oz

who: oz and sophie
where: their car
when: afternoon

Who: Sophie and Oz, the Sophie and Thia
Where: their house
When: morning

Oz had gotten the mail, and was going through it in the kitchen, leaned back against the counter. He was still feeling off, really. Still not quite on par with...well. Anything. But as he was reading over the letter from the school board for the second time, he felt worse. "This cannot be legal." he muttered to himself.

who: Dean and Oz
where: their house
when: late evening

The wedding had been lovely. Small, of course, considering it needed to be, but nice. Maddie had looked gorgeous, and Oz honestly couldn't remember Billy ever looking happier. The guy, while he'd always professed being a loner? Was really going to take to marriage well, and sure as hell seemed happy about it. Mostly, all that did was make Oz smile. They'd stuck around for dinner and cake, and it had been nice, but eventually, they'd been kicked out. Being pregnant wasn't killing Maddie's libido, that was for certain.

who: oz, sophie, dean and lullaby
where: their house
when: around 2am

The basement, while still smelling kind of strongly of laundry detergent and fabric softener, was occupied by the living for the night. Being the ghost hadn't gone away, the decision had been made to spend the night in the basement to attempt to figure out either how to redirect the spirit, contact it with success, or at the very least clean up the damages before they got too bad. No one had pinpointed a time per se that things occurred yet, and so people were attempting to sleep before the annoyances began.

Who: Dean and Oz
Where: their house
When: Night

Who: Billy, Maddie, Oz, Sophie and Jocelyn
Where: Restaurant
When: early evening

Sent in the morning.

Hey. I've been trying to get ahold of the kid again for the past few days, but haven't been able to. I think he's dropped off the grid. Don't know what to do next about it. you had better access to shit than i did.-oz

Who: Oz and Pandect
Where: Lamplighter Motel
When: afternoon

Pandect adjusted the flashing against the vent carefully before lining up the soldering iron. The day manager was standing on the ground below him and Pandect had the sudden uncharitable urge to kick a bundle of shingles down on his head. Mr. Andrew had made a big deal about how since ‘some kid with no concept of effective business processes’ (his words, not Pandect’s) had hired him he expected Pandect to work extra hard to prove himself.

He had barely resisted the urge to roll his eyes at Mr. Andrew.

who: oz and dean
where: osbourne residence
when: afternoon

Oz was in the games room on the third floor. It was too cold outside to be playing on the porch, but he'd still had the urge to play, and even sing for a bit. Which was something, considering he hadn't really done that since the kids had gone off to another country. He hadn't had the concentration for it. And with things as insane as they had been lately, with the attacks, the subsequent executions...he hadn't had a whole lot of music to draw from in his system.

Who: Gabe and Oz
Where: Phoneland
When: Afternoon

Gabe had read the anonymous note over and over again all week. Eventually, he re-typed it and saved it on his computer, afraid he might ruin the only copy he had, though he was careful to keep it in a safe place. He just couldn't decide if he should try contacting the guy, since he did have an abundance of friends willing to help him-- more friends than he wanted, even. But not one of them was cursed like he was, and so he finally worked up the nerve to call the number on the flier. He was taking a risk, and he knew that, but he thought he could ask the right questions to make sure he had the right guy before giving too much of himself away first. As the phone rang, Gabe's foot tapped nervously, hoping he wouldn't get voice mail. He hadn't planned on leaving a message.

who: oz
where: gabe's house
when: late

A small box is left on Gabe's porch with his name on it. Inside, is a book on cursed werewolves. There's also a few typed up pages of notes, personalized ones Oz thought the kid might need to know.

Who: Dean to Oz, Isaac, Caleb and Rose
When: Texts arrive sometime during the night
Where: By text

Just checking in - everything okay? - D

Who: Doc and Oz
Where: phone lines
When: afternoon

who: oz and doc
where: diner on third street
when: mid morning

Oz had gone to put up more fliers. To be there. So if people needed help, he could give it. And he'd been doing that, right up until he'd seen the paper that day. The news hit him like a ton of bricks. He knew he shouldn't be surprised, but...some part of him was. He wound up going into the first place he came across and sat down, ordering coffee but not touching it. Instead, he sat at the counter, staring at the news article, reading and re-reading it. Over, and over.

Died of their wounds. Strains of rabies. He could read between the lines. He'd grown up in a town that had hunters, he knew how it worked. He knew how they worked. And god, no one had even been given a chance. As a werewolf himself, and someone who was going to try his hardest to help people around who needed it right now...this he felt more sharply than he had anything in a long time. He felt sick over it all. Despondent. Hollowed out. It had to be hunters. They just...

Executed. That was what. They had to have gone to the hospital, and just...executed people. People who were hurt, and confused, and who didn't deserve to just be outright killed, because they were in the wrong place at the wrong time. He'd been going to help. God, he'd been going to help. There were ways of controlling things, he knew, he'd been a cursed werewolf since he was a toddler, he knew lots of ways but--any choice those people had was ripped away. Because they were executed.

It was a nightmare. And Oz had never felt so helpless in his life. He was too late. And sure, maybe there were a few that had gotten missed. Maybe they'd call. Or maybe hunters would, and they'd hunt him down like a dog, because of what he was. Not ask him if he wanted to live. Or if he was going to take necessary precautions. Or anything.

Nothing was going to make this better. There was no help for this. He'd gone out with some hope in his heart that he could make a difference, and he wound up feeling like a haunted man.

Put up around town are fliers. The message is simple, typed and reads:

For those attacked on the 26th, if you don't know what's happening to you, and need help, call the following number. Leave a message if no one answers.
(906) 555-9207

Who: Caleb and Dean. Then Oz and Dean. Then Caleb and Dean again. Then Dean and Luallby...
Where: phoneland, then the park, England
When: evening(in England)

Caleb was a little more aware of the time this time when he phoned Dean, sitting in his room staring out the window. He was propped on the sill of it, since it was right there above his bed in the first place, and he was just staring more or less sightlessly out, where things looked really normal. Or, the back yard did, anyways. His mind was on a lot of things, Nic being pretty damn prominent. But, he also just kind of missed Dean being around, and wanted to talk to the guy. Tell him about the magical adventures of running from werewolves he'd missed.

Dean pulled his phone from his pocket as it rang and checked the caller ID, before excusing himself from the room and heading into a quieter part of the house. That was the good thing about Andy's house - it was huge, there was always a quieter part. Somewhere where he could talk to Caleb about whatever he was calling for and not have to worry about being overheard. "Hey mate, what's up?" he asked, sitting down on the stairs, resting his elbows on his knees as he held the phone to his ear.

Who: Billy and Oz with first Lullaby, then with Dean
Where: Dreams, various
When: Just after midnight

It was night, and things were confusing. There was a carnival set in the streets of Dean's town, the edges of the small, imperfectly remembered buildings barely visible beyond the colorful, garishly overly bright lights. Not quite in the center, but close, there was an impossibly huge carousel, looking like something either out of a nightmare, or a Tim Burton movie. Where the horses should have been, there were creatures. Wrong somehow, each and every one of them, and when you weren't looking directly at them, they moved. Like everything in the carnival, the paint was just as overly saturated as the lights--but it was chipped. Cracked. Imperfect.

There was no sky above, and beyond those faint edges of the buildings, there was nothing beyond. A carnival that hung crooked in the nothing, on a faint angle, tilted, not quite flat, unattended. Or, mostly unattended. Lullaby was there. She was looking around, holding onto a stuffed panda that was like everything else there--not quite right. Mostly it was fine. Mostly, it was just cute, fluffy. Properly proportioned for a teddybear. The problem was it seemed to have human eyes. Wide, lidless human eyes that stared out watching her as she looked around everywhere else, oblivious to the bear's scrutiny. The war memorial was there, strung with lights, and the clocks on it all read different times. None of them were right, and one face the hands continually moved, high speed, clocking hours in minutes. It also had a thirteenth hour as opposed to the normal twelve.

Who: Oz and Billy
Where: phoneland
When: morning

Oz grabbed the cordless and headed outside, sitting on the porch as the speed dial blipped in his number. He wasn't sure quite what he was going to say, and that was nothing new. He wasn't exactly someone who was the best at communicating when he wasn't feeling under a lot of pressure and stress, so he wasn't exactly figuring that he'd be doing any stellar job now. But, at least Billy was used to that, so maybe it'd be fine.

Billy was at the old house again - the plan had been to head for his old house to work on the attic again, but he'd called in to the other place to check on Dean's work, only to find there was no sign of the guy having done anything at all for a couple of days - which was teenagers for you. And so he'd stayed - he didn't mind doing the boy a favour, but he wasn't going to fall behind as a result and if Dean couldn't stick with his promise to fill in, then Billy was going to go right back to the job that he was actually being paid for. He set the paintbrush down on top of the can and fished his phone out of his pocket when it rang, catching it just before it diverted to the machine. "Yup?" he asked.

who: Oz and Sophie
where: their temporary house
when: morning

Oz waited for the coffee to be done brewing, and poured himself a cup, before he walked back over to the kitchen table. Setting it down, he leaned over to press a kiss to Sophie's forehead, and he sat down on the chair not across, but next to hers. "There's...going to be a lot of psychological issues to deal with. I'm assuming with both of them." he said first. It was what they needed to discuss. Just where the kids were at and what it meant in general.

Who: Oz and Dean
Where: the house they currently occupy
When: before dawn

After getting Thia and BB into the other bedroom with Sophie, Oz shut the door, and leaned against it for a few long moments. He looked over at Dean, and was at least satisfied that he was alright. Alright and he'd be alright, and yes he had injuries and the smell of blood was all over the house, but...the kid would be physically alright. Now he just had to deal with the mental. He walked over, and leaned against the dresser. "How are you holding up?" he asked first. Instead of 'okay now tell me absolutely everything right the hell now'.

"I slept most of the day," Dean admitted to him, easing himself up in bed, his hand hitting the cooling spot next to him where Thia had been lying until recently. He didn't like being separated out from her like this, paranoia from their previous conversation looming - her fear that she'd just be sent away, all of it. But he tried to push that down, tried to tell himself it was nothing but paranoia. He didn't want to be feeling like that right now, not when he was so fucking relieved to see Oz right now.

Who: Dean and Oz
Where: On the phone
When: Early afternoon

The painkillers were starting to kick in as Dean climbed into bed. It was hard to say he felt 'better', but now he was clean, and had clean clothes on and painkillers, he did, in fact, not feel quite as crap as he had done before. Physically, anyway. His mental state was a whole other matter. His mental state still wanted to curl up into a small ball and cry, though talking to Thia when they woke up had helped him a little.

He propped the pillows up a little, moving them around until he was comfortable before settling back and checking the message from Caleb that had come through. He smiled a little, thankful that he had a friend who could anticipate, glad that the issue with Rose was dealt with already - that was one less thing for him to have to worry about, at least. That done, he hit speed dial for Oz's number.

Oz heard his cell ring, and was mildly confused when he did. It took him a second, even, to catch up with what he was hearing. It wasn't the room phone, it wasn't Sophie's cell...maybe it was Billy. He'd been talking on and off with him while they'd been gone, though usually it was Oz calling him, not the other way around. So, after digging for the stupid thing for a moment, he found it, and glanced at the caller ID. It was Dean. Which immediately had him worried, because while Dean had been in contact every day--he'd been talking to Sophie, not him. Sophie, who was currently in the bath. He answered immediately. "Hey--everything alright?" he asked, internally rolling his eyes at himself. Way to be paranoid.

Who: Oz and Sophie
Where: Las Vegas
When: Evening
Warning NSFW

Sophie slipped into the new dress she'd bought for this evening and smoothed it down over herself, checking her appearance in the full length mirror that hung on the wall of their hotel suite. The dark blue satiny material clung to her as it fell to just below her knees and yet again, she thought how this was like living in a different world, their own little bubble. No stresses, no strains, all the pressure lifted since they'd sent through copies of their fresh marriage certificate to all the requisite authorities, done everything that needed to be done and were now just enjoying their honeymoon. Dean had called earlier on to say that everything was okay at home - except that Caleb had collected his car back and they needed transport, which meant Sophie had had to ring her insurers and add him to the policy, but that wasn't a problem - and Dean had been showing himself as being responsible whilst they were away, so she didn't worry about actually doing it.

Really, the only mar in the entire week had been calling her mother. That hadn't been much fun, but at least the woman hadn't shouted at her. She'd just bee Disappointed. Sophie could hear it in every word she'd said, and in the way that she'd ended the phonecall as quickly as possible, with not even a congratulations. It had been quite the contrast to when they'd been finally able to get hold of Oz's parents - who'd been on the phone for half the night and tried to suggest that they immediately fly out. They'd been full of joy and enthusiasm for the whole thing - her new mother-in-law nearly in tears at the thought that she'd missed her baby's wedding, but happy all the same.

Who: Dean and Oz
Where: Their house
When: Morning

who: oz and sophie
where: down by the lake
when: late afternoon

Oz had taken the time to make the run back, which had actually been probably good for him. It exhausted him, of course, he was tired as hell by the time he got back to the house, but that was actually feeling good. It matched his mental exhaustion and hey. At least that killed off a lot of his nervous sort of energy. That could be really good for what had to happen here.

Who: Billy and Oz
Where: Oz's old house
When: Afternoon

Oz pulled up outside his house, which was still a long way from being finished, and killed the engine. He sat there, listening to the ticks in the engine as it cooled, knowing he needed to get inside and deal with things, but he just felt drained. He felt absolutely emotionally exhausted. That was never a good plan. After a good five minutes, he got out, and headed up the house, squinting in the light since he'd left so fast that morning he'd forgotten his sunglasses, and now had a splitting headache. Oh well, he had decent meds for it in the house. Walking in and shutting the door behind him, he called for his friend, and went to the first floor bathroom to grab meds before he had to start talking seriously with Billy.

Billy had called Oz earlier, after Dean had left, offering to meet the guy somewhere, but he'd offered to come here. So, the dreamwalker had gone back to work again while he waited. He was replastering a wall in one of the upstairs rooms, but when he heard himself called for, he headed out and downstairs, meeting the guy downstairs. "So - I hear there's problems," he said, downplaying it in his usual way.

Who: Oz and Sophie
Where: Home
When: Morning

Sophie was sat that the kitchen table, an elbow resting on the tabletop, a piece of paper held, face down, in her hand. She'd sat in the same position for longer now than she knew. The world seemed to have stopped, gone unfocused. Everything felt unreal. Somehow, for all her organisation, she hadn't thought this day would come. She'd known it was a possibility, of course. She'd just not thought it would happen to her.

Who: Billy, Oz, Maddie, Lullaby
Where: Oz' place, Billy's place, Billy new place
When: Morning

Who: Dean and Lullaby, Dean and Oz
Where: Osbourne household
When: After dark

Dean swam up out of sleep slowly, cuddling in against Thia as he shifted, mumbling a little, incomprehensibly, as he did so. As he woke up more, however, coming to, his brain kicking into gear, he backed off, blinking his eyes open and rolling over, hoping that she'd decided to join him in sleep. That'd be good, since he'd obviously been snuggling whilst he slept. He did that every time, he knew, it was just that, generally, he woke up before she did and got out of there, covering for his behaviour.

Dean wasn't in luck. Lullaby was awake. She'd stayed awake the entire time. His mumbling got a little smile out of her, and as he moved away from her, she felt a rush of cool air that made her protest a little bit. She also snuggled up against his back and reached up to draw her fingers through his hair. "Sleep well?" she asked. She knew that he'd been out for ages. She didn't have a sense of time that was accurate in there, but she knew it has been hours. The pale bit of light that had been coming in from beneath the door had faded, even. She'd watched it go, though she'd done it not by watching the crack per se, but more by watching the outline of him slowly disappear. She was glad he'd gotten to sleep himself out. In her opinion, he'd needed it.

who: billy and oz
where: osbourne household
when: late afternoon

Who: Dean and Oz
Where: Osbourne household
When: About an hour after dawn

Dean had sat with Thia until she died and then sat with her some more. The Snow White joke seemed stale now - death was never how they made it in Disney, not that he'd ever really thought it was. There was no beauty there, no peace - there was just blood. Lots and lots of blood and the knowledge of an end to pain.