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 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.

[ukase]

Why would that offend you? You can just turn me into a vegetable.

[assholic]

[She stared at him blankly for a minute, trying to wrap her head around where this conversation had run off to.

God, he frustrated her.

She stomped across the room towards him, grabbing him by the arm and pulling him in against her.]

No, idiot. I can kill you. I can punch right through your damn head if I'm not careful. I always have to be careful. Always. So stop trying to push me to not be.

[ukase]

[He dropped the shirt that he had managed to retrieve, clearly abandoned by the sock that was nearby. They were going to play this game? He had no idea where this argument was going at any second.]

It pisses me off that you run around threatening people - mainly me - and you won't follow through. It's a joke. You say you're going to punch me, then do it, otherwise it's all meaningless.

[assholic]

You want pain?

[If she'd been sober, she wouldn't have done it, but she was drunk, angry, and he'd been pushing all her buttons on purpose.

She slapped him across the face. Not even a fraction as hard as she could hit him, but he was going to feel like he'd been punched.

Then she let him go and went over to her pile of clothes to start pulling them on.]

Go find a club that caters to that, or someone into that shit. I'm not your goddamn hate yourself therapy fix.

[ukase]

[She had a good slap, but it wasn't a punch. Not really. Open hand slaps were humiliating like the spanking he did and didn't deserve. It still knocked him to the side of course, a quick stumble before he recovered and went for his own clothes.]

Don't say what you don't mean, Jones. That's all I'm saying.

[He threw his balled up shirt at her.]

You might, literally, be the only person who tells it to me straight. That's what friends do.

[assholic]

[His shirt hit her in the face, and she didn't catch it before it fell.]

I do that to everyone. You're just the only idiot that it doesn't bother.

[ukase]

[He would meander over and bend to get his shirt, but that was likely to end up with sex on the with the rate they were changing the subject.]

How does that make me an idiot?

[assholic]

It just does.

[Or it should. She was too drunk for this shit. Too drunk, too raw from earlier, and just too... too. She sort of wanted to just sit down and pull the blanket over her head and not feel bad about the fact she'd smacked him, even though he'd totally asked for it.]

[ukase]

Wow, your reasoning is beyond borders.

[He bent and grabbed his sock, meandering over so he could sit on the bed and pull it on. Then he was stuck looking for its mate.]

Here's a thought: maybe we should sleep off the alcohol before storming through the streets?

[assholic]

You say 'we' like we're just going to go snuggle on the bed and pretend everything's cool. It's not cool, Rumlow. You piss me off and you do it on purpose.

[ukase]

Well, we don't have to snuggle?

[He wondered if she was going to wander off home to whatever man she had captured and lived with.]

Yeah well, you like a fight, so I put you in position to have one.

[assholic]

I didn't want a fight, you jackass. You did. I just...

[What did it matter? She was caught in her own loop; find, ruin, rinse repeat. This was her normal. Why couldn't she just not be herself?]

[ukase]

Fine, what do you want?

[Since this was all about him forcing his own agenda, they may as well take it to hers.]

[assholic]

It doesn't matter. I'm not up for you playing some kind of game with me. Coddling or pushing me. I just... I can't tonight.

[Not tonight. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe the day after. But tonight still had other memories fresh and raw in her mind and she'd been wanting to get away from them. Distract herself from being pissed off and angry. And here she was, pissed off and angry.]

[ukase]

So are you going to come and lay down or are you leaving?

[He was still glancing around for the other sock after all. If she didn't want to stay, he wouldn't force her.]

[assholic]

[She'd fucked him, slapped him, yelled at him, and they were both still drunk on alcohol that was more potent than it had any right to be. Lying down didn't seem the best idea. Not when she'd have to wake up and look at him in the morning. He'd be bruised. From her. And she didn't want to see that.]

I'm leaving. The room's yours for the rest of the night. Try not to fuck it up more than it already is.

[She bent down and pulled on her pants, shirt tugged on after and she looked around for her boots.]

[ukase]

[He didn't bruise that easily, but she had nailed him one, open hand or not. He sighed when her intentions were clear and rose to collect his clothing for actual real this time.

He pulled on his pants, found his missing sock half under the bed and then was pulling on his shirt. Like making a quick escape from a bedroom situation was practically muscle memory at this point. And doing it drunk... yeah, did that too.]

I'll see you around, Jones. Don't sleep in a ditch.

[assholic]

Hey, no. You're staying. That was the whole point of getting this room. I'm going home. You're staying here. For all I know, you have a concussion. And there's still the potential for weird random assholes to snag people that they're not familiar with. So sit your ass down and go to sleep.

[ukase]

Shut up, you're not my mom.

[He wasn't even going to bother to be a normal person and head out the door either. Window was how he made his great escapes.]

Go home. I'll find my own way.

[assholic]

Goddammit, are you shitting me?

[Nope. No way was she letting him crawl out a damn window.]

[ukase]

Don't shit your pants. You've only got one pair.

[He looked out to judge the distance to the ground and the potential landing. Nothing he hadn't done before. Man, his cheek really smarted when it was stuck out in the warm evening.]

Go home.

[assholic]

[Nope. Not happening. She stalked over to him, grabbing his wrist and tugging him back in.]

Sit down, you goddamn baby. We get it. You're big and tough. Rawr. Whatever. Now use the pretense of a brain you have and stay in the goddamn room.