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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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Wouldn't that defeat the purpose of winning in the first place? Or were the odds that bad on my side that you raked it in?

[She could never tell one night from the next what they'd peg her at. Likely because she didn't have a set way of fighting. Some nights she held back a lot and got her ass handed to her. Others, she worked out her issues on someone's face. It varied.]

Jessica. Figure you got my name already if you bet on me.

I wouldn't say they were bad, but it's enough to cover a couple drinks and something new in the market.

[Which was about all Ava really wanted anyway. And Jess seemed interesting, so she figured it would be worth the investment. Although, yeah, part of that interest was the powers. She didn't know a lot of people that had them; Bucky, Steve, Wanda. So people with abilities always caught her interest, especially other women, given that her friends tended to lean toward guys.]

Well, it's nice to get introduced officially, instead of them hollering odds.

[Maybe it was the fact that she'd come over first that had Jessica pegging her as another refugee. There were plenty of natives around, but Jess had found that most of them seemed to just tolerate or deal with new faces. They seemed less inclined to make friends with or initiate conversation that didn't benefit them in some way.

Of course, Jess was still not entirely comfortable with the natives here after her recent incidents with the Shamans and the attitudes from those that lived in both Olympia and Wyver. It had been why she'd suggested a third alternative living space. Look how well that had gone.]

How long you been here?

[To be honest, Ava wasn't frequently the sort that reaches out to people, but Jessica had caught her eye. There were always people she was willing to make an exception for, people that hit her just the right way. And Ava didn't know enough other women here, let alone ones that could fly and punch that hard.

So here she was. She'd missed the drama with the kidnappings, but knew the basics. The question though; it's an odd one for her.]

I first arrived to Olympia a little under a year ago. Though I was sort of laying low for a few months and then recently decided to trade up for Wyver.

[If Jess is a refugee, she can probably parse through what she means, and if she's not, it's entirely non-committal.]

So long enough to know about all the bullshit that's been happening recently.

[Jess wondered how the natha expected anyone to actually want to stay down here and do anything, and she figured that was half of the reason they kept so many people in pods. Unspoken threats. Or, it was to her. 'Do as we want or...' was implied when they pushed people into shuttles and transports to go down and play nice on the planet.]

Wyver's not that different, just so you know. Just less... boujee.

Mostly second hand. I didn't really decide to get involved until Voss' miracle and the recent talks about the Council.

[She's not unaware of the threat that the people in pods represent. Even if there's nothing in the Natha's words or tone that make that explicit, it's something she can't help thinking about. Sana. Natasha. Coulson. Her team from the Academy; Jinx and the boys. Rollins.]

I'll take less boujee. I mean, I grew up in Brooklyn-- and not the hipster parts. But I like this place well enough, anyway. The fighting ring's neat, and I got a job at the forge which is a lot less academic bullshit than Olympia was.

Olympia's good if you're looking for a brothel or some fancy-pants upper crust shit. They seem to really like that class divide, and driving it home is their specialty. But Wyver's good for cheap shit that still does what it's supposed to. Booze, clothes, food. And the fighting games in Olympia are pathetic.

[At least here, they had a mostly self-monitoring situation, but they still kept an eye out to make sure that there were no deaths or mortal injuries beyond actual to the death challenges, which she hadn't actually seen while she was here.]

Yeah, that's not quite my scene. Wyver's easier, I guess. Not that one's really better than the other, but it's easier to blend in here. And they have dragons.

[Ava's seen a lot of weird stuff, heard about even more, literally lived through an alien invasion on New York City, but dragons and unicorns and that sort of thing were all the land of fanciful stories until she came here. So there's that.]

I didn't even believe they existed before I saw them here. Did they have them in your world?

[She snorted out a laugh, moving to start wrapping her hands up for her next match. She hadn't learned much in terms of fighting, but she'd had that much nailed into her, if only so Clark wouldn't have to keep seeing beaten up knuckles every night.]

Hell no. My world just had people with abilities and doctors that turned into jolly green rage monsters and viking gods and, oh right, fucking aliens coming in and destroying New York. You know, the usual...

[She quiets for a moment because that come back is... pretty exacting. And so instead she opts for:]

Did you every try Hulka-Hulka Burning Fudge?

[One of the Ben & Jerry's flavors they'd put out a while after the Battle of New York. Saying something to the tune of oh gosh me too was a bit much, so instead, it's something smaller, easier to brush off. But the recollection of the Battle of New York puts a tension in her shoulders and she sighs, shaking her head.]

So how about that drink?

[She paused in her wrapping, both at the offer of a drink and the mention of someone else that knew what she was talking about. Subtle, but hard to miss when you were in the know. She didn't have to have her next match right away. It was a filler more than anything, and there were plenty of bodies to throw at each other before larger events. Bigger money-makers.

Besides, it wasn't often she got to meet someone that knew that kind of crazy she'd known before coming here.]

Sure, why not. Long as you're buying.

I'm buying the first few, more than that and you're on your own.

[There's a laugh to it, a touch of amusement. Because there was buying someone a couple drinks as an introduction, and then there was being a sucker, and Ava knew the difference. But she was interested in talking to her, and willing to cover the first couple rounds.

Besides, she sort of missed having other women to talk to. Especially one that seemed to be from the same kind of world.]

I won't have more than a couple. I don't want to lose my last match. I get the big payload for the night off that one.

[She unwound her hands, rolling the wrap up and sticking it in the small pack she brought with her that housed her few things. Draping it over her shoulder, she gestured to Ava.]

Dealer's choice on which house we shit in.

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