Jo hadn't made it as far as the bed before falling asleep last night.

In fact she hadn't even made it all the way into the room.

Which was why she currently lay half-in half-out of the doorway, her eyes moving rapidly under closed eyelids, while Jet sat next to her whining.

[for one!]

Jo woke to a somewhat apologetic throat-clearing. Or rather she pulled her blankets up around her head and mumbled something about five more minutes.

The throat-clearing happened again, and this time Jo noticed both that it was rather male, and that the weight at the foot of her bed, was not Jet. Who, for his part, was just sitting there wagging his tail. These two facts sent Jo's hand flying for her knife.

...which wasn't there.

"I think that something has gone horribly wrong," said the immaculately dressed man with the cadaverous features perched at the foot of the bed. "And you can't use me against me."

Jo stared. She felt this was an appropriate response. "You mean you're...?"

The man turned his head to one side, tugging down his collar so Jo could see the W.A.H. tattooed along his neck. "I'm afraid so."

Jo covered her head with her pillow. "This place never stops being weird."

[Establishy!]

"Jet, come on, time for a walk," Jo said impatiently, not for the first time. Jet, for his part, was much more interested in barking at the vent. Sighing, she came over to Jet and clipped his lead on.

She tilted her head curiously at the vent, and reached up to lever the grate off. She barely had time to finish saying "What's got you so worked up?" before getting a faceful of gremlin and a shoulderful of teeth.

When Jill Monroe opened the door, the gremlin took advantage of the opportunity to wriggle though the gap and fled down the hall, pursued by Jet.

Taking off in the opposite direction, Jill jogged down the hall. Slowly. Without a bra.

[Follows this. Establishly.]

Coming slowly awake, Jo realised that something was wrong. She wasn't quite sure what, just that something was.

Like the bed was smaller, and her clothes were tighter.

And her chest was...flatter.

Frowning, she lifted up the sheet.

"The hell?"

[open. especially to anyone who might have a reason to be there]

Jo was smiling as she finished getting her room ready before Luke came over.

Her good mood might have had a lot to do with the bunch of flowers that took up a prominent place on her desk right now.

[For the boy and SP]

Stretching as she woke up and rolled out of bed, Jo was shocked when she fell several times her height to the floor. It seemed that overnight her bed (and room) had grown enormous!

In fact, she wasn't even sure that this was her room. It certainly didn't look or smell like the roadhouse. Clearly, some kind of demon was responsible, and she had to find out which.

[ooc: open! Jo's gone plastic!WinchestersHarvelle for the weekend, and is consequently the size of a Barbie...and perky. Very, very perky.]

Jo had been taking very good care of Luke ever since he'd turned into a figure.

She hadn't even been tempted by the fact he was both fully-poseable and just the right size to fit into most Barbie clothes. Really.

Ignore the camera.

Happy and more than a little giddy from the champagne, Jo tugged on Luke's hand as she got the door open. "After you."

That was only polite after all.

[For the boyfriend and likely to get NWS in the comments]

Jo frowned as she looked at the message from Ash in her email.

Or rather she frowned at all the attachments his email had. There was something there, some sort of pattern she was picking up on, something that needed a hunter.

So naturally, instead of picking up the phone, or forwarding the email to Uncle John, she started packing a duffel and sent a reply back to Ash.

As she headed down to the causeway, she pulled out her phone and left a message.

[ooc: Establishy, not for interaction. See availability post here for more info.]

Jo was sitting cross-legged on her bed, planning on new and exciting ways of annoying Hades when a snowflake drifted in the window, landing in her hair.

Suddenly it all made sense, everything! But they'd be coming after her as soon as they figured out she knew.

She'd have to take some precautions first. She started digging through her belongings.

[open to any Jackalopes in the vicinity]