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]

I don't get along well with others. It's a thing. Freaks and normals don't mix.

[It's what she'd found, after all. Being in a new place didn't magically make that not a thing.]

No, but you weren't this drunk on the station. Bet if I dragged you off, you'd just fall over, or worse, just lay there. Lazy, Rumlow.

[ukase]

Do I look like I care if you're a freak? Got a whole set of healing bruises to make it clear I don't.

[He rolled his eyes and actually went for another drink, likely against all better judgement. He winced a bit and then returned to leaning up against her, a hand smoothing up and down her back.]

I'm never a lazy fuck unless I've passed out, and I haven't been that drunk since I was seventeen.

[assholic]

Keep talking like that and I might have to put that to the test.

[Okay, so yes, she liked the feel of that soft rubbing up and down along her back, even through her jacket. Maybe he needed soothing more than she was willing to admit. It had been a rough night, after all.]

[ukase]

Assuming you can stand up and walk.

[Maybe they both needed soothing in their own way, and so far she wasn't punching him off of his stool, so it was a win. He hummed and gave up on drinking more at this point. The alcohol was thick in his blood and she smelled nice despite them having been in an alley.]

[assholic]

You forget; I can fly. Ain't no laws about flying while drunk.

[She grinned at him, leaning into him a little, resting the hand she wasn't holding her drink in on his thigh.]

[ukase]

[He paused and squinting, thinking about the flying thing. It stood to reason she could... except he figured she'd still hit things. He'd laugh too.]

Do you fly straight, or do you sort of... stagger and hit the ground?

[assholic]

Haven't really flown much while drunk. It's still a new thing.

[ukase]

[He grinned at her. Was that so, huh?]

So you're going face-first in the mud, huh? I am going to be there to see that happen.

[assholic]

Am not.

[She turned to face him a bit more, a finger prodding him in the chest.]

If I wind up falling, I'm aiming for you. Your big head can break my fall.

[ukase]

[He leaned away from the prodding, holding onto the bar to prevent slipping from his seat.]

It can be like one of those awful rom-coms with me having to catch you. Except, instead of catch you, I'd dodge and you'll slam into the ground... and I'll laugh until I puke.

[assholic]

I guarantee you that if that happens, I will be shoving your face in your own vomit.

[She slid the stopper in the bottle, a quarter of it left, then scooped up what the bartender hadn't taken for payment and shoved it back into her pocket.]

I'm done with this place. The less I'm around a shit load of people, the better. At least until this bullshit's over. C'mon, asshole. Let me make sure you don't choke to death. I might feel bad.

[ukase]

[He snorted and leaned on the bar, watching her stand and admiring what he could see of her ass. He wrinkled his nose at her, but he too slid off of the stool and managed to keep to his feet, though he swayed dangerously at first.

Then he seemed to manage his bearings and only staggered a little when he walked.]

You gonna find me a nice ditch to sleep in? I saw a few good ones while I was wandering around.

[assholic]

No, you drunk prick. I'm gonna drag your ass to wherever you're staying.

[She watched him list a little to his feet, smirking as he followed her out of the tavern.]

Where the fuck are you staying?

[ukase]

[Now wasn't that an interesting question. He wandered out of the tavern and looked around, stretching his arms above his head.]

Dunno. I hadn't picked a place, but I prefer rooftops to ditches personally. I can find a spot. I'm not that drunk. [Ignore his hand smoothing over her ass because yes he was that drunk.]

[assholic]

[She slanted a glance over at him when he stretched, watching that strip of skin appear between the bottom of his shirt and his pants, the look turning into a roll of her eyes when his hand touched her ass. She returned the favor by reaching over and giving his nipple a tweak.]

You're staying in a room, jackass. You really want to wake up in someone else's nightmare? Or have people wake up in yours? There's inns down that way.

[ukase]

[He rumbled a low sound of interest when she pinched his nipple, giving her a look that clearly stated that he had no issue with whiskey. He snorted and rolled his eyes; he hadn't had a steady job to earn income enough for housing, so he came and went where he pleased most of the time.

This place didn't seem like it would be much different.]

You think four walls and a door is going to stop someone's nightmare memories from finding me? I think I'll have better luck on a roof.

[assholic]

In a city that houses dragons, you want to leave your manly bits open to possibly being chewed on. That sounds like it couldn't possibly go wrong in any way.

[That look was... probably a little more effective than it should be. She turned to look down at the street-way that would lead to the taverns.]

I can foot your bill for a night since I'm the one that got you fucked up in the first place.

[ukase]

Well... technically I need to find a dragon for my future proposal.

[He grinned at her, but he began to stagger his way down the street all the same. He was personally looking for a spot, but also, he had to pay attention to where he was putting his feet too. Thus, he mostly just walked with a dangerous sway and wasn't actually paying attention to housing opportunities.]

Yeah, no way. I pay my own fare. I don't do hand-outs; I've lived enough in shit places like this to know nothing is free. Cost plus interest ain't worth the debt.

[assholic]

[She stopped walking, reaching out to grab his wrist, tugging him towards her. If he wasn't balanced properly, he might just wind up smacking into her, which she steadied herself for. Seemed Jessica could handle her liquor better than Rumlow. For now.]

I can think of a way you can pay it off.

[ukase]

[He twisted with her pull, and while he was off-balanced, he managed to catch himself before he toppled into her. He regarded her as shrewdly as possible despite not exactly able to focus. Of course, this was an opportunity to slide a hand up her side all the same.]

Does it involve public humiliation 'cause I ain't in the mood?

[assholic]

[She shook her head, her hand sliding up his arm and giving his bicep a light squeeze.]

Nope. Might involve me having to fork out more money for another broken bed...

[ukase]

[He snorted and leaned into her, dropping his head so that it rested on her shoulder.]

You realize that makes me a whore, right? Getting literally paid for sex.

[assholic]

You could look at it that way. Or you could look at it as having somewhere not muddy to crash after getting naked and sweaty. If you're even capable of performing.

[He was leaning on her like he was tired. Tired and too drunk to play. She'd still get him a room either way, but she gave his ear a little nip to see just how tired he was.]

[ukase]

Don't know anyone else I can crash with, I guess. You... gonna stay the night or just get off and run?

[He hissed and turned his head to immediately nip back, reaching up to rub his ear. He groped her ass and pressed more pointedly into her.]

Fair warning that you might have to break my arms; I've been told I Broctopus after sex and tend not to let go.

[assholic]

Guess we'll have to see if you wear me out or not.

[They'd stayed to sleep up at the station, so she wasn't entirely against the idea of falling asleep around him. At least she knew him. Sort of.]

C'mon, you drunk sextopus. Let's find a place with thick walls. I think the one with the weird flowery dragon symbol's got good rooms.