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]

[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?

[assholic]

Right now? You being you. Even when you're shitfaced, you can't just... not be a prick.

[ukase]

You're awful upset over my propositions to be your friend, and then you get more upset when I point out your character flaws.

[He pushed off the wall, since she wasn't shoving him anymore.]

...and yeah, we're both shitfaced, so that automatically makes us more argumentative.

[assholic]

You were born argumentative.

[Said the argumentative ball of arguing.]

[ukase]

[Rumlow barked a laugh at that accusation.]

No, I was born into an argument.

[assholic]

You're arguing that point as well. See? Jerk.

[ukase]

Arguing is basically how people in my family communicate.

[assholic]

Don't be proud of that. You look proud of that.

[Another poke to the chest. Why? Because... because.]

[ukase]

[He actually slapped her hand aside at that.]

You think that's something to be proud of, huh? That's clearly how you live your life... proud of the need to argue. Your mummy and daddy rough on each other or maybe turn it on you?

[assholic]

Oh, look at that. Someone can actually get pissy and not just keep trying to piss everyone else off. Careful, Jackass. I might think you have emotions.

[ukase]

My skill is pissing people off. Comes in handy a lot.

[assholic]

How handy is it coming in right now, jackass?

[ukase]

[He moved to get around her to he could go and retrieve his clothes scattered across the floor.]

Great actually. By continuing to argue, you refuse to leave. You don't let a fight go without the last word after all.

[assholic]

[She watched him move to go pick up his clothes, hands curling into fists.]

I really wish you weren't so fucking fragile, because I want to punch you in the face.

[ukase]

[He stopped mid-bend and then turned to face her, standing up again and smirking.]

Promises, promises. You want to punch me, do it.

[assholic]

You know I'm not going to. I can kill you.