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]

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?

[ukase]

[Rumlow gave a laugh at her spraying alcohol, in a much better mood now that they weren't discussing anything serious. He grabbed a napkin and still tried to mop up some of the mess, but it was half hearted and more because it gave him an opportunity to move to the stool they had between them.]

I mean, estimations aren't always accurate I guess. God no... the only gal he'd get a boner for is like ninety-five and would have a heart-attack seeing it again.

[assholic]

I'd be willing to risk a heart attack to have that burning question known. I bet he's a two-fister. He looks like a two-fister. Hey, hey...

[She nudged at him now that he was sitting beside her, smile too wide because that buzz was melting through her like something warm and numbing and just what she needed.]

You know a dolphin can kill you if it comes inside you? You think he has like... super psi sperm? Blowing holes through doors since 1942?

[ukase]

You'd take a bullet to the heart if you tried. Carter ain't letting that one go; she'd be brain-dead to. [Which he knew definitely wasn't happening.] He took both of my fists and then threw me across the room once. 'Course, it was me punching him...

[Sparring with Rogers was like being used as a punching bag sometimes, but he had enjoyed it. It was a real challenge to his skills, even if he only won if they called to 'first blood' and he didn't play fair.]

Doubt it. Bet he could hit a homerun the moment any gal pulled the catcher though. Like... grand-slam home run.

[assholic]

Man, imagine being knocked up by a super soldier. Jesus. Think the baby would punch through a normal person?

[Pregnancy was already scary enough without thinking that you were going to wind up with a goddamn 'Aliens' moment.]

[ukase]

I actually can't, and I won't. I have the advantage having a plain no pregnancy zone.

[He shrugged his shoulders though. There had been wide debate in HYDRA how useful Rogers would be if push came to shove. The army of Super Soldiers business was long over as a debate.]

Hard to say if the kid would get any of the serum effects. Might just be a scrawny little bean-sprout choking on air.

[assholic]

[She remembered her visit to the Smithsonian. The Captain America display, and the picture of what he'd been like before being supered.]

Maybe. You got yourself snipped? No little broccolis running around?

[ukase]

I would be an awful father, so no. Definitely no sprigs of broccoli.

[He glanced at her, sizing her up.] You gonna be a mom someday? Or your ovaries are too shrivelled by bitterness to even bother?

[assholic]

Jesus, no. I'd be a shit mom. Nine months without drinking? Not happening.

[The idea sent a shiver up her back, and her nose wrinkled at the mere thought of it.]

'Sides, the asshole overlords said they pretty much neutered everyone, so... all the fucking with none of the regret.

[ukase]

Ha, you'd totally have an alcohol-depended baby. It'd be awful.

[He must have missed that part of the speech, but it was more likely that he hadn't cared. He was getting a bit too old for babies, and he had seen maybe a bit too much chemical warfare to trust anything he produced.]

Aw man, I had my hopes and dreams all set in knocking you up. Super strength ruggedly handsome children! [He snorted in amusement and stroked his palm across her shoulders.]

[assholic]

[She didn't pull away from the touch. She might have if she wasn't basking in that warmth, especially after what they'd seen earlier, but that seemed a bit further away than it had been, and for all that she might not entirely trust Rumlow, he hadn't done anything that had her hackles rising. He'd been upfront, so far, and her body didn't seem to mind him.]

Please. They'd have to take after me in looks otherwise they'd get beat up. Trust me, Rummy, it's better if neither of us ever breed. Especially not here.

[ukase]

[If he was listing like a sinking ship towards her, it wasn't intentional. He hadn't eaten before coming here, not expecting to be in the position he currently was, and he was going to pay for it. Instead, he was going to enjoy the heat of the alcohol and then the grossness of regret tomorrow.]

Shut your filthy mouth! I was adorable and then I turned out downright sexy. You were clearly a gangly kid.

[He sighed and lay his cheek on her shoulder.]

We'd be terrible parents. We'd be those parents the government literally had on call to take the kid the moment it came out.

[assholic]

[Jess let him lean on her, because it wasn't such a bad thing and maybe, just maybe, she liked it a little. Maybe that inside voice was telling her to stop being a salty bitch for five minutes and just enjoy what she could while she could.]

You'd be the stay at home dad. Wearing an apron. Making cookies. Talking about Captain America's dick.

[ukase]

[He grunted at the sheer notion. Stay at home dad his ass. He was too much of an adrenaline junkie to be able to stay away from the call of duty long. It just wasn't happening.]

I know how to cook. I bet that's more than you do. [He poked her in the ribs.] If you eat a solid meal more than once a week, I'd be shocked.

[assholic]

My idea of cooking is unscrewing the lid on the peanut butter jar.

[She grinned, flinching a little from the prod, shoving back at him a bit.]

I eat when other people cook for me.