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]

Hardly, our sex is fabulous and that's how I get my rocks off.

[He sat up and stretched his arms above his head.]

And seriously, if you get so offended over me trying to be an asshole friend, you need to get more friends. Besides, you want to know shit about me, you can always ask. Isn't that imaginative?

[assholic]

The last thing I need is more friends.

[Bullshit. She needed friends, period. She just wasn't used to that notion. Instead, she scowled at him over her shoulder before bending to try to pick up her underwear.]

You're nosy when you're drunk.

[ukase]

I think you need friends about as much as I do, which happens to be a lot. People like us take a long time to make them and have a harder time keeping them.

[He watched her, still making no attempt to stop her. Of course, she had a nice ass when bending over, so he'd enjoy the view.]

I'm nosy all the time, but I happen to be especially mouthy when drunk.

[assholic]

I thought you were especially handsy when drunk. Make up your mind.

[She stepped into her underwear, standing there in just that small piece of cloth as she looked around the room.]

Maybe you should open up a shrink's office here, Dr. Nosy.

[ukase]

Why can't I be both? If you come closer to the bed, I'll get back to being handsy.

[He pointed towards where other articles of her clothing had flown in the mad rush to hit the bed.]

Last time I checked, people who go to shrinks want to be helped. You're too defensive, and I can see why after tonight. That doesn't mean I can't still be your friend, especially if it will annoy you. It means you're thinking of me.

[assholic]

[Mostly naked, she moved around the room, gathering all her clothes into a pile with her foot, because bending over was stupid. She'd get there eventually.]

See, that's more your problem than mine. Needing to be thought of at all. Why don't you go find yourself a nice... I dunno. Girl? Guy? Settle down. Have a bunch of little assholes.

[ukase]

I don't do nice girls and boys, Jones. That's why we tend to get along so well because all we do is verbally rib each other all the time.

[He swung his legs over the side of the bed and prepared to stand up to search for his clothing in this mess as well. Man, they did a number on the bed.]

You're so afraid of making connections it's laughable.

[assholic]

I am not.

[She shoved at him, because well... shut up, Brock.]

Maybe I just don't wanna connect with you. You ever let that marinate around in that thick head of yours?

[ukase]

[He hit the wall from her shove, denting it a bit. He shook it off with a roll of his shoulders and watched her. Like she had opened up some vulnerability and he was going to hit it as often as he could.]

You are afraid because any connections you make are ones that can either be used against you or taken away. It's better to drive them all away or keep them skin deep to protect yourself pain and to keep them from realizing just how much of a broken piece of shit you are.

[assholic]

You in the market for a broken something? Because I can give you a broken something.

[This argument, or whatever it was, would be laughable from an outside perspective, as he was naked and she was scowling at him in her panties.]

[ukase]

You realize that physical violence doesn't work as a threat on me, right? It's clearly your go-to defense mechanism because people are afraid of you. I ain't, so use your words, Jones.

[It didn't help that they were having this argument while still mildly intoxicated and spoiling for another round in bed at some point in the near future, clothes or no.]

[assholic]

You should be.

[Why wasn't he? He was human, after all. Human and breakable. She'd broken lots of people. Too many. Some by accident. And here he was, waggling his ween at her like he could fend her off with a helicopter dick.]

[ukase]

Why? Because all your past bullshit is going to come up and hurt me? Or you're actually going to let loose and show me how strong you really are?

[He wasn't afraid of her because he wasn't afraid of pain, injury or death. It was apart of his world, and he had come to accept it. Shying from it meant he couldn't do his job, and that was unacceptable.]

[assholic]

Why--

[She drew the word out, throwing her hands up in frustration as she stomped over to him, poking at him in the chest with a finger.]

-can't you just be like everyone else and take a fucking hint. Or get in front of the whole hint thing and just avoid disaster before it punches you in the face.

[ukase]

[He didn't care about her getting all up in his grill, instead using the opportunity to try to sneak an arm around her waist.]

Because that's easy, and I know you make it easy to hate you. Saves time, saves disappointment, saves you investing yourself. And if you want to punch me in the face, go on... I can take it. [He gestured at his face with his free hand.] Avoid the eyes though, since I have nerve damage there and don't always feel it.

[assholic]

[She could see the scars there, more prominent up close instead of the fine lines they were from a distance. She scrunched up her face, scowling at him.]

I'm not punching you in the goddamn face, Rumlow. Even if I should.

[She should also be stepping back out of his hold, but she just stayed there, looking like a pissed off cat.]

Stop doing that. It pisses me off.

[ukase]

But you've been threatening to for the last little while. When push comes to shove and threatening fails, you're left having to use your words.

[He grinned at her, knowing he was backing her into a corner. It would either result in a punch or she was going to have to open up to him a bit. Or... you know, just storm out and refuse to talk to him for awhile.]

You could stop being pissed off and just admit that we're asshole friends. That would solve most of this issue.

[assholic]

You could stop acting like you're some expendable meat doll, you goddamn piece of shit.

[Another shove, lighter, but the snarl was still on her face.]

You don't get to do that, you fucking limp dick fuck boy. You don't get to stand on your little apathetic soap box and talk about how people need to connect and blah blah fuck you and then shrug and walk on a goddamn land mine, you... fuck.

[ukase]

[He leaned back into the wall with her shove, watching her give away a bunch of stuff in her cussing rant at him. He let her have it though, seeing no point in interrupting at this point.]

Is that what you're worried about, Jones? I'll try to be your friend and then go off to my frozen box again or just die?

[assholic]

No.

[Yes. Maybe. God, he was frustrating. Life was frustrating. People were frustrating. And stupid. She continued scowling at him, giving him another poke.]

You don't do friends, remember?

[ukase]

I previously hadn't met anyone worth befriending either.

[He could also be a big fat liar as well. He had to protect himself as much as she clearly was. The difference seemed to be that he was willing to be as annoying as all get out to poke at her insecurities where her basis of operation was insults.]

[assholic]

[Her basis of operation was fucking amazing, thank you.]

And you still haven't. Lucky you. So what's your point, Rumlow?

[ukase]

I'll be the judge of that.

[He raised his eyebrows as if daring her to contest his right to do so.]

Just as it's your right to be angry and alone.

[assholic]

Seriously. No, seriously. Like... really. What is your actual problem?

[ukase]

I don't particularly have one. What's yours?