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 never claimed to be anything but, you prick.

[She helped him by wriggling, because clearly wriggling was the clue to nudity, laughing when she felt the rasp of his stubble against her thigh when he all but face planted into her crotch.]

Wow, Rumlow. You're on fucking point.

[ukase]

[The wiggling was not helpful, but he supposed he could appreciate the show all the same. He growled at her teasing, nipping sharply at one thigh and making some head-way in getting his pants off to join the rest of their clothes.]

I'm exactly where I wanna be, Jones. Admiring that healed bite. Do I need to give you another?

[assholic]

Do I need to smack you around a l-- wait. You like that. That's a dumb question.

[She looked down at where he was, noting he was almost naked, enjoying that level of drunkness she'd managed to achieve. Not too much that she couldn't talk or walk, but enough that everything felt just a little delayed.]

[ukase]

Ha, caught yourself, didn't you?

[He pushed himself out of his pants, actually managing without falling over any further, but he left his socks on just to be spiteful.

He pushed himself up by her thighs and leaned over to kiss her all sweet and kind on the lips.]

Admit that you like me on very rare occasions.

[assholic]

Not even a little. I'm incapable of lik-- hey. Hey! Are your goddamn socks on? Oh, that's it.

[She wriggled now, trying to grab him and pull him up so she could get a hold of his foot.]

[ukase]

[He pointed wiggled his toes in his socks to emphasize them, smirking even as she hauled on him to draw him up the bed. He actually shoved back, keeping his feet well away from her reach.]

You're a liar. You have to like someone. And leave my socks alone! I'll get cold and that would be a sad thing.

[assholic]

Fuck you. Take your damn socks off...

[She levitated up off the bed a bit, angling to flip him around to be under her so she had better leverage and an easier way to try to reach for his feet.]

If you're doing it right, you're not gonna get cold. Stop being a baby.

[ukase]

I think fucking me is the point of all of this, so get on with it and leave my socks alone!

[He was still intoxicated enough to act childish about the whole thing, and he was going to die on that sock hill. When she levitated, he moved to get clear of her, to bounce on the bed and put a bit of space.]

I'm just forcing you to take action.

[assholic]

[She was also drunk enough to be childish, and she landed on him with a heavy 'whumph'.]

Oh, I'm gonna take action.

[She pinned him to the bed, or tried to, also trying to wriggle down to use her toe to try to inch his sock off.]

[ukase]

[He grunted when she landed on him, bowled over enough to hit the bed. Of course, he had little time to mount a counterattack before she pinned him, but he was taller and moved his feet away from her questing toes.]

How about you turn around and use your hands...?

[He would most definitely bite her ass in that case.]

[assholic]

[She was not thinking of teeth or repercussions. She was thinking of winning. And she couldn't reach with her toes, so she moved around to try to sit on his chest and reach down towards his legs. She might be strong, but she wasn't heavy.]

How about you eat a dick...

[ukase]

If you had one, I would totally blow you.

[He grinned as she turned around, pushing himself up onto one elbow and then reaching out with his other hand to pull her higher on his chest where he could bite her at the top of one of her ass cheeks.]

Leave the socks, or I'll bite your ass crack too.

[assholic]

[He's lucky that when she jerked an arm back, she didn't hit him in the face. She rolled over on top of him, scowling.]

Hell no. It's a matter of principle now. You want sex? Socks come off.

[ukase]

[He chuckled low in his throat when she was forced to move. He grinned next to show off his teeth, not at all bothered by the threat.]

You really going to deny us both the sex we want over a pair of socks?

[assholic]

No.

[She grinned, sliding a hand down between her legs, fingers teasing around her clit as she shifted a little on top of him.]

Just you.

[ukase]

I'm drunk enough to get off on the show.

[He grinned back and reached to stroke himself in return. Two could play that game after all.]

[assholic]

Oh... no. People with socks don't get to jerk off.

[She reached up and grabbed at both of his wrists, pinning his hands up over his head.]

You're just gonna have to sit there and watch.

[ukase]

You're such an asshole.

[He twisted his wrists in her grip. She might have been stronger than he was, but her hands were small enough that he knew a single one wouldn't be able to hold the width of his twisting wrists for long.]

Oh I'll watch alright.

[assholic]

You'll sit there and suffer.

[Stupid big wrists. She'd have to grab him harder to keep him in place and she didn't actually want to hurt him. He might have bruises after this as it was, but that was all part of their little game.

She slid one hand back down, teasing along his length before she went back to touching herself, watching him as she did.]

[ukase]

You make that sound like it isn't part of the plan.

[He continued to twist and jerk his wrists to force her to hold tighter or release one of them. His hips gave a strained jerk towards her touch but knew it was only to tease.

Sock issue forgotten, he admired the show before twisting his lower half to see if her could dump her off of him.]

[assholic]

[She would have snapped something back at him, but the way he jerked himself under her, that twisting of his hips had her wobbling off him, her perch already precarious to begin with and being drunk wasn't helping. She would have slammed her ass into the floor, but self preservation kicked in and she floated an inch above it instead.

Then she straightened up -- mostly, listing a little to the side as she righted herself in the air and glowered at him.]

Oh... now we have a problem.

[ukase]

[He pushed himself up to sit, stretching as if he had just woken and smirked in the fact of her glower. He blew a kiss at her and leaned closer to where she was.]

Do we? I thought this was all foreplay.

[assholic]

[Her foot lifted to kick at his, still floating a little at an angle.]

I'm going to set all your goddamn socks on fire.

[ukase]

[He met her kick with the bottom of his foot, smirking at her. He was clearly pleased to have annoyed her so.]

Why you gotta be hating on my foot warmers? I don't criticize your bra.

[assholic]

That's because my bra's on the floor, you jackass.

[She reached down to grab for his foot, aiming to hoist him up by it if she had to.]