but I, for one, would like to thank you. It likely was a mistake for you to go after him on your own, but I understand why you did it and honestly, I could never thank you enough for helping Robert first.

If you should ever find yourself in a similar situation in the future, know a simple message to me will have me at your side in battle. Please do not hesitate to ask.

private; text; un: Constantine

[keepgodwaiting]

[ It's the small hours of the next morning when she finally responds. Her sleep schedule, erratic at the best of times, is pretty thoroughly fucked by having spent most of the previous day asleep. ]

Generally I don't go looking for battle
I'm not much good in a punch up if it's not against something that respects Latin
So how about I have you front of me in battle next time

💬

Anyway you're welcome

💬

Have you been to see him?

[abit_ofboth]

[It just so happens that Loki has not been sleeping well himself and the more that happens in the City, the less sleep he gets. So when his device goes off as he stares up at the ceiling of his newly painted bedroom, memories of finding out about what happened to Hob and his encounter with Ethan playing in his mind, he is very much awake when her reply comes through.]

I would happily be in front of you for battle. Anything you need, simply ask.


I have. He is okay, though I worry that he is not letting on to how painful his wounds might actually be.

[keepgodwaiting]

can I talk about watching your ass or am I in enough trouble with Gadling already

[ She should. Probably call him. Or, consider this, what if she pretended nothing in the past forty-eight hours happened instead of calling him. Anyway, why's he mad at her? It's not fair. ]

Keep an eye on him for me, will you

text; un: loveless

[limbical]

Did you sustain any injuries?

text; un: Constantine

[keepgodwaiting]

[ When this notification pings, Johanna swears, looks at her phone, and then sighs heavily. Daan probably deserves an answer. ]

Hey doc
No I'm fine, overdid it on magic
How's everyone else

[limbical]

Understandable. Don't know how it works for you, but a solid drink usually makes me feel better.

Not sure yet. No deaths, I don't think. Not that I know of.

[keepgodwaiting]

are you PRESCRIBING booze

private; text; un: mr. chandler

[lupusintus]

Miss Constantine.

[ Nothing else. Not yet. He needs to see if she'll even answer him first. ]

1/2

[keepgodwaiting]

[ Notification ping. Johanna growls an obscenity into her pillow and grabs her device, about ready to throw it across the phone.

Sees the username. Feels her stomach drop. Remembers him peering through the door at her, yellow eyes, claws dragging across the glass. The howl. The sight of someone she's been skin-to-skin with, ready to kill.




Nope. Can't do it. She tosses her phone to the foot of her bed and pulls her blanket over her head. She'll deal with it later. ]

2/2; private; text; un: Constantine

[keepgodwaiting]

[ Eventually -- near dawn -- it's later. ]





demons, huh

[lupusintus]

[ It's about to get even better! Of course, he was up all night worrying, so the reply back is prompt. ]

I never wanted you to see mine. Any of you.

Did I hurt you?

text; un: louis

[deathoftheauthor]

You aren't injured, are you?

text; un: Constantine

[keepgodwaiting]

[ It's a while before there's a response; she must have rolled out of bed briefly. ]

yeah I'm fine, I overdid it last night

[deathoftheauthor]

Overdid it? What do you mean?

private text ; @thundaga (also backdated)

[astraphilia]

you good?

text; un: Constantine

[keepgodwaiting]

[ godddDDDD if her phone goes off again--

Oh. It's Reno.

Sadly, as much as her desire to do a murder abates, she is still cranky and tired. ]

ffs yes o said I'm not dead

*i

[astraphilia]

there's a whoooole lotta room between "good" and "not dead" you know

go back to sleep but text me if you need anything, okay?

Text | Un: Ouroborosed

[inlovewithmycar]

Getting into trouble? Not sure if I should be surprised or not.

I know a few hangover cures. Dunno if they work or not, but they're funny enough.

text; un: Constantine

[keepgodwaiting]

[ She sleeps through this notification, which is probably good for everyone, because when she finally wakes up in the middle of night to go to the bathroom and reads this text she responds with a bewildered: ]

i'm listening

[ ... instead of crankily telling him where to shove his hangover cures. ]

[inlovewithmycar]

There's snacking on a Bermuda onion like an apple after soaking it in pickle juice, rub a lemon on your underarms, or scarf down some fresh owl eggs.

Could also have a hair of the dog that bit you.