Morning After [Closed]

[heysoulsister]

Jodie wakes with a jolt, shuddering with adrenaline. What the hell was that?

The memories of her dream are fractured variations on a theme, like a weirdass choose-your-own-adventure book that someone else was reading - several someone elses. And she's pretty sure one of them was Johnny. Christ. They really need a new living arrangement; now he's invading her dreams.

She pushes herself up and rubs her face as Aiden hovers nearby and mutters to himself. Casting a glance toward the other bed, she sees that Johnny's awake. Great. Now she has to pretend she didn't just have a really bizarre dream about him right out of the gate.

"Morning," she mutters.

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[heysoulsister]

That's better than having him be some random guy from the city, she supposes. God only knows how many people have come through the rift, but she can understand why Johnny would find another rifty to be a bit more trustworthy than a native.

"What about rent?" she asks, allowing some of her dubiousness to shine through.

[johnny_truant]

Good question. Gabe had said he didn't need to worry about money, but how likely was that to remain true? Or would he require something else, and if so, what? (Johnny is mildly concerned that it might end up being sexual favors. He supposes he could survive something like that, if it really cane down to it, but no way would Jodie tolerate it.)

"I really don't know," he lies, because it's simpler. "But I'm gonna call him, because it's something, at least. If you want we could just... arrange to meet him? And you can decide for yourself."

This would sure make HIM feel better, having Jodie with him. He wonders if he should feel pathetic that she's becoming his bodyguard of sorts, but hey, at least he stood up for her in her dream.

"I'll need quarters," he adds, patting his pockets.

[heysoulsister]

"Yeah, okay. Somewhere public," she adds. He probably doesn't need to be told that, but she doesn't want him coming back and announcing that they're meeting the guy in his apartment building.

And of course he needs quarters. She huffs out a quiet sigh as she reaches for her own jeans, folded on a nearby chair, and rummages through the pockets. There's not much stopping her from continuing to obtain money the same way they have so far, and getting a legitimate job isn't going to be easy without I.D. - or proof of any kind that she's even a U.S. citizen (or a citizen of anywhere in this universe). Maybe she should get a guitar and start busking for some comparatively honest cash.

"Here," she says, fishing out a dollar's worth of quarters and passing them over.

[johnny_truant]

"Thanks. I'll pay you back when I can," he adds hastily, "for everything."

He pulls on his shirt and hoodie, which are disgusting - god, he has to get some new clothes - and looks at her.

"Coulda been worse, right?" he says. "As dreams go."

[heysoulsister]

Jodie shrugs - it's not like it's her money they're really spending, here - but she appreciates the sentiment. "Yeah, I'm keeping a tally," she deadpans as he pulls on his shirt.

Then he brings up the dream again, and she frowns. It's still all fragmented and weird in her head, but she remembers a hell of a lot more bad than good. The apartment, the condenser, the entities, and a man in a surgical mask… she shivers.

"Could've been better."