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Age of Despair: Just Say No to Eldrich Evil
Date of Scene: 28 March 2019
Location: Unknown
Synopsis: John and Willow head to the House of Mystery after fighting evil and hitting up a wizard's bar. A deal is struck and Willow possibly gets de-Enchantressed?
Cast of Characters: Constantine, Willow Rosenberg
Tinyplot: Age of Despair


Constantine has posed:
After the night at the pub John summoned the door to the House of Mystery and had ushered Willow through. That was a rule of the house, the door stayed open until John stepped through, guests always go first.

John steps in after Willow and the door closes behind him leaving them in the cavernous entryway of the house, the chandelier lighting up for their arrival illuminating the place's Gothic decor.

John grabs a pack of Silk Cut cigarettes from inside his coat and knocks one loose offering it to Willow with a smirk, doubting very much she'd take it.

"So, how you holding up?" he asks her.

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
When John had toodled off, Willow had.. well, encouraged isn't quite the right word, but it suffices - Willow had been encouraged to have a drink or three, and by mid-third drink, she was feeling little to no pain, and Hellboy thought it best to see her home safely, because, let's face it, you'd have to be flipping insane to try and interfere with him. She'd been in nearly the safest hands possible.

She was feeling much the worse for wear today, though, between drink hangover and power drain hangover. That John had wanted to have this little discussion today wasn't truly appreciated, though it was understood (and perhaps wise, given that it might impress upon the petite red-headed witch much more firmly if she was still feeling the aftereffects the non-wisdom of certain ways).

"My head hurts." The complaint was a small, pitiful lament.

He's right about the cigarettes, though, the young woman wrinkling her nose up at the offer. "Yuck."

Constantine has posed:
John's smirk remains as he knocks the cigarette all the way out of the pack and then lights it for himself. He tucks the pack away and at Willow's complaint he nods towards the open door of the sitting room a fire alread burning in the hearth.

"This way, and we'll set you up the standard cures," he says. "Don't do meat though, yeah? Because nothing helps a hangover like a bacon sandwich," he says leading the way to the sitting room.

As they pass one of the side doors crack open a little, almost like an invitation as Willow draws near.

"Enough of that," John chides the House and with a gesture slams it closed. "Whose bloody idea was it to make a living house..." he murmurs. Worse an eldrich one embodying a nexus of dimensions.

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
Willow covers her mouth with a hand at hte mention of a bacon sandwich. Both because of the thought of the meat, and because of the greasy suggestion not sitting well with her innards.

"Please, no," she manages to get out on a whisper, features taking on a pale green cast as the nausea settles in. "No bacon. No sandwiches." Adding, "It's not all the drinks."

She heads into the sitting room, and finds herself a seat near the fireplace, letting its heat and flickering dance of flame soothe her into something meditative. She's not unlike a cat at times, and the fireplace is most definitely a balm to her soul right now.

She almost *almost* takes a peek into the cracked open door. John's timely intervention stops that.

Constantine has posed:
John chuckles lightly. "Don't know what you're missing," he says as before shaking his head at the House. "Careful with the House, unless you're a certain mutant witch, this house can have a nasty streak," he warns. "Plus I don't know where all the doors go on account of them changing," he says before stepping over the threshold into the living area, ""Cept here so far. Have a seat," he says gesturing to the big antique couch and it's pair of matching chairs. "I'll get us some tea, should help with the drinks and the other stuff besides."

With that John wander off through a sliding door into what looks like a very normal kitchen to put the kettle on, while it heats he returns and leans in the doorway.

"So, how close did she get?" he asks Willow, she in this case being the Enchantress.

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
While John wanders off, Willow continues to bask, letting the warmth of the fire wash over her, her face turned into the flickering light. Totally ignoring his comment on what she's missing with the bacon, not only for the sake of her tummy, but because she knows a lifetimer when she sees one. There will be no convincing John Constantine of the errors of his meat eating ways.

When he returns, she's almost startled out of her reverie, eyes opening reluctantly and blinking at him in the manner of a sleepy feline being disturbed, but not yet put out by that fact. Compared to her usual perkiness, she's positively subdued between fire and post-event exhaustion.

"How close?" Careful confusion colouring her tones.

Constantine has posed:
From the doorway John takes in Willow guaging her well-being after her first big encounter. Or well, the first he'd witnessed. "To convincing you," he supplies. "I heard what she said, and I know what it's like to be offered power, to think of all the things you could do with it, the things you could fix."

Some of that sounds more about him than her, but the sentiment is real.

"Anyhow, nothing to be ashamed of if you were tempted, we all have those moments in this business."

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
Willow gives John a bright little smile. "Oh, that. You were worried?"

She makes light of the matter, even though it's anything but. As for how she's doing - it's not her *first* big encounter, but it was her first solo. Working with Sam Winchester, sans Buffy and the rest of the gang, had helped prepare her for this, though. As it was, she and he were *this* close to cracking that particular case...

But they were talking about The Enchantress, and rescuing Superman here. Willow fidgets, "I was really worried we weren't going to be able to save him."

Which they had - for some value of saved.

Constantine has posed:
Well he had been yelling at the Enchantress that she couldn't take Willow, so John saw no reason to lie now. "Yeah, a bit," John says offering up a contender for understatement of the year. "Sure you're alright, s'alright if you're not."

The kettle whistles then and John heads back into the kitchen. "Still sure about that sandwich?" he calls back from the kitchen while he sets up the tea pot and begins work on his sandwich.

"An' yeah, glad we managed to get him back, whole lotta peopel would have had kittens if we lost Big Blue. As it is though, don't think things are over. Enchantress and that lot on Apokolips, stupid bloody name, don't seem the type to give up."

John whips up his sandwich, two if Willow somehow relents on her vegitarian ways and heads back to the sitting room with it and tea.

"Here you go," John says offering up a cup. "Earl Grey's all I had but mixed in a few herbs to help clear your head. Recommended to me by a Shaman mate of mine down New Orleans, should help that head of yours."

He sets down the tray. "And if you want more traditional cures," he fishes out a bottle of Asprin putting it down beside Willow's cup.

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
The offer of 'something else' is met with a, "Do you do grilled cheese?" Because she could go for a grilled cheese. In fact, the more she thinks about it, the more she really, really wants one, her stomach grumbling, adding it's vote into the matter. Gurgling right on time with the arrival of John with the tea, which Willow takes, cupping the mug two-handed and offering him a smile.

'"This is nice, thank-you." She really was hippy frou-frou enough she'd rather the herbs than the commercial aspirin, even if aspirin had natural roots.

As for the other, there's a slow nod as Willow leans over her tea and inhales the rising scent of lemon and herbs. "It was pretty scary. All that power and not really being sure if it would be enough. I'm usually the one who is in the background while the others do their stuff." Buffy really was a hard act to follow. "Even with everyone's help, there was that whole power draining thing. And feeling like everythign was so heavy and dark."

He's right, though, or at least she agrees, "They went to to much trouble for all that to be done yet." Willow really couldn't see any scenario where this was over, even Superman wasn't still incapacitated.

Constantine has posed:
"Yeah, I can do grilled cheese," John calls from the kitchen bringing that out along with the rest.

After the food is delivered John takes his own and sits down with a satisfied groan. God it was good to be off of his feet. "Welcome," John offers looking up from where his head had sagged. Sitting down may have been a mistake, he was knackered and there were good odds of him not getting up again until morning.

"Did good today, no doubt, and yeah, that was a scary amount of power out there, but you handled yourself, and everyone got back, probably better than I could have done at your age. Anyhow, more'n past time to step up your training some, get you into some of the higher magicks. If you're game."

There's a nod for things not being finished. "Thinkin' the same, need to work some glyphs, see we can't get a leg up on the Enchantress an' the rest. Could use you help with that, make sure they're tuned correctly to their power."

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
Willow's grin broadens as grilled cheese also makes it out, and she decidedly perks up. After a sip of too-hot to drink right this second tea, she sets that aside in favour of food, much to her tummy's delight.

Happily munching away on the grilled cheese, she notes, "I was really worried when you stepped outside the link. I could feel the drop in the power levels." She doesn't say how worried, or that it had played a major factor into how much temptation there was to say yes to the Enchantress... or how those words kept forming over and over in her head, just moments away from being said out loud. As it was her 'Of course' had been ever so close to an assent; close enough she wasn't sure if it had counted as a yes or not - and worse, she wasn't sure which one she wished the answer to be to that question.

"Wait, you mean like.." Willow tilts her head at him. "I thought you weren't all that good?"

Because, of course, that's the impression he'd given her and allowed her to have. Quick to add, "I'd like to learn, please. And help with teh glyphs." How different could glyphs be from wards anyway?

Constantine has posed:
John can't help but chuckle at Willow's reaction to the sandwich. He grabs his own and takes a healthy bite chewing thoughtfully.

He swallows. "Had to be done, needed to see what we were up against," not that it'd done them much good. tearing down the Enchantress' illusions took more power than he'd imagined. His eyes cut to Willow though studying her for a moment weight what damage that move might have done when she tells him she thought he wasn't that good.

He laughs then, "That's just what I want people to believe, think I got this far just dabbling?" he asks her. "Nah, I can cast a spell when I need it, just don't have to most of the time, rely on my wits. That's the best trick I can teach you, not needing to use a spell."

Speaking of teaching and the value of enchantments without the use of spells John makes himself finish his sandwich and then rises to his feet over the complaints of his body. "Great, well, let me show you where we'll be working 'fore I pass right out," he chucks his head for Willow to follow. "Bring the your sandwich and tea if you want," he calls as he starts down one of the living area corridors.

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
Of course she's bringing her sandwich and tea!

Willow gathers her things up and obediantly follows John to see where they'll be working, taking a furtive bite of sandwich along the way. "I guess I should have known by the link, but you really had me convinced you weren't.. well, you did say you weren't." It totally skews her thoughts up to this point, requiring some reajustment when she considers John.

Constantine has posed:
"First rule of the game is don't let them know how good you really are," John says. "Wonderful thing to be underestimated, especially in our business, too many bastards that think they're whatever god's gift to magic, best to let them believe it until it's too late."

John gives a grin. "Anyhow, now you know the truth, best keep it to yourself, don't want to ruin my rep as a has been."

Coming to the end of the hall John stops before a set of double doors, which he pushes open with an echoing creak as the room beyond is illuminated by candles in sconces along the wall revealing a long chamber that defies the outside dimensions of the house, lined on two levels with row after row of books from checkerboard floor to fresco'd ceiling.

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"Welcome to my library," John says casually despite knowing full well what he'd laid out before the young witch.

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
Willow can't help but laugh at the 'secret'. "Oh, I can keep it to myself." Of course the girl really had no sense of her own power at this point in time, either.

The library, however, stops her up short with a gasp, and were it not for autonomic reflexes, she might have dropped both tea and grilled cheese. As it is, she stands there, mouth gaped open, staring in silence at the wealth John has just showed her.

Constantine has posed:
Noting Willow's reaction John says, "And that right there is why I like surprise."

He steps into the room. "There's more libaries in the House I'm told, only been able to find this one, but it's got more bloody books than I can read in a lifetime. Not even sure how they're organized. But I've found a few gems in here worth reading. Some of 'em I thought were just stories."

"Anyhow, you going to be alright? Or did you have a stroke?"

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
"I think I had a stroke," Willow squeaks, finally managing words. "You had this place all along and you didn't tell me?"

Her words both a chiding complaint, and a pout.

She still hasn't moved from where she's standing, and now her position is hampered by the fact that she has both sandwich and tea - one more book friendly than the other.

Constantine has posed:
John chuckles and urges Willow towards a seat by one of the little round tables.

"Didn't know you were ready for it, 'sides Giles might have come back and chased me off and showing you this would have just been a tease," John says lightly and honestly. "But you're ready now and when Giles comes back you're still welcome here, you stepped up on the Watchtower. You're ready for more."

John nods to the table by the seat. "Set your food down if you want a look around, me though," he sinks into a chiar. "I'm still knackered."

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
Willow is more than easily ushered, grabbing a few more bites of her grilled cheese before wiping her hands on her skirt, only the crusts left (what? Don't judge her!).

"I'm ready now?" She blinks at John in confusion. "You mean because Giles has been gone so long, or?" The girl casts longing glances at the stacks, worrying at her lower lip trying to decide what first.. oh wowsa, what first?

Constantine has posed:
No judgment from John if he had not left his sandwich behind in the sitting room he'd have left the crusts as well.

"Yeah," John says from where he slumps bonelessly in the chair. "You stood up to the Enchantress, helped open a door to another bloody dimension, definitely in the Primiere League now," John says making the football (soccer to you heathens reference). "Time you got some real teaching and see what you can do. An' nah, Giles being gone for so long doesn't have anything to do with it besides giving me the time to see what you can do."

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
Willow considers John's answer and doesn't find it wanting, beyond the part about being in the Premiere Leagues now. "There are a lot of important people were involved in that," she says in a small, wavering voice. "I don't know. I feel kind of weird when you say that."

It should be noted that Willow truly felt insignificant, enough so, that it was a downfall of hers. Unless she was significantly distracted by the situation, and the need to act *now*, she often found herself frozen in insecurity. These recent acts, with the rescue of Superman, she'd not had time to actually think about what she was doing - she had acted upon mere instinct - but when she *thought* about the company she kept, she felt outclassed.

To hide that, she wanders over to the rows of books, and lightly fingers spines, whispering the beginnings of an incantation to herself. Scrying, of course, though not via her usual mode, looking to see if any of the books spoke to her about things that might be useful in their future encounters with The Enchantress and whatever had been set in motion with the capture of Superman. (How had they done that anyway??)

Constantine has posed:
John lifts his head blue eyes crinkled slightly, "Which part?" he asks. "Which part makes you feel weird? If it's hanging with the tights crowd, trust me, weird for me too, not my usual scene."

And it wasn't . John Constantine was the furthest thing from a superhero, he was con man, a warlock and a man who more often than not did horrible things to save the world. The capes and tights crowd had it easy.

"Bloody wish I could solve my problems with Nergal by punching him," he grumbles.

Shifting to look at Willow while she moves to peruse the shelves, crammed full of magical lore, "Anyhow another perk of this whole teaching you the serious magicks is I'll get you a room here in the House and a key, probably good to stay close for a few until we've got the Enchantress sorted. House might be dangerous in its own right, but it's a nasty piece of work when someone tries to break in."

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
"All of you," Willow answers easily without turning around to look at the man. "Well, okay, you I wasn't thinking about in that category until today, but now I do. Everyone is so powerful. I feel kinda like, well, like a con man." That seemed a perfect analogy to her - someone pretending like they belonged there.

He doesn't see her smile when he mentions wishing to solve his problems by punching Nergal - not that she knows who Nergal is, but there you go. However, her fingers stop upon a slender tome, bound in red, with barely legible wording upon its spine. A tome she pulls from the row it sits in and holds in her hands was she considers the rest of his words.

"You mean, like live here? For how long?" Willow turns, giving John a concerned look. "Is it really that dangerous for me to go home? What about my job? And school? And there's the stuff I was doing with Sam."

Willow's world was threatening to be tossed right upside down with this.

Constantine has posed:
"Ha," John says towards the painted ceiling when Willow names herself a fraud for being there. "Nah, you belong with that lot more than I do. You've got power and a heart. Dangerous combo, but you managed."

For now anyhow.

John is stretched out in his chair now head and toes pointing at the ceiling. "'Till we deal with the Enchantress," John says like it was no big deal to be the ending of that arrangement be one big question mark. "I'm sure we can get one of the capes and tights to write you a note about work and school."

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
The book Willow is holding is clutched tightly to her chest, and she gives an indignant gasp, "That's not how university works! You can't just write me a note. I'll fail!!" And be fired she thinks. I'll be fired from my job and then what - because funds were already stretched to the point of breaking. It's why she got a part time job in the first place.

Constantine has posed:
"What you're telling me your school isn't going to excuse you if you show up with Superman one day and he tells them he needs you for a bit? He's bloody Superman, same applies to the others, Power Girl, or Supergirl, one of the supers, that'll set you right as rain." Yeah sure he said note but he was improvising, playing this whole thing like a jam session switching chords on the fly.

"Anyhow, could just glamour them all into thinking you're there, that's always an option."

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
That one Willow hasn't got an answer for. "What if he doesn't wake up, though?" She's needing to believe he will, but even so, the thought of Superman accompanying her to the Dean of the University, declaring her necessary, seemed both absurd and unlikely.

"I don't think it works that way. They don't really care about your excuses. They want your bum in the seat, writing the exams, and giving the seminars." Okay, she could write the exams without attending the classes easily enough, but the seminars were a bit titchier to cover, and none of this actually addressed her job problem.

Willow takes her book and sits in the chair by her tea, fingers playing over the cover of the thing without opening it yet.

"What do you think it going to happen, anyway? That was a lot of power just to get our attention." She could still hear the voice calling her, enticing her to reach out for the power it offered her. Not that Willow expected she was the reason for what had gone on, but it was still a lot of heavy hitting power that went into obtaining Superman, and while it hadn't been easy to get him back, it hadn't been as difficult as it could have been either, and that worried her.

Constantine has posed:
"Wouldn't know, never went to university, started a punk band instead," John admits from where he's sprawled. "But there's always a way to find an exception, an' trust me, while I am sure Buffy might be ready to tangle with the Enchantress, your classmates and co-workers, not bloody likely. Unfortunately, it's the name of the game, wish it were different." Truly, that's why John spent so much time alone.

As for Big Blue, John says, "Not sure, they did a number on him, but healing's not really my bag. Not the sort of healing that Superman's going to want. But yeah, I think he'll sort himself out, I mean he's bloody Superman, bastard is tough as they come, well for a Boy Scout."

As for what's going to happen. "Not sure, haven't figured what they want with all this, why Superman? Why align with that lot from Apokolips. But once we know then we've got a shot at beating them."

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
Willow weighs the weight of 'punk band' and doesn't find it wanting. "That's kind of neat. I mean, I don't really listen to punk music, but that's a lot better than.." She shudders as she says the next, "Country. Or you know.. Boy Bands."

One could see her free-spirited nature flitting to punk under the right circumstances, though. "What was that like?" Remembering belated that they had business and this wasn't really a social visit. "Nevermind."

There's quiet as she pays attention to John, finding his thoughts heading where hers had already visited. "We need to figure out what it is they actually want. If they wanted him, he wouldn't have been left like that for us to find. She was way too pleased to see us arrive." And, Willow realizes, show their hand with exactly what they had strengthwise - a thing that has Willow looking very worried.

Constantine has posed:
"Yeah, shame we were three decades too late," John says with a cynical laugh. "The taste of the time was less Ramones more Greenday, and none of us were the sort to wear eyeliner and winge about Boulevards of Broken Dreams."

He lets out a snort, "God, could you imagine, me in a boyband? I'd be the done with this bullshit one," he remarks wandering that little tangent for a moment before he comes back 'round to what they were talking about with a final aside, "Tell you about it later."

"Trap then? Lure us in? Nah, they couldn't have figured they'd win, not with what they had, or they'd have piled on those wing bastards and swarmed us. Nah, they wanted something else... Bugger, I hate it when I am not ten steps ahead."

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
Willow listens to John's cigarette husked voice talk about his past, and while he uses words she wouldn't, she can still appreciate his animation, and obvious pleasure in what had been. "I would like that," she says of 'another time'.

There's disagreement for the trap business. "No. If it were a trap, we'd have been trapped. Like when you left the link. They were testing us. What could we do. Who would we bring in. How did we react. Like they're preparing for something else, and this was a dry run."

And /what/ a dry run considering Superman had been the bait. How did you top that?

Constantine has posed:
John gives a look of appreciation Willow's way. "'right then," he says about telling that tale. Thankfully of the tales of his sordid history this one was one he didn't mind telling. Though it would have to wait.

"Then we'd best change the line up for next time in a way they won't imagine. Hit them with something new. Also we need to ward the hell out of Superman and the tower as a given, no secuirty on our side of things, Zatanna must be having a laugh," he says of the Justice League's resident sorceress.

Which brought them back to Willow's safety. "There might be a way to let you stay on with your regular life," he says sitting up as the idea takes shape. "I can make you invisible to magic detection, it'll be a right pain in the ass, I'll need to do the sigil every day, but it should keep you out of the Enchantress' crosshairs. Now this will only work if you didn't take anything from her when she offered, because that'll form a link all it's own she can use to find you."

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
"OH!" Willow's voice rises in excitment. "Everyone forgot! That.. cat? They said there's a hole. I'm not really a teleporter but if they're right, maybe that's how She got in - and regardless, we need to fix that. Or find a way to use if to our advantage." That one she was less certain on, other than maybe using it to see if anyone else tried to get in, or scry on them. John was right, though, they needed wards. And big ones.

"That place is big. How do we ward something like that?" She had ideas, but she wanted to hear his. Plus, it was in space, what if magic didn't quite work the same there? And how did you put wards onto a space station anyway?

There's a relieved exhalation from the girl when he suggests something that will allow her to continue her beloved schooling; the job she keeps for bus fare, pizza and sage; and the possibility of living semi-normally while this continued.

"I don't think I took anything of hers?" That one Willow wasn't sure of. Did her 'of course' count as a yes? Willow hadn't felt different at the time. She didn't feel different now. It probably was okay? Weren't those sorts of things rather particular on wording?

Constantine has posed:
"Right, the cat, yeah he did mention a hole," John admits, he'd forgotten it as well. "Definitely need to track that down," he say sharing Willow's opinion on the thing, close it up, /or/ turn it to their advantage.

As for warding a space station. "That's what the sigils will be for, we draw in the right sort fo energy to effectively poison the station to their presence, should keep em out, and make any who get aboard regret it."

As to the last, he says, "Be sure. No sense in hiding you if you're holding the other end of the string that leads back to her."

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
OKay, when he put it that way, the sigils didn't sound too hard to execute. She had been pondering who they'd get to go paint them on the station, given you kind of had to be able to weild magic to make them work and all.

There's a start of guilt at his 'be sure' though, one that has her dropping her gaze. "I said 'of course'. I was thinking yes, and I said that. It's not a yes, but it could be a yes. I don't know. I don't feel different."

That's as close to sure as she gets.

Constantine has posed:
The sigils are forgotten for the moment when Willow confesses.

"So, a qualified yes?" John says with a considering look. Leaning into his other more mystical senses for any sign of a link between the two. He sees none but then his Sight wasn't always reliable for this sort of business. He curses under his breath and gets to his feet.

"Good that you told me," he says. "There are some steps we can take to break any threads, that should see you right. Though you're going to need to spend the night, it's bloody late and this business may take awhile. Got plenty of rooms even in the safe part of the House."

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
Willow looks nothing other than miserable at the prospect of having to stay the night.

"I just want to be like everyone else. You know, able to do things. Be powerful and respected." It doesn't sound so wonderful to her own ears as she says it, leaving her more miserable than before. So much for advanced classes, huh?

Constantine has posed:
John can't help but to laugh at how miserable Willow looks at staying in the House. "Always look that way when someone offers you a room, or is it just when it's an old warlock with a magic house."

The latter gets a shake of his head, "You want to find that person, just go find a mirror, you did more than most would do in that situation, and with some training you'll be able do to do even more. As for respect, trust me you have it. "Like I said earlier you're like them, you've got power and heart and trust me that lot in the tights can see that..." he pauses a beat unable to not make light of this sudden seriousness. "Also if what I heard about Kryptonians is true, they can also see your knickers."

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
"It's not home," Willow has to admit. "And there isn't Networkflix, or anything here. Or my bed. Or my things." And she's not too terribly convinced 'tonight' won't turn into 'until I'm sure you're not possessed'.

Okay, she can get Networkflix anywhere her computer can reach the net. That one was jsut her complaining.

"I don't even have pajamas here." A total peevish pout. She's about to protest the power and respect thing, but that is blown out of the water by the other comment. "WHAT? They can see my.. John!" Like, why didn't anyone tell her that sooner? And well, why, when she wore Superman's glasses didn't *she* see people in their knickers?

Constantine has posed:
"I understand," John says. "Nothing like your own bed, but trust me, make an exception tonight."

As for the possessed part she's not wrong, but since John has a little light exorcism in mind that might take less time than she imagines.

"An' can't help you there," John says about the pyjamas. "Room's got it's own bathroom so wear what you like to bed, not going to see any of it."

Though can't help but laugh. "I think they have to want to?" he offers. "At least that's what they said in the Daily Planet... so you're probably safe unless either of the 'Girls' "meaning Kara and Karen. "Are into peeping."

"Anyhow, best not to think about it," he adds oh-so-helpfully.

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
"I can't sleep in my clothes!" Willow protests. As for the other, it doesn't bear thinking about. The thought of prancing about in her altogethers in front of strangers.. well, okay, there's a bit of contradiction here, being a witch, and pagan at that - but those are rituals and not even remotely close to the same!!

"Just.. tonight," she relents at last. "But you still have to teach me."

There. That's a deal she can accept.

Constantine has posed:
John laughs tiredly at the ridiculousness of it all given what they faced. "Sure you can, I do it all the time." As for the other John hits the same wavelength and remarks of the Kryptonians, "Think of it as going Skyclad."

He can't quite hold back his mirth as he snickers under his breath.

"And done deal, I'll teach you and you don't have to stay here past getting you de-enchantressed. As for future visits, I'll get you a key so you can summon the door when you need to, saves on cab fair, and we'll figure out a way to link you a way back home from here as well."

"For now though, let's get you de-Enchantressed if you are in fact Enchantressed at all and then I am going to need about eighty winks."