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Normal is a lie we tell ourselves

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?

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She ate because he'd put it in front of her and there was a part of her that wasn't willing to be irrationally mean and not accept that offer just because of whatever mood she was in. It wasn't like the food wasn't good. It was. Clark was more than capable in the kitchen. She'd just... gotten used to a lifestyle where she pecked her way through it, and having someone taking care of her because it was his nature was still something she was adapting to.

But she was trying. For him. Because he mattered. She'd just speared another bite on her fork, glancing up at him at the question and huffing out a soft laugh in answer. "No. Why would I? You have to basically get high before you go, for your 'own protection'. That's just opening yourself up to some kind of fuckery."

He agrees with a nod, because he can't disagree. But at the same time-

"And you want to have no idea what's there?"

He's just... saying. Usually, when he's unsure about something, he wants to know more about it, not less.

Another shrug. "I figure someone will survive a visit there and bring back the tales of glory and... whatever weird shit is happening there. For all I know, it's a goddamn hippy commune. You smoke a reefer before you go in and then you sit around singing kumbaya and possibly getting involved in an orgy."

She took a bite, chewing and looking up at him. "But I'm starting to guess you have some weird sort of super protection urge to go be a snoop." She couldn't even wish he wasn't like that, because him not being him just wouldn't be right.

He'd started opening his mouth to offer his reasoning for why a second hand account could be incredibly unhelpful, but then she continues and he closes it with a wry sort of nod and a bow of his head that says yes, that's him, 'weird super protection urge' and snooping and all.

Call it the journalist urge or the superhero urge, or even just plain old paranoia, but he doesn't like not knowing.

"I was thinking of going."

"You might be surprised to know this, but I didn't even have to whip out my deductive P.I. skills to figure that one out." Another bite, followed by a smile and she reached for her beer. "I know you're not asking me for permission, so... what? You just want someone to know you're going?"

"Or see if you wanted to go," he admits as he starts picking at another piece. "I'd... prefer not to go alone. For obvious reasons. But I can ask someone else."

There's no hidden agenda in his tone. He isn't trying to convince her, or passive-aggressively indicating she should. He means every word.

He'd wanted to go with Jess but if she doesn't want to go, she doesn't want to go.

"Me? Shouldn't you be taking Alan? Or Lois?" Try as hard as she could, she couldn't quite keep a tiny bit of edge out of her tone there. And it made her hate herself just a little. Her eyes dropped down to her plate, her fork prodding at the food there.

His fork and knife are placed gently on the table. Not dropped, not clinked. Gently placed on the table.

"I asked you, Jess. And you don't have to go. I'm not... it's not a test."

"Fuck," she murmured, looking down at her plate and setting her own cutlery down before covering her face with a hand. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Clark. You... Jesus. You haven't done anything to deserve mega-bitch mode. Or bitch-lite. Or bitch anything."

And yet here she was, subconsciously trying to sabotage the best thing in her life. "I'm sorry." She looked up at him, taking in a slow breath.

He waits while she puts her hands on her face before standing up and walking over, settling on one knee in front of her before reaching out a hand to take hers and entwine their fingers. He doesn't say anything, but he leans forward to press his lips to her hand before looking back up at her.

In and out, a faint squeeze to her hand.

"You're fine."

"Do you ever get pissed off? Like, at all? I'm being a bitch, Clark. Intentionally or not. You can get mad at me." Even though that was the last thing she wanted. Her hands squeezed his lightly, her knees turning to face him a little. "Call me out when I'm being a shit. You should."

"You know I can get mad," he points out, still mild, "you've seen it. And if I thought it was reasonable, I might be."

He shrugs as he looks up at her, his eyes clear.

"I'm not going to get upset at you for being scared. However that gets expressed."

"I'm not scared." Well, that wasn't entirely true. She was scared of losing him. To Lois. Oddly, not to Alan. The whole different gender thing was something she could actually appreciate. Alan had things she didn't. He could be something for Clark that she could never be. Lois was... the love of his life from back home and that made Jessica insignificant, no matter what Clark said when he looked at her like that. She was jealous, and that pissed her off. "I'm... me. Which isn't a great descriptive."

He isn't going to dismiss that, exactly, but he's also going to look up at her with a wry raise of an eyebrow. 'Me' doesn't discount the idea of being scared. What is jealousy, after all, but the fear of what someone else has and that it might be more than their own. It just also included angry and frustrated and unable to express those things in ways that didn't involve snapping at people.

"I know what you mean," is all he says to that. Because he does.

"But I'm not going to get upset at you for that."

"Proof that you're ridiculously and almost annoyingly perfect." She rolled her eyes a bit, but there was a fond smile that went along with it, her other hand coming up to brush through his hair.

He leans in to press a kiss to their enjoined hands.

"Or maybe... I love who you are. Bitchiness and all."

"Who in their right mind can resist that, huh?" She felt his lips on her hand, her smirk growing before she suddenly tackled him to the ground. "The world needs less prozak and more Clark."

The tackle gets a bright laugh as he lays himself out on the floor underneath her, arms down as he glances up. Well, she's got him where she clearly wants him. What's next, Jess?

"How do you do that, huh? Just... smile and the sun comes out?" She adjusted a bit, settling on top of him, knowing that a) she wasn't heavy enough to bother him and b) he was more than capable of taking her weight. And it didn't hurt that he looked good all laid out like that.

She was certainly not too heavy for him. And he can't say he minds her on top of him. Quite the opposite.

"Well, it could be a new power. Haven't gotten one of those for a while."

"Oh my god. Wouldn't it just fucking figure that you get super happy sun powers? You dork." She pushed up a bit, looking down at him. It still defied logic for her sometimes, how she'd gotten here. With him. He was incredibly patient. Loving. He loved her. And she knew it without him ever having to say it. And damn her if she didn't love him back. She was so screwed.

"So you want to go exploring, huh?"

He lets one of his hands slip back around to go to her hip. He can't help it. He likes touching her.

"I want to see what's there."

Even on the ground, he can shrug.

And just like that, she could feel herself melting, pupils dilating as she looked down at him. Stupid sexy alien. "You're nosy."

He just nods.

Yes, yes he is.

And the little squeeze to her hip really is just random affection. He can't help it.

The squeeze had her letting out a breath in a little shuddering exhale. "And annoyingly sexy. You haven't even done anything and I'm already pretty sure I'm going to wind up choking your dick down in like... two minutes." She gave a little wiggle of her hips, just to accentuate her point. "But, before you distract me with those gorgeous blues... yeah. Someone needs to keep an eye on you. Someone a little less inclined to think everything's okay."

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