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

[ukase]

[He was with her at the climax, burying himself in her heat and groaning loudly as he shuddered. He gave little shallow thrusts, pushing them both through it, and his hands gripped what was left of the head board where he could before he came to a stop and nestled his nose into her hair.]

That's two for two of beds destroyed.

[assholic]

You sound smug about that. You... smug jerk.

[Yeah, that was the best she had right now. She was focusing on her breathing, on trying to keep him where he was while she lowered down onto the bed.]

[ukase]

Oh, now isn't that just a stinger!

[He leaned down and purposefully nuzzled his stubble between her shoulder blades before easing away to flop down on the bed next to her, panting and enjoying himself.]

[assholic]

Keep giving me things to hold against you. It'll just make me fly you higher before dropping you on your fat head.

[ukase]

You do realize I have fallen from very high distances, right?

[He sucked on his bottom lip for moment before adding.]

...of course, I've always had a parachute.

[assholic]

Notice the lack of parachutes around. Might wanna start kissing my ass a little and getting in my good graces or some shit.

[ukase]

[He glanced down her body and then shrugged.]

Well... okay, I'm not against kissing ass. Roll over.

[assholic]

Look who thinks he's funny...

[She prodded at him, shaking her head and trying not to smirk. Mustn't encourage the asshole.]

[ukase]

What? I'm being serious. I am not too old to not kiss ass.

[He rolled onto his side and pushed at her to see if she would roll over. Don't worry, he would totally call her bluff and take all of this literally.]

[assholic]

You're too old to do a lot of things, grampa. I think I see a few grey hairs here and there.

[She nudged back at him, burying her head under the pillow and pulling the blanket up over her.]

[ukase]

Are you saying I'm too old to be sleeping with you?

[He nudged at her back when she went to cocoon in the blankets. He remained on top of them to cool off. He was still sweating for the moment.]

[assholic]

You're going to need 'Grey Away' for your pubes. That's old man territory.

[No, he didn't, but she liked to tease him. Because he had to have vanities somewhere, right?]

[ukase]

I'd shave my pubes off if they turned that grey before I ever dyed them. I have some pride and dye... people should learn to age with grace.

[He huffed and nudged at her more before he rolled right on top of her buried in the blankets. Yep, he could annoy her too.]

[assholic]

Oof- God, you're heavy.

[She unburied her head, glaring up at him and giving him a light shove.]

People should do a lot of things with grace they never wind up managing. I find myself unsurprised.

[ukase]

Really? That coming from the woman that can throw me around like I weigh nothing at all. Better luck next time, Jones.

[To be fair, they were both rather intoxicated. It was unlikely that they would be at their most witty.]

People are arrogant pieces of shit.

[assholic]

I can toss you like you're a feather. Doesn't mean you're not still heavy. I can throw a car too. Doesn't mean I want it lying on me in bed, you muscle-bound asshole.

[So much quip, so little sense.]

Well, yeah.

[ukase]

Feathers are stupidly difficult to toss; they just float away, never go in the direction you want. [Logic. He had that even here.] I smell way better than a car.

[assholic]

You smell like sweat and sex and alcohol.

[So there, Brock. Because listing things that he smelled like clearly was some kind of come-back.]

[ukase]

All of which are better than a car. Sometimes they are found in a car. It has been a while since I fucked in the back of a car. They're too cramped.

[He was just going to run with it, let the tangent ignore any barbs she might intend for him.]

[assholic]

Is that some kind of nostalgic request. 'Dear Santa, I wanna fuck in the back of a car like I'm seventeen again'?

[She pushed the blanket down a bit, trying to untangle herself from it because now, with his body on hers as well, she was getting hot.]

[ukase]

Please, everyone knows Santa is a farce.

[He rolled off of her with her shoving around the blanket, lounging on his stomach and just enjoying the messy sheets. Of course, there were more than a few splinters here.]

If you could have anything, what would it be?

[assholic]

You haven't met Reinholdt.

[She snickered, thinking of the pair of them meeting and her Bavarian Santa giving Rumlow a bag of coal.]

What? What kind of dumb existential crisis question is that?

[ukase]

Sounds German, and those guys tend to be hardcore and reserved.

[He would welcome a bag of coal. It would mean he would be warm if it ever became cold here.]

That's the kind of dumb shit drunk people talk about, so answer the question, Jones.

[assholic]

He's some kind of old-timey knight. With a horse. And a Santa suit. It's fucking brilliant.

No. You answer it first.

[ukase]

I thought Santa was supposed to ride a reindeer? What's his deal?

[She was actually going to be belligerent about this? Yes, of course she was. It was Jones.]

...but I asked you the question. If you cared to know, you would have asked first.