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.]

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[beatupgrass]

[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.

[assholic]

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.

[beatupgrass]

[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.

[assholic]

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.

[beatupgrass]

[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.

[assholic]

[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.

[beatupgrass]

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

[assholic]

That almost sounds like a compliment coming from you.

[beatupgrass]

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.

[assholic]

I'll be sure to come by and draw some smiley faces on your buddy's. Cheer you up, since I'm such a downer. Or you could just stop coming by and being a furry little pain in my ass.

[She had an urge to nudge him with her foot, but that seemed... cruel, somehow. So she didn't. But she wanted to.]