open | now I’m not going anywhere and I don’t know what I’ll do

[hardedged]

WHO: Jessica Jones and You
WHERE: Maurtia Falls and Elsewhere!
WHEN: Early July
WHAT: How to shove a misanthropic character into social situations (aka — a catch-all log)
WARNINGS: Swearing, violence, alcoholism, and Jess being an asshole. Will update with more if necessary. As always, please see here for more details about her canon.



one | maurtia falls

[ it starts out as an ordinary afternoon. jessica jones, the epitome of elegance, heading home from the liquor store. it's the middle of the day, sure, but alcoholism is a twenty-four hour gig. she's waiting to cross the street when the unthinkable suddenly happens.

a young man is mugged at gunpoint by three assailants, and while jess is no hero, she can't simply stand there and watch. her body runs on pure adrenaline and instinct. stepping forward, she reaches for the weapon and swings her fist at the asshole holding it. once he's disarmed, she knocks him to the ground unconscious, while his two companions stare in momentary shock. jessica turns her head, taking advantage of their surprise to address their victim. ]

Get out! [ for a few seconds, the man hesitates, debating if he should depart. ] Goddammit, I said go!

[ her frightening demeanor is all the encouragement he needs. with a frantic nod, he dashes off in the opposite direction, leaving her to fend for herself. fortunately, jess is formidable enough to handle the challenge, but well, perhaps fate is feeling generous enough to lend her a hand. ]

two | anywhere else

[ jess has never been much of a traveler. she's roamed place to place before, but never far. just enough to stay hidden. off the radar for a while, which is why most of the time, she can be found in her apartment in maurtia falls. however, certain cases demand her attention, and wherever work calls, she follows. it's all part of the job when you're a private investigator.

there's no limit to where she'll head for a potential lead — trailing a target through busy crowds, breaking into a stranger's home, even dressing up in a disguise to acquire information. and of course, no matter where she ends up, jessica jones always squeezes a visit to the local bar into her schedule. nothing quite beats public intoxication, not for a self-loathing piece of shit like her. ]

three | bonus round 🎆 july 4th edition

[ she once thought nothing could be more humiliating than the giant sandwich costume she wore, years ago, to pay the bills. well, jessica jones was wrong. thanks to her crapass luck, she somehow finds herself dressed as a goddamn hot dog, which is no less mortifying. the shit she does for her cases.

standing near a corner, as food stands are set up in preparation for a parade, jess looks around while trying (yet unfortunately failing) to stay in character. ]

Hot dogs. [ she mutters, her voice void of enthusiasm. ] Get your freakin’ hot dogs here.

Comments

one

[the_caped_crusader]

[There's a dull pounding of heavy fists behind her back, and a distinct sound of gasps and groans before two bodies hit the ground. When she turns, she'll see Batman hunched over them menacingly with his cape enlarged by the shadows around him.]

[hardedged]

[ somehow, even in the light of day, batman manages to look ominous. her heartbeat accelerates from the rush of adrenaline from earlier, only worsened by his sudden arrival. however, after a deep breath, she starts to calm down. ]

Jesus. [ her eyes widen, then narrow. she can hardly believe what she's seeing. some prick in a bat costume. then again, that's the norm around here, isn't it? ] Who the hell are you?

[the_caped_crusader]

[He turns his head towards Jessica, like some sort of primordidal lich, the slits of his white eyes cutting through the darkness at her.]

Batman.

one, duh

[disguarded]

[Oh no! What's that behind you, Jess?! Is it another attacker sneaking up to--

Oh. No. It's just Twice, being a creeper and slowly walking over with a look of mild curiosity on her face.]

[hardedged]

[ jesus christ. noticing a sudden presence behind her, jess twists her head. once she realizes who it is, she huffs a breath of relief. not another asshole. scratch that. it is another asshole, but at least it's not one that's about to attack her. ]

It's you. Again.

[ jessica's eyes shift from twice to the two assailants, who begin to regain their composure. out of instinct, she steps forward, shielding the other woman from them. ]

Can I take a rain check on the creepy stalker shit? I'm a little busy.

3.

[arsiento]

[ Diablo, like many people, can appreciate a good parade (even if he doesn't necessarily show it), although the 4th of July is perhaps an exception-- he really doesn't care for Independence Day, although it's not so much a hatred as it is an aggressive apathy.

Still, he has nothing else to do today, and it's been a while since he's actually seen a parade in person. It's kind of uncomfortably bittersweet more than pleasant, though, which is why instead of hanging around on the sidelines with the crowds he heads in Jess's direction to get a bite to eat.

Maybe it's rude, but he just stares at her with blank judgement for a few seconds before scoffing slightly in amusement. ]

Hope that ain't supposed to be your superhero costume or something.

[hardedged]

[ they have so much in common. jess has never cared much for the holiday either, and due to her current predicament, her aggressive apathy is perhaps palpable right now.

and then, the cherry on top comes from a stranger, who offers such a helpful comment. well, maybe not a stranger. after a moment, jess narrows her gaze in faint recognition. although it's been a while since they've spoken, she would recall those tattoos anywhere. ]

I've seen worse. [ she offers a dry snort, her thoughts flashing back to trish's costume for her. god, that was awful. ] Trust me.

two

[carbonfrozen]

[Han has done a lot of things, in his time as a ship captain and then as a taxi driver, and it takes a lot for something to be new to him. This? This is maybe one of them—scratch that, it is one of them, he's never helped a surly private eye with her inquiries before, and unfortunately for Jessica, today is not a great day for either of them. For one thing, Han's taxi broke down.

Again.]

Yeah, what can I help you with? [says the guy currently fixing up his car engine on the side of a road.] Whatever it is, it better be quick.

[hardedged]

[ it doesn't take much for jessica jones to act like a grumpy asshole. it's her default mood nearly all of the time, and beyond that, the heat and humidity are taking their toll. wearing a leather jacket in the middle of summer probably doesn't help. ]

Well, I was gonna ask for a ride. [ her brow lifts, and a low scoff escapes her throat. ] But clearly that's out.

one

[ghoulking]

[ Kaneki is no hero, by no means. Neither a vigilante or someone who is looking for a fight or to help others out. But when he sees someone in trouble, it's hard to ignore it. The ghoul watches a scared man running away from a street alley, and out of curiosity he decides to peek inside to find two against one.

He almost considers not getting involved and just watch for now - not everyone likes other people meddling - but he gives in to his instincts and Kaneki decides to step into the fight as well.

He is... short and honestly has a baby face, so he's hardly menacing at first. But in fact, Kaneki isn't human and a couple of thugs are the easiest thing in the world for him to handle. ] Two against one is pretty unfair. Need a hand?

[hardedged]

[ jess catches a glimpse of the sudden arrival, and frankly, she's unimpressed. he looks way too young to participate in any sort of brawl, and while jessica knows more than anyone how appearances can be deceiving, there's no time to waste. ]

What? No. [ her response is blunt and sharp. ] I got this, kid.

two

[candor1]

[ooc: any reason she might duck into a dojo? (TLDR info) To shake a tail or avoid looking like one or by mistake or any other reason? (Or thinking it's a bar but…?) Also in Maurtia Falls!
…Random silly reason: if she's looking for someone named Joan, Jane, Cash, Ravi, Andy, those are some of the names the owners of the grocery shop next door (being wrong on purpose) call the dojo owners, so they could send her over…?]

[hardedged]

[ i'm good with any of those ideas! feel free to pick your preference! ]

three

[darted]

[ Mai is infinitely amused at the hot dog costumed antics, but her mouth just twists into a tight smile. ]

How were you convinced to end up in that?! [ Mai's been bullied into doing sad things before like cleaning up bear poop, but at least her humiliation wasn't visible to everyone on a public holiday. That's just not a good look. ]

[hardedged]

[ r.i.p. her dignity. truth be told, it's surprising that jessica jones has any left. ]

Lady, I asked if you want a hot dog. Not if you wanna be an asshole.

[magnitudes]

( Officer Sarissa Theron, just barely emerging from spending weeks in a sea of traffic violations.

She's still in her three month probationary period to make sure she doesn't screw anything up, and she's been making it count. Helps, probably, that she's been a foul enough mood that she's not really been eager to socialise outside of work; life has been a cycle of work, renovating at home, hanging out with piglets, and getting whatever people needed done done.

It's less fun to be at the tail end of her shift on the fourth of July, and realise that she can see a law being broken, and by someone she knows, no less. Christ. )

Not even gonna bother with a paper bag?

( She's in uniform a little longer - soon she can be like a fancy detective and mix it up a little. )

[hardedged]

[ she's a piece of shit. that's what it always comes down to, at the end of the day. no matter how much she hopes otherwise, jessica jones brings torment and destruction. it's inevitable, which is why she firmly believes it's better to be alone. safer, in fact, for everyone involved.

her eyes widen at sarissa's arrival, but once the momentary shock fades, jess acts like nothing is amiss. like the past few months never happened. like they haven't become strangers by now. ]

Left it at the store. [ her speech is a bit slurred, compliments of the alcohol she consumed. jessica glances over the other woman's uniform and scoffs. ] Officer.

three

[am_i_a_monster]

[Abigail stops in her tracks when she sees the costume. Due to the horrors of her past, seeing a person dressed as food is extremely unappetizing. It's almost enough to make her ill. Definitely no hot dog for her today. She's aware that she's staring and doesn't want to perceived as one of those annoying import fans, or worse - as a threat to anyone. She walks over closer]

Hi. Are you okay in that? Do you have water?

[That has to be a good cover. It is July. And it's better than admitting that the costume was giving her flashbacks of her cannibal dad.]

[hardedged]

[ jess tilts her head, acknowledging the young girl when she approaches. she caught her staring earlier, though she brushes off her suspicion easily enough once she hears abigail's concern. ]

Hey. [ she's never been much for small talk, and while she has no qualms over being rude to strangers, she's not always an asshole. besides, she still has a cover to maintain. ] I'm fine. You, uh, want a hot dog?

2

[heckblazer]

[ Apparently, the world of imPorts who are alcoholics is a small one.

It's not hard for even the less discriminating of booze-hounds to pick out which bars are actually worth their time, so unfortunately, Jess is bound to run into John again. Like a terrible and intoxicated fairy godfather, this one.

He plunks down in the seat across from her. This bar has pool tables, which means enough shouty assholes who draw attention to themselves, which means nobody will overhear you if you're having a more private chat.

John chooses not to think about their last outing, where he was blizted and rambled about how everyone he cared about ended up dead or permanently and profoundly scarred. His current swagger is miles away from that hot mess of sadness and desperately needing friendship.

He knows, of course, that drinks are on him for the trouble. ]

Hullo, stranger. The shots here are rubbish, but it looks like the people ain't bad.

[hardedged]

[ the alcoholics that drink together, stay together. or something. jess catches a glimpse of him from her peripheral vision, and she instantly groans. she doesn't know how the hell she should define their relationship, if you can even call it that.

he's an annoying asshole who buys her booze and feels compelled to bother her, for some reason. misery loves company, that's her best guess. any shred of sympathy she displayed during their last encounter is carefully concealed behind a grimace. ]

Speak for yourself.

[ everyone in his bar looks like a prick to her. including him. she's counting herself as well, of course. ]

lets go with 3!

[deadsmizing]

[Man, food! Do you all remember food?? How weird was that back in the day?

Oh, right. Hi, Jess. There is a very pale teenager who actually did purchase a hot dog (hard to tell if the suit helped make the sale, sorry), but she's just sort of staring at it curiously instead of eating it.]

Were these ever good?

[hardedged]

[ the suit definitely made the sale. don't pretend otherwise. jess blinks in response, glancing over at her new customer. her shoulders lift in a casual shrug. ]

Probably should've asked that before you bought it.

STROLLS IN LATE WITH SBUX

[khajidont]

Yoink!

[ It's a bird! It's a plane!

It's a dumbass in a beetle costume! Jaime flutters down from above and simply plucks the gun out of one of the would-be criminals' hands. He swears loudly and jumps up to try and grab it back, but Jaime simply flies a little higher, just out of reach, and eventually sighs and crumples the gun in the palms of his hands. ]

Here, you can have it back now. [ He drops it to the ground where it lies flat and useless to anyone. With everyone disarmed, Jaime just waves at Jessica. She seemed to have it under control, but why risk it with guns involved? ]

Hi.

NEVER TOO LATE

[hardedged]

[ jesus christ. a goddamn beetle just swooped in to save her. what the hell is her life. jess stands there, dumbfounded for a moment, and then furrows her brow. ]

Another one. [ first batman, and now what — bugman? with an exasperated exhale, she glares at him. ] I've got it covered, asshole.