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]

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.

[assholic]

I have a vagina. It's my prerogative to be fickle. Spill, penis-wielder.

[ukase]

I feel like that argument only actually works if you're pregnant.

[Which might now be his own stubborn refusal to answer. Nothing ever gets done when two stubborn assholes go head to head.]

[assholic]

No, that just excuses any shitty food choices.

[This is what happened when two walls tried to out-wall each other.]

[ukase]

You don't eat because all you consume is booze. No wonder you're skinny.

[And now they were heading right off topic, as all drunk people tended to go when not forced to focus.]

[assholic]

I'm not skinny. I'm lean. You're just fat.

[ukase]

No, I'm lean and muscular. [He poked her in the ribs.] You'd have to have some layer of fat to be considered lean, but you don't. You're bones, and that means you're skinny.

[assholic]

Hey, fuck you!

[She grabbed his hand, tugging it and trying to turn around so she could try to pin him to the bed.]

I have a fast metabolism. Can't get fat. It's just lean. Stop being a prick.

[ukase]

Well, you already did that...

[And he didn't fight that hard against the roll and pin. He lay there with his arm forced and leered up at her.]

Maybe if you ate food, you'd have some meat on your bones.

[assholic]

I do eat food, you assmuncher. I just don't shove it in my face all day. I eat enough.

[She shifted to lay over him, the sheet tangling to stick between their lower halves, letting her brush bare breasts over his chest.]

[ukase]

The worm in the tequila doesn't count as food, I'll point out.

[Now, he was just peckering her. He savoured the feel of her body on his, rolling a little under her in order to make himself perfectly comfortable with the position.]

[assholic]

Your worm doesn't count as food either, and you don't mind me nibbling on that.

[ukase]

Well, as long as you don't bite it off, yeah. I would be very upset if you did.

[But he likely could never breathe a word of it to anyone. That's just... no.]

[assholic]

I'm an asshole, not a sadist. Besides, I like your dick. It occasionally does decent work.

[ukase]

Awww, that's as close to a compliment as you get.

[He smirked and leaned up to kiss her on the mouth. Like a real lover or something.]

[assholic]

Can't let you start getting too comfortable. You might like it or something.

[She let him kiss her, even going so far as to kiss him back before letting go of his wrist and moving to the side of him.]

[ukase]

I don't like being comfortable either. I don't like being off my game.

[He slid an arm around her shoulders as she lay next to him, as close to cuddling as either of them likely managed.]

So you bi?

[assholic]

[She gave him a weird look, trying to figure out what would make him ask such an out of the blue question. Then she remembered that conversation, snorting out a laugh.]

Why? You got some lady in mind to drag into the equation?