nysalogs | Something's in the air

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.]

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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.

Edited 2018-02-16 17:05 (UTC)

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.]

[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.]

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

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

[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.]

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.]

Don't assume you know anything about me, lady. [He bristles a bit, teeth pulled back from his lip.] You can be sassy and sarcastic all you like- whatever. I can get as much as I give. [This is a lie- Rocket is terrible at taking as much shit as he gives, but he's getting better at it, if only to put everything on equal footing.] But whatever you think about what I really am ain't the least bit true. Have you seen anything that looks like this? All the way like this?

[He gestures to his bipedal legs, flexes his unnaturally humanoid fingers, and just scowls, waiting for her to get it.] It ain't natural in any sense of the word.

[She stopped walking, kneeling down so that she was as close to face to face with him as she could get without picking him up, which, frankly, would just add insult to injury.]

We're on a planet. A planet in a reality that apparently isn't mine. With dragons. And people that should be dead not-dead in pods up on a fucking space station- [That last bit was hissed to avoid anyone passing by picking it up] -and there's magical goddamn fairy dust making people do shit. I can fly. I couldn't fly. I can fly now. You know how fucked up that is? That's all sorts of fucked up. But you get me to a computer and I'll show you just how similar you look to a goddamn earth raccoon and then you tell me that you're not one. If you didn't come from a place with a bunch of things like you, then where did you come from, huh?

[So maybe she was a bit more snarky than she needed to be. She was... managing her feelings. Badly. Whatever.]

[Rocket clenches his fists, briefly entertaining the notion that she is right within facepunching range.

Instead, he leans forward until they're practically nose to nose and says, with no shortage of venom:] Half-World, like I said. It got real famous for its genetic experiments. I'm a genetically augmented, scientific freak of frickin' nature. That's where I come from. So I'll entertain the notion that maybe I look a little like a common rodent, but it's the farthest thing from the truth. And maybe all the weird shit normalizes whatever the hell I am, but not for me. I get to live with that forever.

Then try owning it instead of getting your hackles up about it. So you're a freak. Join the fucking club.

[She kept her gaze on his for a moment before moving to stand.]

You think they just pulled in every Tom, Dick, and Harry because they wanted to repopulate? I don't think so.

[Rocket growls low, but considering his own found family of freaks, it's hard to argue with her words. Damn her.]

If you're about to tell me there's a "reason" I'm here, I'm gonna walk away right now.

Of course there is, but like shit if I know what it is. As far as I'm concerned, they have a reason to have brought all of us here. I don't for a second think this is all some altruistic mission of theirs.

[Well, that's somehow better than the cheap optimism he's expecting.] Fair enough. It'd explain why they seem to think the billions of us are gonna fit on that frickin' planet. We do their dirty work for 'em, and maybe it turns out there were other planets after all.

[She hadn't thought about that. That, of course, was likely due to her not having experience in dealing with multi-planets.]

Huh. Fair point. I was just thinking they were all replacements for when and if we fucked up too bad to be brought back.

Wow. [He laughs, in spite of himself.] You're officially way more cynical than me.

That almost sounds like a compliment coming from you.

Whatever you wanna make of it, Jones. [He shrugs, shakes his head, and then starts moving around her.] And don't mope around the pods so much. It makes the whole place even more depressing.

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