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Who: Juvia Lockser (

lacuscular) & various
What: catch-all log for October!!
When: all month!
Where: around Olympia/her home, etc
Warning(s): none save for being sick!

volunteering

[ Despite being involved in the brunt of whatever detonated in the market district, Juvia still takes it upon herself to help those immediately around her. Even though her desire to find out who is directly responsible for this is strong, her need to be useful overpowers it.

While still semi functional, with no dire signs of sickness, she chooses to assist in disposal of anything contaminated. For the hour she is Alive catch her roaming around, offering to pick up slack for anyone slowing down or needing an extra hand. ]

sick leave

[ ―but it isn't long into helping with the recovery efforts that the symptoms hit her. It starts when her already clammy hands are suddenly, to be frank, clammier. Skin is paler than usual, and mouth suddenly dry. The crate of food she holds slips from her fingers and lands harshly on the floor. She thinks it's because she's not paying attention, which, is true. Juvia is still thinking about the confusion and fear that hit her during the attack.

But it's when she has to step aside because she simply can't pick up the crates anymore does she realize something is wrong. In a panic, she separates herself from the collection of people in the market district, taking off her hat only to place her hand up against her forehead. ]

Juvia.. Juvia can't tell the difference.

[ She mumbles, stopping once she's far enough by herself to check her own temperature. ]

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[ if you want to plan out something specific, or throw something at me, feel free to! my plotting comment is over here and my plurk is enoshima if you want to contact me directly c: ]

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( SPELLS ARE NOT AN ADEQUATE ANSWER, JUVIA... one of these days he's going to have a quiet crisis when he finally asks about the source of her powers and gets the vague answer of "magic". to be fair to her, in her world that was the unquestioned explanation, and in his world? things just didn't work that way. there was a clash between the two,
it was inevitable that some confusion would happen... and in the end, as much as he wants a scientific explanation for everything, in the world he's in now it just isn't this easy.

the idea that she has to consciously protect herself isn't lost on Peter. while her invulnerability sounds promising, he can't help but wonder what could happen if she wasn't prepared. he doesn't really like thinking about the answer. hopefully it never becomes a problem, and if it does? he can hope that he's there and can do something about it, though that's a very wide hope.

the small hand sliding down his chest is a little distracting, though now is not a good time for distraction. it's probably for the best that she steps back and into her own space. leave the tiny sick girl alone, Peter Parker. has he broken anything? he laughs, though there's nothing funny about it. ) Oh, sure. Ribs, mostly. Shoulder once. That was the worst one. And maybe my ankle, I dunno, how do you know if your ankle is broken? ( xrays, arguably, though he had just slept it off and even after a night he'd been able to walk on it again.

which totally and completely begs the question why are you getting so fucked up all the time, which probably means Juvia is owed a bit more honesty. Peter isn't sure how much to say, if anything, and can't help himself when he asks, ) Its just... I dunno, a part of the job. Are you sure you want to hear about this? ( his secret life, his secret abilities, she doesn't have to hear about it if she doesn't want to. )

[ rip peter thats all she got.... Science isn't really that big of a topic in her world either, so a lot of his jargon would go right over her head if he tried to give her the Scientific Explanation of his own powers. Or even his interpretation of her own powers.

She tilts her head to the side, nodding as he lists off each part of himself he's injured. Juvia is glad it isn't very long, but it does make her wonder how he wound up like that. She understands the nonchalance that comes with his words, even the laugh. She can't really blame him, since injuries are so common in Fairy Tail the lot of them tend to joke about it. ] Juvia heard a snap here, [ She bends down to pat at her the exact spot on her thigh. ] when she tried walking with her leg broken like that. I went straight to the ground. The concept must be the same, I think.

[ She had to crawl her way back to where everyone was....... Those were tough times, Juvia thinks. ]

[ But, while getting hurt is a normal concept for her, she's sure it must be different for him. After all, he did say it was part of the job.. ] I didn't know being a photographer was so difficult in your world, Peter. [ Anyone who doesn't know Juvia would probably think this is a joke. It is not. ] Juvia is sorry she thought it was all fun and games, just taking pictures of girls...!!

[ She mumbles the last part, suddenly feeling bad at her poking fun at him when they first brought it up. If, if she knew he was having such a hard time at work, she would've kept quiet! She should be lucky he's even willing to give her more details, when she was such a bully before! Her head tucks down, her inner turmoil radiating off her figure until she swings her head up. ]

Yes, I would like to hear about your work!! I would love to! [ She exclaims with her raspy throat, wanting to reassure him that everything was alright. ] Ah, but.. but Juvia has one question.

Your injuries.. Is it because of that man you take photos of? Are you two.. [ She makes a vague gesture with her hands, cheeks flushed because of what she's about to say. ] ..rough with each other??

( he could explain that a severe sprain would be difficult to walk on even without a break. he could explain to her that's not really what he meant when he said 'the job' — his photography has never been so dangerous that he got attacked over it, though there was one time Flash broke his camera for deciding to be a hero. that was pre-powers, though, and only barely related to his camera. it was really just an innocent victim in that particular scuffle.

he could even make her that tea, like he promised, because her rasp definitely indicates she could use a drink more than she could use a conversation. especially when it is that question. but it is that question, and that question renders him incapable of functioning well enough to respond to any of the rest. it almost doesn't seem real, for a moment, and he stares at her a long pace before he turns an aggravated shade of scarlet. )

I told you, we aren't... ( Juvia, HOW KINKY ARE yoU THAT mULTIPLE BROKEN BONES SOUNDS LIKE A SAFE SEXUaL RELATIONSHIP!!! Peter is mortified, and rightly so, but if you think about it he really asked for this, making a career of taking pictures of himself. ) That guy. That I take pictures of. Spider-Man. He's me. That's how I get hurt, fighting crime. Not... ( not from extremely vigorous love making.... with himself. WH Y IS THIS HAPPENINGx2

Peter can't look her in the eye after... you know, all of that, but luckily the kettle yells from the stove and he has an excuse to turn away to go get it. maybe, just maybe, but the time he turns around he can stop looking like an embarrassed lobster. )

Edited 2017-11-10 09:44 (UTC)

[ He may have told her that he wasn't, but that clearly didn't stop her from asking. But the truth is definitely a lot more than what she bargained for― really, she was steeling herself for saucy details of his romantic escapades. ] Spider-Man? [ He's never mentioned that before, so it's the first thing she repeats in her stupor. Spider-Man, who is Peter Parker, takes pictures of himself and gets hurt fighting crime.

that is...not spicy at all? ride or die kinky peter or ur not rly living ]

Huh. [ She's definitely not as embarrassed as he is, actually thinking about how.. fitting that is. It just feels like something he would do, that it wouldn't be so totally out there. Juvia can only stare at Peter as he has steadily turns into a blushing mess, and turns to give his attention to the kettle towards the other end of the kitchen. She can't blame him.. he's really rattled. Really embarrassed, even really endearing. She has to remind herself not to laugh, in fear of him running out of her home.

Well, he won't do that now, but she still can worry! ] Juvia thinks you would've fit in well with Fairy Tail. [ She lets him attend to the kettle, resting at her own spot. She only bothers saying it because, well, she really would think he'd enjoy it there. If they took in someone like Juvia, after having tried to destroy their livelihood, they definitely would've taken him in. ] We all have names like that. Either something we are given, or something we choose for ourselves.

( he's more than lacking in kinks he's lacking in romance and intimacy and the desire to have sex too he is honestly better off dead.

he may just be embarrassed enough to flee, honestly, which is sad because he'd stuck around this long, surely the idea of both rough sex and masturbation is not that alarming. for the flighty virgin, it kind of is. he's lucky that Juvia takes it easy on him, and that the revelation of his superheroics takes the heat off a little.

Fairy Tail. he remembers her mentioning it, a group (guild?) she'd been a part of back home. he's managed to get the tea steeping before he braves looking at her again. he's still red, but recovering, with the life preserver of a conversation change thrown out to save him from himself. ) That was your group back home, right? ( as for the name, Peter is still embarrassed, though at least this time it isn't because of kinky sex. ) I didn't pick it. But I flew around the city with a spider emblazoned across my back, so I was kind of asking for it.

[ it's ok.. judgement free zone here freaky or otherwise

Making eye contact is essential, she thinks, despite how red he still is. Nodding, she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. He isn't necessarily wrong when he says group, because that's technically what they are. ] Juvia didn't pick hers, either. [ She hopes that at least he feels a little comforted by that, makes him a little less jittery. ] It's my username. It rained wherever Juvia went, so that's how people knew to recognize her.

[ She doesn't immediately connect his antics to superheroes, either, mostly because there wasn't any need for them where she's from. With how open everyone was there wasn't a need for a mask unless you were especially nefarious. It takes her a moment to think as he handles the tea, a tilt of her head accompanying her question. ]

..But would you give yourself something different? If you did have a choice.

Rainwoman? ( he's texted with Juvia enough (with mildly embarrassing results, clearly!!!) to remember it without much trouble. it is simple and to the point, much like his, and she's right; the simplicity and the fact she'd been granted a moniker by the people she helped seems to help him relax a little more. truth be told, he likes Spider-Man. he wouldn't have picked it for himself, but the fact New York City had been proud enough to give him a name when he didn't provide one made him feel like the work he tried to do meant something.

so when it comes to a new name, he shakes his head. ) I like it. It's simple, but I like it. ( he probably likes it more knowing that it had been given to him. in attempts to escape his own shame, Peter hazards a distraction in the form of a smile and a joke (of course, at his own expense). ) It could be way worse. Bug Boy. Spider Menace. Just to name a few.

( truth be told, he doesn't mind bug boy... though that had more been for the sake of who used to say it. ) What about you? Would you pick another if you could?

[ She got hers when she was still a registered Villain™, so it wasn't so much helping people as intimidating them. Although those days are well behind her, names like that always tend to stick no matter where you go. But she's grown so used to it, the name becoming secondhand. Enough to use it for little things like that, like the username he (thankfully) remembers, which she confirms with a nod.

Not all too surprised with his answer, she hums. It's always nice, wondering about what could be. Although in this case she's definitely glad the public took some pity on him and didn't grace him with Bug Boy or Spider Menace. ] Spider-Man sounds better. [ Especially since she isn't sure if she'd be able to keep her big mouth shut if his name was Bug Boy. ]

..If I could? Juvia isn't sure, truthfully. [ She takes some time to focus on the ground, on a rather interesting spot, as she speaks. While there's plenty of mixed feelings about it, it's still undeniably her. ] ..I wouldn't know what to pick. It was easier accepting what people called me, since the name 'Juvia' isn't very powerful.

Yeah, no kidding. ( the city of new york was way fonder of him than his boss was, it turns out. Peter has told Juvia a little bit about that, actually; now she's totally able to call him out for taking pictures of himself for a man that hated him. that should be fun for her, if she ever decides to be brutal enough to do it. (do it, Juvia. he deserves it.)

Juvia isn't powerful? he shakes his head at that one, not looking her in the eye as he puts ice in glasses and pours the tea that may or may not be strong enough to make drinks with yet. the proof will be in the drinking, right? )

I like it. It doesn't have to be about power, you know? It's just... you. ( he gives her a glass, finally looking her in the eye and forcing himself to remember that he made this drink because the poor girl is sweating away with a fever. ) Once you finish this, you need to get some rest. Deal?

[ juvia lives to be petty but she only uses her gossip for good... with great blackmail comes great responsibility ]

You make a good point, even if Juvia is very soft. [ Not that that's.. bad. But if you're trying to make a name for yourself in the Magical World of Mages, you can't just be all squishy pudge. Which she is, with having to adapt to this new lifestyle. ]

Right. [ There's a nod of her head as she grabs the glass with one hand, with the other reaching into a drawer to fetch a straw. ] You can count on it. Once this is finished, you'll have had all the rest you need, and I will begin mine. [ Most people would find the large amount of eye contact Juvia uses off-putting, but she's only doing it to reinforce the fact he won't have to worry (a lot). ]

You can lay on the couch. It has plenty cushions to be comfortable.

It's cute! ( that's so not disproving her point, Peter, did you even try... he supposes he gets it, though. even if he was brave enough to not hedge on a secret identity, Peter Parker doesn't exactly sound like a name you'd be intimidated by. Spider-Man was bizarre, sure, yet it also was a little more impressive and mysterious than his name proper.

Peter will happily put back his tea without a straw, and is in fact already drinking his. if he'd made it too strong, then the ice is turning it into something nearly palatable. definitely unsweetened, though, and since he's like 12 he wishes he had thought to add sugar. oh well, you live and you learn, and tbh he's probably never making iced tea again, so he really didn't learn anything. story of his life.

he blinks at her as he puts it together, the ... well, it isn't an invitation. it's sort of a command. ) You want me to sleep on your couch? ( he thought the deal was relax long enough to see her settled. Peter hadn't realized he'd agreed to crashing on her couch, especially not during the middle of the day. ) I... that's... I can probably keep going another few hours, Juvia, you don't have to do that.

[ uh, she's going to pretend she isn't embarrassed by him saying (by proxy) that Juvia is cute. Her grip on the glass, however, turns iron. It even cracks a little with the sheer force she uses. It's the only way to curb the instinctive shout she'd give at registering something so endearing like that. It takes thirty seconds of solid willpower to remain quiet as he speaks, sweating because she's Born ready to jump to conclusions.

Thankfully, he's doing her a solid by keeping her grounded. She's not here to entertain her delusions, not when Peter has been acting strange even before his identity reveal. ] How will Juvia know you'll just fall asleep in a few hours? [ Her point being: she won't. The deal definitely was to relax long enough to make sure she's comfy, then leave. But she's decided for him that a nap is best.

It helps that she feels infinitely more comfortable changing her terms when she's in her own house, even if she's sweating a storm and running a fever. Juvia takes a second to stare at him, taking a sip from the mediocre (but created with love, she imagines) tea he's made, before speaking. ] Is it a bed you prefer? Rin's might be big enough for you.

( Juvia is adorable... even Peter can admit this, though perhaps to her face is a bit more than he could manage without getting slightly sheepish. luckily for both of them, and for the sake of the players involved, we don't have experience exactly how awkward that would be.

how would she know? Peter pauses to consider, though she's right and he's at a loss. he could text her when he's headed to bed, but a few lines of text aren't quite the same as knowing. she'd just have to trust him... and the trust would probably be badly placed, when he feels like he needs to keep working and keep moving or he just isn't doing enough.

actually lingering will keep him honest in a way that nothing else will. and Juvia clearly already has his number if she knows that about him already. he bites his lip, glancing at a couch that definitely seems too small for his gangly frame and trying to come up for a good excuse to not take her up on a nap. he can't think of one. ) Oh. No. The... the couch... is fine. ( even if he had thought of an excuse, agreeing to the couch over the bed would have canceled it out to begin with. she's caught him, fair and square. ) I'll lie down for a few hours, but only if you get some rest, too.

[ juvia would probably let something like that slip, on accident, and make things increasingly more awkward, on accident. there'd be immense regret, a lot of sweating, and two people being socially awkward and just embarrassing. but Thankfully, that isn't the case this time.

Especially since she's far too focused to even consider her actions to be cute, only wanting to make sure he's slept at least a little before jumping into something else. ] That's fine. [ There's a nod, fully knowing she's got him Right Where She Wants Him. She leaves her drink momentarily on the counter, already moving towards the hallway. There's some rustling on her end, a door opening, and a few minutes later she returns with blankets.

They stack high in her arms, various shades of purple and pink with lace embroideries thrown together, clearly a set she had bought rather than her roommate. She drops them on the couch nearest to him, spreading them out so he can easily tuck himself in like it were a bed. ] I will remain in her room.. [ She finally backs away from her work, around the coffee table and over to retrieve her forgotten tea. ] ..so don't leave. Juvia will know if you do.

( what foreshadowing its definitely going to happen now rip both of us

she does, she caught him hook line and sinker and there's no escaping now. or, actually, he could, especially when Juvia disappears in her room more than long enough for him to disappear. he doesn't, though, because doesn't want to upset her by leaving (a big change from the paralyzing need to flee from before) and again, a sense he doesn't want to leave anyway.

it's more comfort than he needs to pass out on her couch, to be honest. despite the fact he won't actually fit on it, when he actually lays down long enough to realize he's exhausted he will be out like a light. it's very like Juvia to want to make him feel at home anyway, though, and he's touched enough by her splay of pink and purple not to argue. )

You'd better not, because it means you won't be asleep. ( if she's putting him to bed, goddamnit, he's doing the same in return. he accepts about half of the offered blankets and pillows because he doesn't trust that she wouldn't give them all to him and leave nothing for herself. and also honestly not all of it is going to fit on the couch. especially if he's going to be on it, too. ) I'll say goodbye before I go, I promise. Now stop worrying about me and get to bed before you need to be carried there. ( he doesn't quite realize how suggestive that sounds, shockingly, he genuinely means that she's sick enough that she could just fall over. BECAUSE SHE IS. )

[ rip us it was chill while it lasted

She, truthfully, doesn't even consider the chance of him leaving as she trots off to get his blankets. Juvia has far too much faith in his word to believe that that'd happen. Which is why she is all sorts of content when she hears him give in, that verbal confirmation, as she sips at the drink he made her.

Ah, but, while he may not catch on it. Juvia definitely does. It physically burns her, how quickly her head goes in the gutter as soon as he says that. If her sweating was obnoxious before, it's absolutely hideous now. She quickly wipes at her forehead, face flushing a bright shade of red. There's a couple seconds of pure silence before she speaks, finally gathering the nerve to say something normal. ] Ju.. [ UH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ] Juvia must go! Immediately.

Goodbye.

[ She quickly walks back into the hallway to then lock herself in her room, with the drink in her hand spilling everywhere from the pure urgency of her stride. While she definitely doesn't stay to bother tucking Peter in, she sure does stop with her worrying about his health. ]

( he's lucky that he missed the worst of it, putting the nest of blankets and pillows she's foisted off on him onto the couch (loveseat. let's call a spade a spade. it's not a couch, it's too damn small). when he turns around Juvia looks extremely red, and Peter does not assume it has anything to do with the questionable thing he just said,
and is instead worried that her fever is getting worse.

he is starting to come closer to try and check her temperature when Juvia announces her needs to leave, suddenly, and then bolts to her room and even locks the door, leaving a trail of steam in her wake. it's the steam that clues him into what he said, and luckily she's not there to see him scrub hands over his face with a slight groan in the agony of his own shame.

Peter flops down on her couch to contemplate the level of disaster of the comment, and perhaps if he had more energy he'd have decided to go tell Juvia he didn't mean it, or apologize, or something equally stupid. as it is, he ends up falling asleep despite himself, which is truly the best thing for both of them. and true to his promise, when he wakes he does check in on Juvia before he goes on his way...

luckily, this time without mentioning he'd carry her to bed if she wasn't careful. )

Edited (wraps ??? ) 2017-12-12 07:58 (UTC)

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i think your tag actually made me cry ... they are the worst