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GP/EP: Check-In Day: Turning Tricks into Treats

Instead of the remains of a raucous night of dedicated drinking, the chairs were up on the tables, the counter was cleaned, the floor had been vacuumed and mopped as appropriate. Kitty had had plenty of time to straighten up at close yesterday, since almost everyone seemed more interested in drinking in Bonesville. For her part, she'd had enough after her and Wyatt's little adventure in Funland. At least, she'd had enough for the few days it would take her to heal.

On the upside, that made opening up this morning easy and fast. On the downside, it meant she had an entire day with not much to distract her from wondering when Barrel of Fun would lock down access to the outside and why it couldn't open onto a world with higher tech. She had managed to scavenge some computer circuitry and cell phones, but she hadn't worked out how they'd solve her current tech problem yet.

If Dot were still here, she'd be baking for Halloween. Even if they'd had to explain Halloween to her, she'd be making cookies and candy and cakes, and probably sewing costumes, too. Those thoughts summoned a wistful sigh from Kitty while she took down the chairs. She was still sighing when she finished refreshing her stock of cut up fruit.

By mid-afternoon, she'd put away a pot and a half of coffee, she was practically vibrating, and a buzz-by from Caroline prompted an amazing idea. Why not spend the afternoon testing Halloween and Thanksgiving cocktails, to help turn the arrival trick of Check-In Day on the 1st into, well, a little bit of a treat? So it was that the new arrivals, two days earlier than expected, found the bar counter covered with spooky and kooky and dry-ice steamy drinks and Kitty literally spinning between her coffee cup and the next bright green, weirdly black, or pumpkin orange drink.

[ooc: find Kitty making any of these or drinking yet another cup of coffee, she's OTA]

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Once the contact ceased, Jackson's first thought was that he ought to introduce Bo to Susan. Thinking of Susan at all helped clear his mind a little, and he shook his head, trying to fight off the lingering haze - which would hopefully lead certain parts of his anatomy to standing the hell down.

"That's a hell of a trick, darlin'," he told Bo, his heart beating a little too hard. What had it been? He took a very healthy drink from his glass to try and break away from... whatever that had been.

She smiled both in 'thank you' way combined with an apology. "Sorry... it was the only way I could think of showing you proof." Well, she could have sucked his chii but this was this guy's first day here and he was also clearly unaware of how weird the world actually was so Bo wanted to give him a break.

"I'm Bo, by the way." She didn't extend her hand since she figured that wouldn't go over so well. She did, however, lift her own glass in a little 'cheers'.

"Jackson," he replied, still frowning and trying to push past it. Thoughts of Susan, of Whitechapel, they helped. She'd likely dipped her hand in one sort of drug or another, to have that effect on him. That was the most likely explanation.

Susan would make a killing with whatever that drug must be.

"You ever thought of going into business with that?"

An eyebrow raised at the comment. It wasn't actually the first time a question like that was posed to Bo, but it still caught her off guard. Despite enjoying sex immensely, she wasn't sure making it a career was right for her.

"You mean like, a brothel?" She shook her head. "No thanks. I think I make a pretty good detective instead. I like helping people." Sometimes she did use her powers to help people too

"You think whores don't help people?" Jackson pointed out, amused, and without a hint of judgment for the profession - more like fondness, if anything. He was feeling a little more like himself, and forced himself to focus on the conversation, rather than the curve of her lips. "But you're a detective, huh?" He took another drink, finishing his glass, then grabbed the bottle to pour himself another.

"I never said that. I just like having a little more say over my partners." And if Bo were being really honest with herself, she worried something like that would awake her more primal self and she'd end up like her mother. Bo do not want to be like her mother.

She nodded. "I am. Most of the time anyways. Missing people, problems the police can't or won't solve - that sort of thing."

"Private detective," Jackson nodded. Although it hadn't troubled him to think of her as a police detective. Plenty of ways a woman could make herself useful in that kind of job. "You any good?"

He had to wonder what Reid would make of her.

Bo shrugged with a smile. "I like to think so. I do a pretty good job of getting myself into trouble with bad people so I'm doing something right."

She tilted her head a bit to one side. "How about you?"

Jackson scratched the opposite side of his jaw, then explained, "I'm employed by the London police, actually. H division. Coroner."

He'd gotten used to being referred to as Reid's American, but coroner would do, even if it was plenty reductive of everything he brought to the party, if you asked him.

What was it with running into people today who reminder her of Lauren? While Lauren was really a 'coroner', she basically was for the Ash. Lauren new her way around a dead body almost as good as a live one - and Bo knew how good Lauren was around a live body.

"H Division. Sounds important." She wasn't being facetious, really. Divisions always made people sound more important that just 'the police'. "I'm not sure I could ever do your job. Working around dead people all the time would get really old for me." Finding dead people was getting old for her.

Jackson had to laugh at the thought of H Division sounding important, but then replied to her last comment first. "The dead are easy, it's the living that make the job entertaining," he confirmed, and took another drink. "As for H Division, it's important in the way most Metropolitan officers know better than to wanna be posted there."

He sounded fond of the place, though, and he was. Whitechapel had become home.

"Rough area, huh?" She knew enough hanging around Dyson and Hale that cops generally had their areas that were rough and wanted to keep away. Most of the time the human cops thought that about places were there were more Fae's around because they didn't know how to come to terms with weirdness if they saw it.

"Usually those places are where people are needed the most."

"Whitechapel certainly does," Jackson confirmed, and drank to that. He still believed he'd be getting back to it quickly enough. And back to Susan.

Thankfully Trick wasn't around to face palm when the name went right over Bo's head. She was not big on history so there was nothing that went off in her head.

"From what I can tell, you're probably pretty competent, so I'm sure they're happy to have you." She paused. "You're from Earth, right?"

Jackson couldn't help the incredulous look he leveled at her at that question - and wasn't sure he would have wanted to help it, anyway. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm from Earth."

Bo inwardly winced and reminded herself this particular human did not believe in the 'other' of things, but it had been on her mind since meeting Vex. "Me too. From Toronto." Which no one really knew, so she added. "Canada." In case that helped.

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"I know where Toronto is, darlin'," Jackson assured her. He had no plans of getting used to the circumstances all of these people insisted were real - including other worlds. "'m from London, most recently," he added, since she had to not know where Whitechapel was, to have asked him if he was from Earth.

"I've heard good thing about London." Bo wasn't a traveler, per say, unless she was running away from something and she had decided not to run anymore.

"The farthest I've been is the the East Coast."

"We talkin' Nova-Scotia-East Coast or - Virginia-East Coast?" Jackson inquired. Sure, Ontario was already on the Canadian East Coast, but there was more Eastern than it by far, and she hadn't specified one way or the other.

"Nova Scotia. I'm not really a 'cross the border' girl." And she had only ended up in Nova Scotia from necessity.

"I'm told the States are really pretty, though." She had to wonder, now that she knew what she knew, what it was like for Fae.

"Maybe one day I'll finally do it." Probably not though.

"Well, I been told we're in California," Jackson pointed out with a half-smile. "Welcome to the United States of America, darlin'."

"Nothing like traveling cheap, right?" She playfully winked at him before finishing her beer and sighing.

"I guess I should get a head start on trying to get out of here." Bo was well aware that everyone was under the impression no one could leave, but that wasn't going to stop her from trying.

"Wish you all the best," Jackson told her genuinely. He'd wait until morning - until daylight - to give it his own shot.

Bo wasn't concerned about the dark - she'd hunted enough stuff by now that it was second nature.

Bo gave him a nod as shes stood up. "You too." Then she walked away, hips swaying as she does.

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