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Who: Jo and the people she invites to stay with her.
Where: Her house which is also the Continuing Hope Art Gallery
When: Sunday - Monday - Tuesday (all three days can get clumped into this one post. Just put the day in your subject!)
What: Duh. People have been locked out of the castle. This is because of that.
Notes: Sunday, we will assume she invited people in their own journals or they knew they had a standing invitation to stay if things went crazy. Those people, I've oocly contacted. On Monday, she will be making a journal entry opening up space in the gallery. She didn't want to do it if it was just a one-day thing. So if you want your character to get some CR with Jo, or anyone you see tagging into this post - feel free to throw a Monday or a Tuesday up in this post and direct someone toward it! You can reply to their comment with an OOC note or just send them a PM. None of us bite and we want more CR! -- also -- 3rd person narrative OR [commentspam] are okay by me.

It was... weird. Well, not as weird as hearing that before she had arrived in the castle no one had been actually "arriving" for a month. That had been around Christmas, nearly two years ago, and that was when apparently people were moving to the city convinced that they were 'from' the city. So far, it didn't sound like the stories she'd heard from those days. If anything this just felt like the castle was having her time of the month and didn't want anyone to touch her.

Or, maybe the castle was tired of everyone saying that it was a horrible place to be. The damn thing seemed to have a mind of its own, why not feelings too? Whatever was wrong with it, there were leaves piled up, people stuck outside and a lot of residents not feeling exactly welcome in a place that had kidnapped them.

That was the most ironic thought of the day.

Jo had a few friends that she knew would show up if they needed a place to crash, so she spent most of the early morning hours making sure she had clean towels and that the pull-out couch had clean sheets on it. Lucky for anyone staying with her, she'd gone grocery shopping the other day -- it had been on her list of things to do along with the inventory for the Lux -- and so her fridge was just fine. Besides, she assumed that this wasn't going to be a week-long thing.

Well, she hoped it wasn't going to be a week-long thing.

For the moment, Jo was just wondering what she was going to do with her time. It had been a while since she'd had a day off from the Lux. Not since... before the pirates. When her bar was destroyed. Man, she really hopes her bar isn't destroyed.

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Her obvious distraction had been brief, but apparently it was enough. Something had slipped past her usually cool and calm appearance when she wasn't being careful. It was starting to happen more and more often these days. Whether she wanted to admit it or not, this situation was starting to get the better of her.

Fortunately, she recovers quickly. And she'd just opened her mouth to respond to Gwaine that she appreciated the offer but already had somewhere to stay, when an interruption comes in the form of Jo opening the door. (Well, maybe that had helped with the recovery too.)

She turns to look toward the door. "Not at all." And then, after a moment or two, she remembers her manners. There are two people standing here who don't know each other, after all. "Gwaine, this is Jo. The one I was telling you about."

Gwaine frowns slightly, not buying the quick recovery. However, he's not about to press Julia. Instead, he quickly filters the concern behind a bright smile aimed at Jo.

"Good morning, my lady. Julia was just telling me you had been kind enough to open your home to her. I wish to thank you myself for your great hospitality toward my queen." He bows deeply to her as anyone who extends a hand to Julia is immediately okay in his book.

Jo glances to the guy, raising an eyebrow up for a moment at the way the guy is talking. It's got to be the whole Arthur era that's heavy in this guy, which isn't a bad thing, it's just a 'need to get used to this' thing.

The bit about Julia being his Queen... that was just hilarious, but even beyond the joking tone of the remark, she figured a guy like him hadn't really figured out much beyond the 'the castle kicked me out?' part of his day.

She leans against the doorframe, just briefly before pushing off of it and gesturing inside, "Well, you're welcome to come in too. I mean, I've got space and plenty of food. Booze, if that's your thing, but really -- if you're a friend of Julia's you're welcome to stay."

If he knew what booze meant, he'd have been inside an hour ago. As it is, space, food and more time to spend with beautiful women is enough settle any qualms he may have had.

He bows again, not so low this time, in thanks. "I am truly grateful for your kindness. If ever you have need of me, you have but to ask."

This guy is really starting to go above and beyond expectation. He's really... committed to this little ruse to impress someone, and she has to hand it to him. Though that someone might not really be her.

She's amused, in spite of it all. Even if it's over the top. (Or maybe because it is?)

It's at this point that Julia turns to address Jo with a slight smile. "Thank you. Again." She hasn't started to step into the house just yet.

Jo thinks this is pretty interesting all on its own. Knowing there were people like this in the castle was one thing, but having them bowing in gratitude at her doorstep was completely another.

"It's fine, I brought plenty of alcohol from the bar here last weekend. It was one of those... 'this is going too smooth' moments where I let a bit of my old habits rise up. Thankfully, they seem to have paid off this time."

Jo steps aside and moves toward the stairs, gesturing up them. "My place is upstairs, the gallery is the downstairs level. If you like art, you're welcome to take a look."

'Alcohol' he understands very well. He won't be leaving now.

"Shall we?" He stands aside to allow Julia to go inside first.

A gentleman to the end. What do you know. It'll take some getting used to, but he might not be such a bad person to hang around.

"I don't see why not," she says, with just the smallest hint of amusement in her voice before she steps toward the door.

And then they were inside! Gwaine and Julia would be the first to arrive and throughout the evening others, too, would emerge from the leaves and shake them out of their clothing and hair to join the interesting festivities.

Mostly... they would all be doing a lot of drinking.