Trust is earned, not given

[assholic]

Who: Jessica Jones (assholic) & OPEN
What: April's catch-all
When: Beginning of April until at least the 21st (likely also usable for log threads from the event)
Where: Wyver; The pubs, her home with Clark, the arenas. Thesa Station; Visiting the pods to check on her people, the bars.
Warning(s): As this post will also be available for the memory share event, there is a possible warning for discussions and/or graphic descriptions of sexual assault and violence. I'll update which threads need to be warned for. Usual warning of language and possible sexual content. Update: Jessica/Brock's thread has a cw for sexual assault memories.

I: Thesa Station
[When the whole idea of living rustic got a bit too much for her, or when she just wanted to stop feeling like she was being judged or watched by everyone in Wyver, she headed up to the station. She figured she'd get in as much time there as she could, considering how long they'd been locked out from visiting before. Their tech seemed to be iffy at best. Plus, they had better alcohol there that she knew wasn't laced with anything magical, and that right now as an immense bonus.

There was also Trish, and lately, Jess had a lot to talk to her best friend/sister about, and it was killing her that she wasn't there, wasn't really there to give her advice. Or laugh at the shit she'd gotten herself into.

So on Thesa Station, Jessica could be found either hanging around Trish's pod, drinking herself into a stupor, or heading to sleep it off in a corner/cot/room. There's also the wildcard option, if none of those fit.]


II: Wyver
[Despite wanting not to, she still lived in Wyver. She had people down there she gave a shit about, and despite part of her thinking they'd be better off without having to deal with her shit, there was too much going on right now for her to think about leaving them. No one was safe on the planet. Not in either town. But for the moment, even after her... ordeal, she was sticking with Wyver.

That choice might have something to do with the person she lived with, but she wasn't about to tell him or anyone else that.

In Wyver, Jessica could be found working at the Arenas for money to burn, trying to avoid the odd accolades some shops were giving her because of the ring she'd been seen with in public before stuffing it in her pocket, drinking herself into a stupor, and trying not to get herself into more shit than she was already in. That might be a tall order. There's also a wildcard prompt if none of these suit.]


III: Memory Share - (CW: Potential mention of sexual assault/trauma/violence with some of Jessica's memories)
[As if what she'd gone through hadn't been enough, now she was seeing other people's thoughts? Or... memories. The whole thing played like a VR snippet of someone's life, and she felt a growing sense of dread that the next bubble she got caught in would be her own instead of someone else's -- a fact she was bothered by enough considering the immense invasion of privacy that it was, one that crossed a line beyond snooping and taking pictures of someone in the act. This sincerely bothered her, and for the duration of the event, she would be very... unsettled.

(As a large lump of memories from Jessica's canon/past deal with sexual assault/violence/drug abuse, I'd like to make sure anyone who'd like to play with one of her memories is fully understanding of the scope of them and to double check on what people are comfortable with. Please PM or PP me (junglewere) if we haven't already talked about it or it's new CR, or just to make sure we're all on the same page and no one is made uncomfortable or upset by anything threaded.)

This can be a prompt for either people to come across her memories, or her to come across others. Or, there's a wildcard option if you'd prefer.


IV: Wildcard
[Wildcard in general. If none of the other options are what you'd like or you have a specific scenario in mind, please feel free to write your own starter or msg me for specifics if you'd like.]

Comments

[assholic]

Let me marinate in the irony of having feelings over feelings.

[ukase]

You might want another drink to help with the marinating process.

[He pushed the bottle over to her, mostly because he didn't want it closer in case he start to think it a good idea to continue drinking it.]

[assholic]

You tryin' to get me drunk, Rumlow?

[ukase]

Figure you'll do that without any assistance from me.

[He also wouldn't admit that she was likely to be more steady than he was at the rate they had been drinking. He held his alcohol well, but he wasn't enhanced.]

[assholic]

[Enhanced and used to drinking over her weight class. She sipped her drink, propping her head up on her hand and looking over at him, looking past him to the bodies in the tavern.]

I hate this shit.

[ukase]

[Rumlow wasn't a big drinker, never had been and decidedly never would be. A few drunk nights reminded him exactly why he didn't bother with it. Tonight would definitely be one of those reminder nights.]

You'll have to be more specific.

[assholic]

This. All of this. What the fuck is even normal anymore? How fucked up is this going to get? When the hell are we going to get a goddamn break?

[ukase]

Considering what I just saw in that alley, I'm gonna have to ask when the last time your life was actually considered 'normal'? And life doesn't give you a break, Jones; you just go from wild event of chaos to the next.

[He didn't bother to add that it was all usually people trying to make their worlds a little more orderly in the process and for it only to generally go well. Then something new would happen.]

[assholic]

It's been awhile.

[Normal had been her family. After that, normal had been watching out for Trish and keeping her mom from all but selling her. After that? ... Normal was just a word that people used she didn't believe in. Like love.]

[ukase]

So let's be honest... you may not even know what a true sense of normal is anymore. Besides, normal is boring.

[He shrugged his shoulders, but his left hand reached across the span of space between them and gently clasped her wrist for a few seconds as if to reassure her.]

What do you do when you're bored anyway? Drink more? Fuck more? Sleep more?

[assholic]

[Maybe he had a point. But that didn't stop one dark brow from lifting as he touched her. It felt like he'd been careful not to outside of helping her up. She shrugged in answer to the question.]

I try not to be bored. Leads to more drinking and fucking. The arena's good for blowing off steam.

[ukase]

[He downed the rest of his drink, wrinkling his nose but no longer wincing at the burn of it, especially since it already felt as if his belly was on fire.]

So imagine normal? Bored all the time, so drinking and fucking until it all bleeds together. I'd much rather take some danger.

[He nodded his head as if it were all sage advice, gradually slipping into the rising intoxication. That stuff was strong. That also meant his hand returned to stroke his fingers over the back of her hand. Sorry, but he had warned her on previous occasion that he became handsy when drunk.]

Too bad I'd probably be clobbered in the arena. Never cared for being enhanced, seems more trouble than it's worth.

[assholic]

[She hadn't really believed him. Or, not that it got like this. She expected the usual reference of 'handsy', meaning mouthy and butt-grabby. This was... well, it wasn't bad. If she didn't know him, she'd probably break a finger, but touching just to touch? After the alley, it didn't seem to be bothering her as much as it might have otherwise.]

You know they have appropriate fights, right? They're not going to throw someone like you in with someone like me. Hell, there's a few knightly types that go in and swing swords at each other. But...

[She levied a look at him, tipping her head a little before reaching for the bottle to pour another drink. Watching him stretch over that empty bar stool to touch her was a little amusing.]

I think you're the first person I've met, the first normal person I've met who doesn't want to be just like Captain Tightass.

[ukase]

[His fingers moved across the back of her hand, not at all impeding her from moving it away, but when she didn't, his fingers smoothed along her wrist. He hummed low in his throat, and reached out to fill his glass again, though it probably wasn't necessary giving how pleasantly buzzed he was.]

I wouldn't want to make a spectacle. I ain't a fair fighter, and who wants to watch to ordinary people duke it out when there are enhanced? You guys are a hundred times more entertaining.

[The drunker he became, the less fucks he gave about what he looked like. So if he was leaning across the space slouching his way in his direction, he didn't care one bit. Though, her comment had him sitting up a bit more, blinking owlishly at her.]

There's a superhero called Captain Tightass? God, I need to meet him.

[assholic]

Everyone's got their thing, Low-Blow. Maybe you could go in wearing a hula-skirt. They might like that.

[She watched him look at her all surprised, trying not to snort at him, but there was a lift to the corner of her mouth as she reached for her glass.]

Rogers. Captain Bootyshorts. Tightass. Blue-balls. Whatever.

[ukase]

Pffft, I have standards. Not many, but I cling to the few I manage to keep.

[Once she mentioned Rogers, his surprised deflated immediately and he huffed noisily.]

Oh, Rogers. Yeah, most people wanted to be like him, but it's the propaganda machine at work. I'm comfortable in my own skin knowing the limitations I have. He's mostly talk anyway.

[assholic]

[The huff had her smirking.]

Is he? Looks like he'd be pretty big on the action to me. Pretty big all around, if a bit of a snobby, pompous ass.

[Yep. That was the booze and her need to poke the bear.]

omg this is so awful ._. never get him drunk again

[ukase]

If he was big on action, he would be doing more right about now, don't you think?

[He soured and withdrew his hand from touching her so that he could pick up the bottle and pour himself another. He slammed it back with a bit more aggression that he might otherwise intend to.]

They put him on a pedestal, but all he does is let people down. Government'll keep beating that dead horse though. [His voice rose in pitch.] Captain America, he's our hero! Captain America, he saved the world from the Nazi's! Isn't he just the greatest?

Clearly this has to happen once a month ;)

[assholic]

[Jessica watched a guy that purported not to care about anything throw a bit of a tantrum over an innocuous comment. Oh. This was rich. So, of course, she picked up the stick and prodded the bear harder.]

I can't tell just what flavor that is. Is it jealousy over a guy who might be better than you, or did he turn you down when you offered to suck his flagpole?

Never again he will say

[ukase]

[Normally, he would have seen her angle, seen that she was poking at him to earn a bigger reaction that would reveal more about himself. This might have actually been the first sore subject anyone had become aware of... and of course it was her.

As it was, he grunted and shook his head, not offended by the assessment but clearly agitated over the subject matter.]

Neither. Just... the usual bitter disappointment because he ain't as great as people say. Instead, just tears down the world around you.

/dangles bottle in front of him while literally twisting his arm.

[assholic]

No one's ever as good as their pr says they are. I grew up with a celebrity. Her mom was a cunt and the reality of her situation was shit. But the papers will never tell you that.

Still... I bet a small part of you wanted to suck his dick. I'd suck his dick.

Their once a month bitch session

[ukase]

[He glanced at her, perhaps softening again just a bit, but he was also suspicious she was playing him. He shuffled on the stool he was seated upon and pushed the bottle towards her, if only for an excuse to stroke the inside of her wrist if she reached for it.]

He was. He was better than the PR gave him credit for, but he fucked up and landed in the fucking Arctic.

[Yet, the comment had a lob-sided grin momentarily appear.] I'd totally suck his dick. It's impressive.

It ends with them drunk in the streets, howling at the moon.

[assholic]

[She did reach for it, feeling the tickle of fingers against her skin as she wrapped her fingers around the bottle and lifted it to pour a sloppy amount in her glass.]

Mm... okay. For those who haven't gotten to see the meat monster, gimme an estimation. Like, could you actually suck it? Or is it more of a licking thing.

Good thing thing this entire thread comes with warnings

[ukase]

[He closed his eyes for a moment as if it took him actual effort to recall the sheer dimensions that she was asking for. His hands moved to about ten inches apart and then he narrowed them a few then widened them and back to narrowing as he squinted at his own hands.]

You could suck it, but you'd be deep-throating big time. I think. I mean... it was in the showers and the rule is to keep your eyes straight ahead. We all looked though.

Amen.

[assholic]

[She'd been sipping, watching his hands do the measuring dance, then the last comment had her spraying the bar as she laughed.]

I'll bet. I'd look. But can you really gauge size without it being... active? Or is that why he look so uptight all the time? Perma-boner?