Normal is a lie we tell ourselves

[assholic]

Who: Jessica Jones (assholic) & OPEN
What: May catch-all
When: Early May to the end of May
Where: Wyver (home/city/arenas), the Space Station, the Wilds, possibly Khalo Village
Warning(s): As always, language. Will edit if needed. Edit: NSFW sex in thread w/Clark

She'd gone to the Coalition and surprise, surprise, no one had died. Well, not that she was aware of. Things seemed to be settling down into something less hostile. There were talks of diplomacy, and she'd heard of refugees starting some diplomatic guild or something, which she also trusted about as far as she could throw any of them in it. The Outpost was being turned into some sort of Swiss neutral zone, but it wasn't what she'd been hoping for.

Still, it was probably better than nothing. She'd limited her visits to Olympia, which had left her with time and the need to line her pockets with something other than those deliveries. She'd seen requests for finding things out in the wild, and while Jessica was definitely a city girl, she could at some points during May be found out in the wilds, looking for things to shove in a bag. She was also blowing off steam by continuing to fight in the arenas, though she'd been politely requested to step up a level, since the coordinators were aware that she was pulling her punches and taking easier fights instead of putting in any actual effort. Damn.

So, for May, Jessica can be found:

• Wyver
  • Home - Chilling with Clark and possibly inviting people she knows over so someone will eat the food she's only nibbling on
  • City - She still goes to the pubs, still visits the marketplace, still goes to see what's available for her to do for time and money
  • Arena - Probably the easiest place for people to find her, as she's there more often than not, having 'things at home' she doesn't want to work through
• Station
  • Pod Room - Checking up on those few she gives a shit about and the one she doesn't
  • Market - Spending some of what she's earned getting new jeans and a few bottles of stuff she can't get down on the planet
• Wilds
  • Out and about trying to harvest flora, fauna, or whatever she comes across that she hasn't seen in the markets. This prompt is open for multiple instances and available for team hand-ins
• Wildcard
  • Khalo Village - Someone could talk her into visiting there
  • Flona Cove - If anyone needs to just take a day and chill, it's her
  • Random - Something else in mind?

[Feel free to PM or PP me if you're not sure about something and would like to iron out the details, or if you'd like me to write up a specific starter.]

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Wyver (Arena)

[impavid]

John is tired already, frustrated, already sporting a healing cut on his face and a few bruises before he even arrives at the fighting ring. It's been a long few days, and although he intended to come the rest of the way into Wyver to find out something more about the shamans and where they might have taken the heart -- well, he also has a lot of pent up frustration he needs to get out.

Ianto would probably frown at him, give him that sad puppy blue-eyed look he seems to have perfected.

He feels a faint pang of guilt, but buries it under the lie that he's looking for connections and information. He has other reasons to be here. Besides, this is more legit than the fight club at the beach. It's an actual business. People work here. There's... gambling, fine, that probably doesn't make it better -- but it is popular and there's a lot of people here. He's weighing up exactly how restless he feels when he spots a flash of dark hair that seems familiar. Huh

Weaving through the crowd, he takes a half second to judge from a distance if she seems both alone and not in a horrific mood before moving up beside her -- hands casually shoved into his pockets.

"Should have known I'd find you here too."

Since it seems like a magnet for people who make poor life choices, himself included in that of course.

[apricitous]

There are much better things to fuck in this room. Evidenced by the fact that Clark lifts up just a little so she can pull his shirt off. He, on the other hand, is going to start working on the bra he'd already unclasped.

"Don't think the chainmail'd stand up much better." Beat. "And it probably pinches."

[assholic]

She looks up when she feels someone almost but not quite invade her space, like the act alone of being close was an attempt to get her attention. She knew that move, she just hadn't bothered to perfect it. She preferred to make her presence known and do it quickly. She placed his face and wondered why he was bumming around the Arena herself, seeing the look of a man who'd already been through the wringer and was looking for a second ride.

"Yeah? Why? Do I look like I have 'fun girl, likes blood and gore' written on me somewhere? Oh, shit, was that the t-shirt I was wearing that day? My bad." She sipped from the flask she had with her. She still drank before matches, but she wasn't aiming for the sloppy black-out drunk that she'd started with when she'd first started using the Arenas to punish herself.

[assholic]

She moved her arms to let him get it off her, leaving her naked as she looked down at his pants, his cock half covered by the flap of his jeans before she moved to float downward. "Like anything can pinch you. You're unpinchable. It's unfair, really."

[apricitous]

"You can pinch me," he points out, "just... not very deep."

He's got her naked at this point, which means that his hands are going to explore their fill. It's obvious, from the way that he touches her, just luxuriates in being able to touch her, how much he loves exactly how she looks.

[beatupgrass]

Oh come on, Jess. I don't have nearly enough to blow up an entire mountain. That's just stupid. I barely have enough to blow up a building.

[The biggest eyeroll ever.]

[impavid]

"Pretty much. I left my 'Punch me, I'm a masochist' shirt behind unfortunately and haven't been able to replace it here yet. If you see a good one, let me know."

Not that he expects they sell that kind of thing down here. He takes a half glance around again, clocking the type of people there.

"So you are mostly fighting, or are you losing all your money too?"

Aside from on drink, that is. He's not sure he'd peg her for a gambling sort, but you can never be sure. Sometimes it just depends on the type of gambling, how high stakes it is. What you're gambling with. All kinds of contextual factors. John's a thrill seeker himself, so he's quietly trying to ignore the gambling before he makes a mistake.

[assholic]

"Please. The whole point of pinching is the discomfort. I couldn't even tweeze out your pubic hairs. You could break chainmail with your fur. You don't get to complain about it. Makes me want to get you in one of those stupid chainmail bikinis."

[assholic]

I don't know what you have. There's magic shit here. Maybe you added eye of newt and fart of dragon or some shit.

[She rolled her eyes right back at him.]

And just what else are you getting other than the sheer joy of blowing shit up?

[assholic]

"Fighting. Already had a match earlier and now I'm just drinking myself into a second one. Should be coming up after the cage round finishes." She gestured over to the far left, where there was a sort of caged area; sides and top all meshed in to keep anyone from escaping entirely. "They like me in that one. I can't get up high enough to kill anyone with a throw-down."

Her 'signature finishing move' had resulted in quite a bit of damage, so they had to figure out either what to limit her to or where to fit her that she couldn't have that kind of freedom. This was an 'anything goes' match, so...

"Gambling's dumb. Spend your money on shit you want, not shit you might get if someone doesn't screw you. Unless you're looking for someone to screw you. Then I'm sure there's hands willing to take your money."

[apricitous]

"You know, there are some things I'm going to tell you 'no' on, Jess," he says with a look u pat her. "And that is one of them."

[assholic]

She gave him an innocent look, tugging his pants off and floating back up to face level with him. "Chainmail banana hammock?"

[apricitous]

"Unfortunately, I didn't pick up any bananas at the store today," he points out as he pulls her back down against him, rubs his body against hers, smiles at her just so. "So we'll have to skip that one too. If you don't mind."

[assholic]

"That's not the banana I was referring to." She grinned as he pulled her down, letting her weight rest against him, her hands bracing her up on either side of his head. "But honestly? I kinda like you naked anyway. Makes me want to touch your little fur carpet."

[impavid]

Can't get up high enough to kill someone. John's eyebrows loft for a moment, then furrow a little as he glances in the direction of the cage.

"Well, I've been told fighting is dumb too and I'm pretty sure there were opinions about my drinking. So I'm figuring no matter what I do someone will tell me it was a mistake."

John doesn't sound strictly like he cares much. He glances at her drink then around vaguely.

"You good with that, or do you want something suspicious from one of these stands?"

He's guessing either very strong and overpriced or cheap and watered down are the options.

[assholic]

"Save that offer until after my round and I might take you up on it. Figure you owe me one after the smoke-bombs." She grinned, remembering just how queasy he'd looked near the end of it. "I may have forgotten to mention that smoke eventually comes out both ends."

Was she snickering? She was snickering.

[impavid]

"Oh, I owe you something alright. Just you wait."

John Sheppard is not a man opposed to playing a long game with his revenge.

"I am never drinking that stuff again if I can help it."

Even if maybe sticking to one glass might have been fine, it's the principle of the thing. He holds Jessica entirely responsible for the whole thing. Never admit fault if possible, one of the Sheppard family mottos. Probably.

[beatupgrass]

Yeah, you can trust that so long as I am here and sane, I will not be using magic shit.

[Ignoring that random-ass broach that lets him turn human for a little bit. That's a trump card.]

I'm doing a favor for a nice man who might do me a solid someday.... and there could be stuff he left behind up there worth some silver.

[apricitous]

"Little fur carpet," and he just kind of repeats it with a slightly amazed and more than a bit fond sort of chuckle before leaning up to pull her into another kiss.

"I love you," he just... says it. Because he's feeling it, right in the center of his chest, here on the kitchen floor with her. He feels it so he says it.

[assholic]

She heard the weight of the supposed threat there, smiling to herself as she took another long swallow. "It's not so bad. You just need to get used to it. That's the fun of being here. All sorts of magical shit and lightning in a bottle going on. Trust me, it could have been worse."

[assholic]

So what earns me the dubious pleasure of being your partner in not-crime?

[They had a weird relationship, the two of them. Like angry wet-cat siblings. Still, she didn't hate him. She didn't even not like him. There was an odd respect there, but she also was suspicious of all of his motivations.]

[assholic]

She was chuckling softly to herself at the look on his face as he repeated her, smiling into the kiss. Then he had to add that and she felt her heart trip over itself. Lifting up a bit, she looked down at him, at that perfectly chiseled face, and those impossibly blue eyes, and that smile that melted her every time. "Yeah, I kinda got that. Love you too, Alf."

[apricitous]

That smile had him removing the rest of his clothes for her, his hands instantly going to her once done with that task. To pull her closer, to hold her, to let him grind against her as he leans up to take her mouth in another kiss.

"It really is... a very good thing... we don't have another roommate."

[assholic]

"Why? Might find yourself getting annoyed to be told to stop baring your ass on the kitchen floor?" She let herself sink into him, her weight solid on top of him as she melted into those kisses. He tasted as good as he smelled, and she purred into it, hands skimming down over him, wanting to rev him up as much as he did just by existing.

[apricitous]

"I might get caught baring my ass on the kitchen floor," he points out with a grin as they kiss, as they writhe together, bodies pressed flush as he runs his hands over her in turn. There's so much joy here, joy he takes in her presence, in her words, in the warmth of her.