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>> late july

[moderatelycompetent]

[Help prepare some food, they said. It sounded easy enough. How could it be harder than helping out with prep at the Mystic Grill? It suited his skillset a lot more than rushing out to fight demons with superheroes and vikings, that's for sure. But the kitchen reality turned out to be messier than expected. When Landon returns to the room, he's in desperate need of a shower, covered in gore and sinew well past his forearms.

There's some fumbling with the doorknob before he pushes the door open, after some struggling to get it open with just his elbows. There's less mess that way, he thinks. And if he's lucky enough, he'll find the shower unoccupied and will be able to make a beeline for a more comfortable, less disgusting existence.]

>> you broke in my inbox. i'm touched

[havethings]

( It's a minute later, Hope returns to their room, towel wrapped around her. It's the smell she notices first, before she even goes inside. All she can think is that they need to check in more - especially if this is the kind of activity Landon's going to get up to.

It could be sexy, or at least, sexy-ish. Hope half naked and clean and Landon right there. Except, Landon smells like he was waist deep inside an animal. And it's not a smell she'll get out of her nostrils any time soon. )

Oh - that's -- you.

( The smell is you. )

What were you doing?

[moderatelycompetent]

[ she stops and reacts the way she does, and it feels like an extraordinary amount of attention has suddenly settled upon him. ]

Oh. You're. [ she's in a towel. He shouldn't be looking at her while she's in a towel. His eyes scramble away, his head tilting to the blank wall on her right. ]

I was just -- they needed some help in the kitchen. That's all.

[havethings]

Showered?

( Yeah, he should, too. But, that's right. Usually, they separated when they changed. They woke up but showered separately. Saw each other for breakfast. Never -- like this. )

That doesn't look or smell like help..

( Just overkill. )

Tell me they're not recycling the demonic carnival remains. Or -- What attacked everyone? We're supposed to eat them?

[moderatelycompetent]

Yes. [That's a word that doesn't involve imagining any of her unmentionables.] Showered. Let's go with that.

[Oh good she's still talking and that means he can escape this moment.]

But -- I don't think they were? They made it sound like it's what usually passes for the meat we get. At least it's locally sourced?

Post-event/Action

[predispositions]

(lizzie and josie didn't go to the cult gathering because after the expedition to the fortress lizzie wanted to keep her sister as far from that dark magic and creepiness as possible. but she does want to know what went down so while she texts blue for some answers she also ends up on hope's door, knocking loudly.)

[havethings]

( Hope's tired, but no worse for the wear. She stayed hidden and didn't drink. Landon's getting cleaned up and her dad's probably right outside, she thinks. Considering he'd tracked her down after she didn't answer his message. It's been a long day and the lecture was enough.

There's a knock and she has half a mind to not answer it. Maybe he wants to apologize.

Opening it, she visibly deflates because it is not her father apologizing. But, she steps aside. )

I thought you were my dad.

backdated to august 14th.

[poppycock]

( he's tired of pacing and wondering if jason is lying drunk or dead in a ditch somewhere, and quite frankly, it's getting late for either of those options. klaus helps himself to rummaging in jason's room, grabbing a worn shirt on top of his mussed sheets before making his way from hellburbia to the hotel.

kol doesn't answer his phone, and he's hesitant to approach his daughter with such a task — it's not her responsibility. however: taking the time to track down his brother doesn't seem worth the time and furthermore, perhaps he should put a little more faith in his daughter, as she's been very keen to let him know she'd like since her arrival.

with that decision, he knocks on her suite door, jason's shirt in hand. )

[havethings]

( everyone come to Hope's. well, Hope's and everyone else's. it is just Hope for the moment. there's something about hell where people don't spend much time in their rooms. like cruise ships.

and what do you know, she's been taking Landon's advice - albeit without her father.

when she answers the door, she answers paint-stained having wiped some on her old t shirt and jeans she'd picked up somewhere. He hair's up in a bun and that paintbrush in the other hand - she's caught being her dad.

Sort of. )

Did I forget out plans we made?

[poppycock]

( he's not sure what he expected to find, but his daughter painting gives him pause, the kind that grips his heart with an affection that is so strong it pains him. (he feels this way most of the time he looks at her; it's impossible not to be in awe in death just as much as it was in life.)

he exhales heavily, peering past her shoulder to the upright canvas, and says with some disappointment, ) At another time, I would love to join you, but unfortunately I do need your help.

[havethings]

( one day he'll stop looking like that any time she so much as steps into a room. it's a lot to live up to and only sometimes does she feel like she succeeds. )

You need my help. ( that lands -- how it lands, as it would coming from her overprotective tracking her to cult meetings father, but. she's not going to fight. he's not here to fight.

she steps aside. )

Come in. Let me -- ( set this paintbrush down and ... wipe her hands on a rag and try to not looks like this to help him. ) What do you need my help with?

i didn't get this?? thanks dw

[poppycock]

( she has nothing to live up to in order to deserve his love. that is unconditional and never-ending. it pains him to know — to know because of him — she might believe any differently.

he walks inside, takes note of the room and a closer look at her canvas. jason's shirt is still white-knuckled in his grasp. it hasn't been long since he was last here, escorting her back to her room after the veiled order meeting.

he does not regret the lecture; what he does regret is their disconnect. perhaps this is his way of bridging that gap. ) Jason's missing. I need you to do a locator spell.

[moderatelycompetent]

[It's been a full day since the incident, but at last Landon's body begins to smoke and burn, tiny flames working their way up his sides before his body is finally swallowed up in a ball of fire. Despite the embers insisting on dancing at the bottom of the charred mattress, it puts itself out easily enough, and Landon sits up, coughing and brushing himself off.

That one felt kind of weird, actually. Coming back is never pleasant, but it isn't usually this achey. He rolls his shoulders as he looks for someone to fill him in.]

Hope?

[Is she feeling better? She doesn't look quote as goth right now.]

[havethings]

( hope hasn't left. her father sat beside her, or near her, and occasionally stood off to the side. he didn't leave her, not even when she went to confront lilith. that had been fruitless. landon's resurrection is taking more time than usual, all because of lucifer and how weak he is.

sure.

fine.

hope didn't like her answer but she couldn't do anything about it. all she could do is go back. and sit. she ate when her father pleaded her to. she waited. she mindlessly checked the network.

and then the spark.

he erupts in flames, destroys the mattress he's on, but hope doesn't care. she keeps her distance until the fire dies down and her boyfriend sits up covered in ash and char. )

I'm here. I'm - I'm right here.

( turning back to her father who'd finally witnessed his phoenixing in person, she asks for a moment. she appreciates that he was here and thanks him. but she and Landon need time. and her dad needs a shower. (and a change of clothes)

once he takes his leave, she moves closer to the bed and kneels. )

Landon, I'm --

[moderatelycompetent]

[He swings his legs over the side of the burnt mattress and pulls himself to his feet, swaying slightly as he does so.]

-- You're feeling better? You look better.

[ He's a little paler than normal, but his heart is beating and his body is warm with life. ]

Sorry about making you clean up. [After his body. Whatever mess was left if he bled out somewhere. Do you even bleed out after someone snaps your neck? He's never had to think about it before.]

[havethings]

( She stands, ready to steady him.

He - no, he didn't bleed out. ) I. ( He's - is he apologizing to Hope? ) Landon, I killed you. I need to be the one apologizing.

[moderatelycompetent]

You didn't know me. You were under a spell or something. Those mares everyone was talking about.

[He leans against her, but transitions into an embrace.]

You weren't in control of yourself. [Her body was being pulled around. Like Raf's was. Better his friends kill him than kill someone who won't come back.]

september event | action

[polydeukes]

[Josie and Hope have never been people that make dedicated time for each other, even so much as they were friends, but currently, while high on all those feel good vibes, Josie's starting to think they should. It's honestly the best way for them to stay on the same page especially with how crazy Hell can get.

Josie may have ambushed her a little bit, but she came prepared. She brought cookies. She made whipped coffee drinks. She is ready for some girl chat.

In a scene that's oddly reminiscent of that time she was possessed by Christmas, she holds up the plate in front of her when Hope appears and offers her a smile.]

Cookie?

[havethings]

( Another day, this might feel like an ambush. She has many more things to do than accept Josie's familiar brand of Christmas spirit, none of which are what she's been doing. Because none of those things don't feel like things anymore. Just excuses. Why should there be so many excuses when life is so good? Landon's alive. She has almost her whole family here and Rebekah who went back? Went back to live a happy life with Marcel.

Why not celebrate?

When she answers the door she's in a lighter choice for her outfit of the day.

She was on her way out, actually. )

Josie. Hey. Oh my god, is that coffee? I've had such a sweet tooth lately. The answer is yes, come on in!

[polydeukes]

[Fantastic! Josie will make her way inside, setting the cookies down on the nearest available flat surface, before holding out one of the coffees to her.]

I figured we haven't really had the chance to chat since you got here, so why not get everything out on the table, you know?

[havethings]

( And she will take that coffee with a big old grin. )

I think that that is a fabulous idea. Why shouldn't we just lay it all out. Work through the weirdness. With sweets! Sit, sit.

un: iconic | just setting up a few events i wanted before the event stuff. aka spamming your inbox

[predispositions]

(it's not until after the day elena tells lizzie what she found out about josie that lizzie reaches out to hope. she knows hope has been having a rought time lately too, so instead of starting with the bad news, she gives an offer.)

i don't know about you, but i could use a good scream

spam away, you know I thrive on this shit. it's my lifeblood. I'm like tinkerbell except w messages

[havethings]

( timing really is everything. she drops down her bag in her room. three days in the woods with her dad did her good, and she thinks it did him good. but, it didn't fix anything. she may have felt more free. she may have been able to howl all she wants. but nothing is better. and now she's meeting Elijah tomorrow. )

When and where?

[predispositions]

maybe out near hellburbia? and nowish?

(at least large parts of that area seem to be relatively safe. relatively.)

[havethings]

I'll bring my crossbow and we'll both bring our lungs?