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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For Clark

[assholic]

It wasn't Valentine's Day in the sense that the natives of this world were celebrating a Christian Saint, but there were enough people from her world, or a world similar to hers, that she'd heard the word muttered around the place. And it seemed the natives were either picking up on the vibe or they were carrying one of their own, because she noticed more romantic themed things around stalls and vendors than she had before.

Or maybe it was the same amount and she was just noticing because it was on her mind. Which it shouldn't be. Because she wasn't dating anyone.

Except... hell. She had no idea what the hell she was doing with Clark, but whatever it was, she liked it. Enough to harass Alan into doing her a favor so she could get something done that she found herself hoping he'd like. And then second guessing herself, because what if he didn't? What if he thought she was stepping over some line? God, what if Alan was pulling one over on her and it wasn't even--... no. She had to stop talking herself out of this.

She set a box on Clark's bed, wrapped up in a festive scarf (not pink) and with a card that had his name on it and instructions on how to work the gift. As if he could mistake that it was for him. She'd found an artist that imbued magic into what he made, and what was wrapped up in a box on his bed was a portrait that was carved into a dark crystal type rock. The magic part of it was that if someone ran their finger down the side of the image, it would cast a faint holographicly lit up image that lasted for a few minutes before fading back into just the carved version of before. She'd paid more than she felt she should for it, but what the hell did she know about how much magical shit should cost? She just hoped that Alan had done a decent approximation of Clark's mother in that sketch, otherwise she was going to take it and smash it over his goddamn head.

Then, she went into her room, closed the door, and waited. Why did she feel nervous? Probably because it had been a long, long time since she'd cared about what someone thought of her, and longer still since she'd tried to do anything for someone with any feeling behind it. Chewing on her thumb, she listened for the sound of the door and tried not to reach for the bottle of whiskey tucked under the bedside table.

Thesa Station

[beatupgrass]

[Rocket checks on Groot and Drax from time to time, himself, and while he's defensive when anyone catches him at it, it doesn't stop him from making cheeky commentary about it as he turns a corner and finds Jessica doing the same thing.]

Didn't take you for the sentimental type.