[ Two months or so ago, Johanna had an interesting conversation with an interesting young man, made an offer to him that she fully intended to follow through on, and then -- well. It's not all her fault that she never got did get back to him. He didn't text back, and then she had the fight with Wrench, and the mall happened to her and to everyone else, and she coped with her nightmares in a variety of questionable ways.
On balance that probably makes it half her fault. She can own that much.
All the stumbling blocks aside, when Peter did contact her to ask about warding his place, it came as a rather welcome surprise. Some of her supplies needed to be restocked -- candles and oil, mostly, as well as some fresh herbs. She's assuming the water Mr. Fell blessed won't lose its potency. But with all her materials packed up, and an address from Peter, she reckons she's as ready as she can be.
There are a few different possibilities running through her head as she lugs her bag to Peter's door and knocks. A Solomonic seal, a magick square if she can remember the proper words, maybe saining. Maybe just pouring some salt in the corners and mumbling "Nolite te bastardes carborundum" and telling him the house is clean. It depends on what he tells her about these people he's afraid of.
Weird fucking people doing rituals. Well, here's hoping he doesn't freak out over one more. ]
For Peter (possessum), spooky season
On balance that probably makes it half her fault. She can own that much.
All the stumbling blocks aside, when Peter did contact her to ask about warding his place, it came as a rather welcome surprise. Some of her supplies needed to be restocked -- candles and oil, mostly, as well as some fresh herbs. She's assuming the water Mr. Fell blessed won't lose its potency. But with all her materials packed up, and an address from Peter, she reckons she's as ready as she can be.
There are a few different possibilities running through her head as she lugs her bag to Peter's door and knocks. A Solomonic seal, a magick square if she can remember the proper words, maybe saining. Maybe just pouring some salt in the corners and mumbling "Nolite te bastardes carborundum" and telling him the house is clean. It depends on what he tells her about these people he's afraid of.
Weird fucking people doing rituals. Well, here's hoping he doesn't freak out over one more. ]