Something's in the air

[assholic]

Who: Jessica Jones (assholic) & OPEN
What: Catch-all log for February
When: All of February
Where: Mostly in Wyver, (home, arena, bars). Occasionally in Olympia due to deliveries. Up on Thesa Station visiting Trish.
Warning(s): Language. Very likely NSFW content in Clark/Jessica thread.

February. One of her least favorite months. She'd always hated how the marketing squad always made any woman not in a relationship feel like a failure. She preferred to stay single that time of year out of spite more than anything. And she was doing it again this year.

Sort of.

Maybe.

Whatever. It was close enough.

She noticed there were new faces that didn't belong to natives around, and that had her slipping up to the Station to see if maybe someone blonde and very much wanted had woken. Maybe it was a stupid hope, but she hated knowing that Trish was there but not really there. That she wasn't in control of herself, something she knew her friend would hate. She wound up being disappointed, again, staring at her face through the clear window, feeling that sick feeling in the pit of her stomach at how close to dead she looked. She just didn't trust the people that brought them here. Jessica didn't trust many people, and one of the few she did was cut off from her right now and it made her... edgy.

Tensions were rising between the cities, and she was finding it more and more difficult when she had to run errands between them. Her new-fangled ability to fly was coming in handy, helping her get over city walls past hours and making travel a little easier, but she was still looked at with sideways glances and dirty looks whenever she had to pop into Olympia. Funnily enough, she was used to that, and it just rolled off her back. But she didn't like that she didn't fully know why there was this us vs them mentality going on between the cities. She also didn't like that it looked like the people brought here by the Orbiters were going to be shoved into it, whether they wanted to be or not. Frankly, she was sick of having other people's shit rained down on her, but it looks like even with her world being destroyed, that part of her life wasn't over yet.

Great.


[ooc: Jessica can be found in/around Wyver, in/around Olympia during deliveries, and occasionally on Thesa Station checking in on Trish. Feel free to start your own prompt, or msg/pp me for something I can put up for you @junglewere on plurk.]

Comments

[assholic]

[She didn't leave anything at the pod like figurines or flowers. It made it feel too much like a coffin, like she was never going to see her again. But even though she didn't trust the people that were keeping them locked up, that didn't mean she wouldn't come up and see Trish when she could. Hope that maybe... maybe this would be that time she woke up.

That growling voice had her rubbing her face, patting the pod before turning and glowering at the furry little garbage nestler.]

I'm not.

[Because that clarified things, right?]

What the hell are you doing here? Checking out the pet store for a girlfriend?

[beatupgrass]

Oooh. Snippy. Did I catch a nerve, Jess? [He rolls his eyes and steps closer to see who she's been staring at. He's almost surprised. Part of him thought it'd be a kid or a guy or something.]

Friend of yours?

[assholic]

Better than you catching rabies, Bandit.

[She almost wants to tell him to step back, but however acerbic the little furball might be, he's not vicious. And he couldn't do anything to Trish in the pod anyway. This was as close to 'safe' as the blonde got.]

Something like that.

[Friend. Sister. Only person that could handle her at her worst. Whatever.]

You checking in on your ficus?

[beatupgrass]

[Rocket bristles.] He ain't a ficus. [Whatever that is.] And, for your information, I was just making sure a couple of dudes who're bad news are still safe and sound in their pods and not out there about to bring the frickin' pain.

[and also checking in on his ficus.]

[assholic]

[She didn't apologize or correct herself. She also didn't take any of her own edge out of her words. That was the one thing her and Rocket seemed to see eye to eye on. Being an asshole just because they could and maybe it was a bit easier.]

Bad dudes, huh? Do they go by Rocky and Bullwinkle?

[beatupgrass]

[He doesn't get that reference, but he's been around Quill long enough to just narrow his eyes and be sardonic. More sardonic.]

I'm pretty sure that's an Earth thing, so no.

[assholic]

[Was it weird that she was getting to be able to read the facial expressions of a raccoon? Probably.]

Lighten up, Mickey Mouse. From what I hear, there's plenty of 'bad dudes' up here. Seems they weren't exactly discriminating in who they opted to save.

[beatupgrass]

You ain't kiddin'. And they don't listen to reason when you tell 'em "this is a genocidal maniac." Like sure, I get it. There's a lot of people I hate that I would like to never wake up, but there's gotta be a line here.

[assholic]

[Well, at least they had that much in common.]

All the more reason to keep coming up and making sure certain pods stay closed.

[beatupgrass]

It's what we do when they open, I'm already takin' issue with. Some of these dudes ain't easy to kill.

[How the fuck do they even kill Ego a second time. They barely survived the first time and that was with Quill being full Celestial. And that's not even mentioning Thanos.]

[assholic]

[Her villain of the day was easier to kill than his, but that was if she could get to him before he opened his mouth. After that, it might be more of a problem with collateral damage she wasn't willing to risk.]

Might be easier if we could just find an 'eject' for them.

[beatupgrass]

I have asked about that. It don't go over too well.

[He huffs.] So it's all of our funerals if they get out, and then we get to point fingers at the Celestials as we all get murdered.

[assholic]

I think I'll do more than point my goddamn finger if someone I know gets killed.

[And because they were bonding... or something...]

I might even take offense if you bite it. Maybe.

[beatupgrass]

[Rocket snorts, his ears flicking.] Why? 'Cause no one else can keep up with your mouth?

[assholic]

Don't flatter yourself, hairball. You only think you can keep up.

[beatupgrass]

Spoken like someone who ain't up to admitting she's met her match.

[assholic]

Just because I fell in a garbage once doesn't mean we're life mates, Fleabag.

[beatupgrass]

Oh, it's the garbage thing again, is it? You humans have no original material. [He rolls his eyes.]

[assholic]

Right. And you and the rest of the woodland creatures are the epitome of originality. Mr. ED did it first, Rocky.

[beatupgrass]

You know damn well I don't know what any of that earth shit is, and can't be held responsible for their obsession with "talking animals."

[EARTH IS SO WEIRD.]

[assholic]

[TALKING RACCOONS ARE WEIRDER. GOD.]

Pretty sure you're from it. Unless there's a planet out there of talking raccoons running around trash talking each other...

[Heh. Trash talking.]

[beatupgrass]

Hey, hey! I'm from Half-World. It's a- [horrible place... nvm.] - forget it. It ain't a frickin' planet of talking raccoons.

[assholic]

Right, so you just... what? Popped out of a gutter fully formed? You came from somewhere, Furball.

[beatupgrass]

[in a dangerous tone:] Don't.

[it's not that he's really big on hiding it, but it's the tone and the fact that Jessica is about as abrasive as he is that means he'd rather not have these facts easily dragged into the open for the possibility of ridicule.]

[assholic]

Don't what? Know what you are? Little late for that.

[She hears the tone, but she's not quite getting why he's so sensitive about being... well, a raccoon. Unless he was brain-transplanted or something.]