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.]

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For Daenerys

[assholic]

The arenas. She was starting to feel like this was one of 'her' places. Her zones. She had a corner she curled up in between fights, one that some of the other fighters even kept clear for her. She was earning a spot. All on her own. She'd gotten to the point where she was even remembering names, not that she actually used them. Gill and Ednira were still Spike-face and Skunktard. But they seemed to not take offense at those names anymore, nodding their heads and making way for her as she settled in to shed her jacket and wrap her hands up.

She wasn't as pissed off as she'd been after being taken anymore. She'd worked off a lot of that rage, but it was still there. It was always there, simmering just under the surface, coloring her thoughts and making her have to concentrate more on how hard she couldn't hit someone.

During her chat with the lady with the white hair she'd been trapped with, she'd mentioned she fought down at the arenas. Some casual mention of stopping by to see what these 'arenas' were like, and Jess didn't think much else of it. From what she'd seen of the woman, she was too hoity toity to get down and dirty with the fighters or the betters. There were rules in the Arenas. A sort of law in itself. And for the most part, they all followed it.

So on a day like any other, when Jessica felt like earning a bit of cash to drink herself stupid because of reasons, she made her way to the arena to do just that. She'd lined herself up for a few fights, not wanting to get too into it, but knowing she needed to work off some steam as well. Big guys. Not to the death. Powered. Just her style...

iii.

[ukase]

[Walking through the memories of other people's trauma was like watching torture case files and interrogations with certain spies. Most of the one's he had found himself in had been horrible, the kind of memories that people would never want to share if they had a choice. He had seen a lot of shit in his day, had plenty done to him way back when, but so far, he hadn't had to personally have the details of his past revealed to others. He liked to think that his advanced training in compartmentalization was how he avoided that, but in a way, he suspected it was just a matter of time.

So, he went exploring instead. Distraction was a good way to avoid having to wander around in fleeting dreams. Those revealed were hardly ever happy. Why would they be? People were formed together because of various conflict. So, because he had the transport available, he took it to Wyver just to see; he didn't plan on staying, not this time anyway.

He wandered around the dragon city, hands tucked into his pockets, and his head down enough that he could clearly be an unknown not worth bothering. When he spotted a familiar woman walking like she had somewhere to be, he lengthened his stride to catch up as he weaved through the crowd. However, he wasn't foolish enough to come up on her fast without identifying himself.]

Jones. [She had a tension about her that likely only a stiff drink would help put at ease. Or at least until she blacked out from it.]