Sean Nast

It was once again the morning after prom, so Sean wasn't entirely surprised when small kids showed up in his room.

He was, however, surprised that there were two this year. So he sat there for a moment, staring at them.

"Okay, I know you're Gracie," he said, pointing to the one he remembered. "But who are you?" He pointed to the other one.

"Psyche Halliwell-Nast!" she said proudly, all the wisdom of a seven-year-old.

"Shit."

"Daddy, you said a bad word!" Gracie shrieked.

"Yeah, I said one last year, too."

[Etablishy, but for phone calls and the like.]

Given the rash of gremlin bites, Sean was more than happy to hide out in his room until things settled down.

Well, hide out and pray he didn't get bitten.

He was sprawled out on the couch, flipping through the channels.

[For one that knows who she is]

Sean hadn't checked his voicemail yet -- too busy dealing with business crap that had to be dealt with since Savannah wasn't in town to help him with it -- so when his cell phone went off and the caller ID said it was Eve, he ignored it.

He ignored it the second time, too.

And the third.

And the fourth.

The fifth, he put it on vibrate.

The sixth, it skittered across the desk and into his lap. Taking that as a sign, he answered it. "Hello?"

( She did what? )

Sean had been kind of numb all day, ever since getting the call from Gwynn. In typical Gwynn fashion it'd been less than tactful. But in atypical Gwynn fashion, she'd at least tried for gentle. Failed, but she'd tried.

Said phone call had led to Sean sitting at the desk in the corner of his room and worrying up a storm. Savannah was his little sister, which made him feel horrible for not knowing how to help. She was also one of his best friends, which somehow made him feel even worse.

Sighing, he raked his fingers through his hair, noting distractedly that he needed a haircut badly.

[Open for anybody and anything!]

Whoever just bought Sean six months of paid time, thank you!

... who did it, anyway? Hee.

To say Sean was nervous would be an understatement of the highest order. He was deliberately laying low because really, Savannah's visitor this time was even scarier than the one from last time, despite Benicio actually liking him. Or at least tolerating him.

He'd made sure that Benicio knew what room he was staying in, though, because the last thing he wanted to be accused of was avoidance.

So he was sitting at the desk in the corner, doing paperwork to keep himself busy and less flaily.

[For one!]

Sean woke slowly, with a very comfortable bundle of female in his arms. Still being mostly awake, it took him a few moments to realize that the very comfortable bundle of female was there to begin with. When he did realize, his eyes went wide. They went wider still when he looked at said female and realized that it was Phoebe.

By the time he noticed the wedding band on his hand, he was prodding Phoebe in the shoulder with that hand to wake her up.


[For one!]

Sean was nervous, restless, anxious. He hadn't seen her in entirely too long. He hated that, but he understood why it had to be. But she was in town now and he knew her so well, knew that there was no way she would pass up the chance for time with him. But he didn't know when she would come to see him, never knew when she would come to see him. They'd had to play it so carefully.

And honestly, he was getting sick and tired of it.

But they loved each other. They'd do whatever it took to be together.

[For a certain witch that knows who she is]

It'd been a long day and an even longer night on Wednesday, so it was a very soundly sleeping Sean that greeted the world on Thursday morning. When he did wake up, he was just groggy enough that his new state didn't sink in immediately.

It did, however, sink in as he was stumbling into the bathroom to take a shower.

"I have breasts. Why do I have breasts? I'm not supposed to have breasts!"

What? It was seven in the morning, he could be forgiven the less than eloquent.

After several minutes of that and taking a shower while still half asleep, his second thought was, "Okay, what do I wear?"

He'd never been more grateful for Savannah's having her own damn drawer in the dresser.

He managed to come up with the necessary underwear -- he was so going to have to apologize for that, because you just didn't wear someone else's underwear even in an emergency -- and then rummaged up a pair of jeans and a sweater. Not high fashion, but it'd do.

[Establishy unless anyone's got a reason to bother him.]

As if the entire situation wasn't confusing enough, Sean had found out who his opponent was and promptly boggled. His brother? What the ever-loving crap was Bryce doing there? Sure, it was alternate!Bryce, but the idea of Bryce at bizarro!Fandom didn't make any sense.

As Sean faced off against Bryce, he tried to remind himself that this wasn't his Bryce. His Bryce would never want to kill him like this one did. But the fact was, this wasn't his brother and instead was someone who very much wanted to kill him.

Sean moved slowly, circling around the young man. "So... this is traditionally the part where the villain spills all his plans to the hero," he said, flicking a knock-back spell at him.

Sean had gone out and done a booze run because from the sound of it, Savannah was going to need more than what little he had on hand. He made sure to take as little time as possible so he'd be back by the time she got there.

He managed to beat her there so he got the alcohol put away and settled down to wait.

[for the sibling!]

Sean was in his room, going over paperwork and making a few calls because honestly, he was tired of working in his office at the store. He sat on the couch, files and papers spread out over the coffee table in front of him.

"Look, that's just simply not going to work," he said into the phone. "That order was supposed to arrive two days ago. It didn't. I want to know why, that's all." Shipping problems, he could work with. But he had to know about them before he could adjust things and the person on the phone seemed more interested in giving him a run-around.

Thankfully, he was distracted by a knock at the door. Still on the phone, he rose and went over to the door. He glanced out the peephole, saw Savannah, and said, "I'll just call back tomorrow, then."

He hung up and tucked the cell-phone into his pocket before answering the door. "What's wrong?"

[For the sibling!]

Sean hadn't exactly expected to look out a window and see Greece, of all places, staring back at him. So it was no real surprise that ever since that'd happened, he was looking confused and muttering to himself. Mostly variations on "My store is in Greece! Why is my store in Greece?"

And at the moment, he was in his room doing paperwork. While muttering variations on the above. Hey, he was easily boggled sometimes. Could you really blame him?

At least the paperwork was keeping him sane. Er, sort of.

[For walks_two_paths in particular, but open to anybody who'd have reason to come see him]

Sean was flailing and had been for several hours, but he'd managed to pull himself together enough to make the trek downstairs to grab breakfast. And now Gracie was sitting in front of the TV, watching cartoons and eating.

Which explained why Sean was in the kitchenette, making a frantic phone call to a certain little sister.

[for walks_two_paths]

It was early Saturday morning -- as in, the sun was just barely thinking about rising -- but Sean was up. Not willingly, but he was up. Apparently his body had decided that three hours of sleep would do just fine and dandy. Which was why he was standing in front of the coffee maker, staring at it in the vain hope that staring would make it work faster.

Gracie, on the other hand, was standing outside the door to Sean's room and listening real hard against the door for any noises. Because if she was going to wake her Daddy up, then she'd feel bad about it. But she heard the faint sound of the TV, so she figured it was safe to knock. And knock she did.

Wondering who the hell it was at the door at this ungodly hour, Sean cast one last glare at the coffee maker before going to answer the door... and finding a little kid standing there. Erm, all right.

"Can I help you?" he asked, figuring maybe she was staying in one of the other rooms in the hall and had just confused the room numbers. "Are you lost?"

"Don't be silly, Daddy," Gracie said cheerfully. "I know exactly where I am. And where you are."

He blinked. "Daddy?"

( Cut for teal deer and much confusion. )

[establishy!]

Sean was sprawled out on the couch in front of the TV, debating the merits of getting up off his ass and going downstairs to eat. Good point, food. Bad point, Gunther. But... food!

This was a debate he'd been internally waging for the better part of an hour.

He was easily entertained, apparently.

[For weetiny!walks_two_paths and any weetinies she brings on her mission]

Sean should've been at work, and he knew it, but he was too busy waiting by the phone -- figuratively speaking, as his phone was his cell phone and he always had it on or near him -- and honestly? He wouldn't have been much use at work.

So there he was, puttering around his room and rearranging -- within limits, as obviously you couldn't just up and rearrange an entire hotel room -- to his heart's content as he waited for some form of contact from Savannah. He knew she'd get hold of him at some point and that was all that mattered.

[for walks_two_paths]

Sean was firmly convinced that paperwork was the devil. It made as much sense as anything, anyway.

He was sitting at the desk on one side of his room, elbow-deep -- figuratively, anyway -- in paperwork for the store. Damn, it'd be nice to hire someone to deal with all of it.

[for walks_two_paths]

Sean knew his sister was going home with Johnny for the holidays, but that just meant he had to call her before she left. Because by God, he was going to wish his sister Merry Christmas, even if it was a day early.

He sprawled out on the couch with his phone as he waited for Savannah to pick up.

[for walks_two_paths]

Thanksgiving alone. How wonderful.

Not that Sean minded, really. He could go down to the buffet and have dinner later, so food was taken care of. And it wasn't like he couldn't call people. Plus his family -- minus Savannah, obviously -- didn't exactly like him, so he didn't feel bad about not seeing them.

At the moment, he was sprawled out on his couch, watching television. It was either that or lurk in his kitchenette and bemoan the fact that he really needed to go grocery shopping. Television won. Besides, hello, parade?

[for my own blackmagic_eve, as well as walks_two_paths and possibly notafairmaiden if Mylia wants her roped into surprising Sean]