February catch-all; open & closed starters

[heisenbitch]

WHO: Jesse Pinkman, various established cr & you!
WHERE: All over the place
WHEN: February catch-all!
WHAT: Post-Constellation heist, Jesse is canon + power updated, which is going to lead Jesse on a new path. (Plus some pre-canon/pre-power update Valentine's Day stuff.)
WARNINGS: Drugs, strong mentions of addiction, probable NSFW content, and general warnings that always come with Breaking Bad territory.

• • • BEFORE CANON UPDATE • • •

▸▸▸  FEB 9th; CONSTELLATION HEIST - closed to Raina

[ Jesse has no clue how he's managed to evade everyone and everything without being seen, but he's not about to stop and question it. He's in a car, peeling at top speed down the road, while the building that had been looted has sank far into the distance behind him. He's sweating like crazy, his heart hammering in his chest. His throat is dry and tight, and his hands are slippery with perspiration on the steering wheel. He keeps throwing wild glances in the rearview mirror, the side mirrors, expecting to see flashing lights squealing into view to chase him down. So far, nothing, and when he swings into the dirt drive that leads down towards the Constellation safe house, the car bumping all over the place with dust kicking up under the wheels, Jesse thinks that maybe, maybe he finally relax. Maybe. Unlikely, but maybe. His best bet, for now at least, is to take refuge in the safe house for several hours, maybe even for the night, before risking making his way back to Heropa.

Finally reaching a nondescript building among a thicket of trees, Jesse pulls up underneath a canopy of trees, hard and sharp, tyres crunching and skidding over gravel. He throws the car door open and jumps out, and hurries towards the front door, which he barges through and bashes shut behind him by slumping with panting relief against it. Eyes falling shut, Jesse sags and tries to catch his breath - and leaps away from the door in alarm when he opens them again and sees a woman in front of a computer.

Instinct has him reaching behind him to fumble for the pistol tucked into the back of his jeans, gaze wide and sharp, and he pulls the gun on her. Who the fuck are you? ]

▸▸▸  FEB 14th; VALENTINE'S DAY; HEROPA, MAURTIA FALLS & DE CHIMA - open to all

[ Jesse sits alone in a booth at a Waffle House in Heropa, an All-Star Special in front of him that's mostly untouched and going cold, while he stares out at the Valentine's Day advertisements adorning store windows across the street. Having spent most the day working at Miracle Springs, Jesse is dressed much sharper than he usual, and so maybe it seems like he's waiting for a Valentine's date to show up. Or maybe, from the fact that he's eating a meal alone and seems a pensively maudlin sight, his date has stood him up.

Later, he's drifting from bar to bar in Maurtia Falls, before moving on to Merlotte's Bar & Grill in De Chima. At every bar he winds up in, he throws back shot after shot. He's drinking enough to kill several men from alcohol poisoning, but Jesse remains stone-cold sober. The truth is, Jesse has plenty of people he could be spending Valentine's Day with - Daisy, or Beth, or a countless string of other casual flings whose numbers he has stored in his phone. It's Jane he hasn't been able to stop thinking about tonight, though. Jane… God, Jane. Most days, the guilt-filled grief that sits in the Jane-shaped hole inside him is numb, like dead nerve-endings, but sometimes… Sometimes, like tonight, he misses Jane so much, it physically hurts. When more shots are placed in front of Jesse at the bar, he throws them back one after the other, like a guy desperately trying to drown his thoughts out. At least the bars will be making a shit tonne of good money out of Jesse tonight. ]

• • • AFTER CANON UPDATE • • •

▸▸▸  FEB 22nd ONWARDS; JESSE'S NEW POWERS HULKING OUT, HEROPA - open to all

[ Stepping out of a convenience store in Heropa with a fresh pack of cigarettes in his hands, Jesse finds himself being descended upon by paparazzi photographers. Jesus, he hates the media in this place, the way they swarm like a horde of mosquitoes looking to draw blood. Jesse tries, at first, to put on a smile for the cameras, strained and barely contained with irritation, while camera flashes snap away at him. But as the photographers enclose around him more, shouting in a squabble over the top of each other to vie for Jesse's attention, a sense of claustrophobic unease starts to grip at him. Jesse's eyes dart between camera flash to camera flash, and there's something about the explosions of light that reminds him of guns being fired. Guns being fired right in people's faces. Like Jesse did to Gale. Like he almost did to Mr. White. His thoughts become a rapid, frantic scramble, sounds seeming to mute out into white noise trapped in his head, panic choking him in his throat.

Suddenly, streetlights, convenience store lights, neon store lights, all the lights around him start to crackle and hum before depowering into blackness. Energy sucks into Jesse from those lights so fierce and intense, without him meaning to, that he finds himself letting out a ferocious, almost animalistic sounding shriek. Without thinking, he throws a punch at the first thing in nearest to him him, which turns out to be a street lamp pole. The sound of metal buckling and snapping cuts through the darkness, and there's a bright shower of sparks as the pole begins toppling down like a logged tree. Metal groans and creaks, followed by an almighty clang of the pole smashing onto the road. People all around Jesse are scattering fast, shrieking in fright, and suddenly there's another humming crackle of electricity as all the lights that had powered out come flooding back on. ]

▸▸▸  FEB 24th; PORTED BACK IN... - closed to Beth

[ Jesse has been back two whole days. He doesn't remember disappearing from this place, and he can't wrap his head around the fact that he's been gone only a week when almost a month has passed back at home. A month that feels almost like a year. As utterly disconcerted and bewildered as he is at knowing he'd returned home, with time having lost all sense of meaning, he's numb to it all at the same time. He sees a long string of probably panicked messages from Beth waiting for him on his phone but he doesn't answer or even check any of them. Instead, alone in his beach house, he keeps replaying finding that ricin cigarette in his roomba over and over in his head. He keeps replaying the way he'd almost shot Mr. White dead in his own home over and over in his head. He keeps replaying in his head, over and over, the way he'd accused Mr. White of poisoning Brock, when it turned out Mr. White had nothing to do with it. Disgust at himself keeps surging up so violently within him that he keeps wanting to be sick. For that, he can't bring himself to contact Beth - or anyone else, for that matter - for a couple of days.

He knows he can't ignore Beth forever, though. She doesn't deserve that, even though she also doesn't deserve to have a piece of shit like him in her life. And so, finally, after he pulls out his phone and scrolls through all her messages, disgust at himself weighing even heavier in his gut, he decides to go and see her. Dressed in baggy jeans and a dark, drab t-shirt, he shows up on her doorstep late in the afternoon, giving her front door a reluctant and mirthless rap of his knuckles. ]

▸▸▸  MIRACLE SPRINGS - general starter for Galla, Baelish & Haen, but also open to anyone

[ A few days after being Ported back in, Jesse returns to work at Miracle Springs. On the outer, Jesse seems exactly as he's always looked - dressed in casual but smart clothes, in keeping with the luxurious yet relaxing environment of the resort, while busying himself with clients in between sorting through paperwork, financial files, and work in his office. For anyone who works with him here, like Haen, they might notice Jesse seems more reserved and withdrawn than usual. Shut away in his office more, or ducking out to the staff area to chain-smoke even more than he already does, or seeming strained whenever he smiles.

To new visitors, however, such as Galla, Baelish or anybody else who may decide to drop in to check the place out, they might catch Jesse at a time when he's not long healed somebody. Jesse heals everything here, from terminal cancer to paraplegia to lost limbs. Regenerating from healing others is a painful process for Jesse, too - if he's regenerating a lost limb, he can often be heard gasping in agony from one of the staff recovery rooms while an arm or leg slowly rebuilds itself like a creeping vine. If he's cured paraplegia, he might be seen weakly wheeling himself from one of the treatment rooms, pale and exhausted looking and grimacing in pain. If he's cured terminal cancer, he might be seen hobbling through the hall to head outside for a cigarette, thin, gaunt, looking every bit as terminal as the person he's just cured. ]

▸▸▸  FEB 22nd ONWARDS; BARS & CLUBS IN ALL CITIES - open to all, with one part closed to Darlene

OPEN TO EVERYONE (NSFW):
[ This is what happens to an addict junkie like Jesse who is desperate to escape himself but can't chemically get high anymore: He trades substance addiction for an addiction to some activity that might hijack the pleasure-rewarding centres in his brain the way drugs used to. The activity in Jesse's case: Sex. Sure, Jesse is the most sober he's ever been in his life, thanks to his regeneration powers never allowing him to get high or drunk, but forced sobriety hasn't cured the disease of addiction itself in his head. If anything, being held hostage by sobriety and a prisoner in his own body has made his disease of addiction infinitely worse.

He cruises bars and clubs late at night, looking for his next fix, even if he's already scored a fix only an hour earlier. It's not that Jesse wants a fix; he needs a fix, the same way a person dying of starvation needs food, or the same way a meth addict thinks he won't survive the night if he doesn't get just one more hit to stave off the agony of withdrawal. The self-hatred trapped inside Jesse is eating him alive like acid, and the only antidote to make existing more bearable is reckless, hedonistic pleasure to chase all that self-hatred away. With women preferably, but Jesse has long since stopped being picky about who he sleeps with. Men will do if it means getting a fix. ]

SPECIFIC TO DARLENE (NSFW):
[ Jesse finally comes across a familiar face, though, in one of the many clubs he trawls through. What had quickly started as making out at the bar rapidly progressed to Jesse taking Darlene's hand and leading her out the club to his car. Reckless driving, loud pounding music, the night breeze slicing through the rolled down windows, and this is how they wind up back at Jesse's beach house. Thanks to the cloak of blood magic protecting his house, it seems like nothing impressive or even remotely noticeable when approaching it from the long, deserted road that winds along the Cape Canaveral coastline. Might seem like a rundown, abandoned shack left forgotten on the sand dunes. It's when Jesse pulls into the driveway, passing the barrier of magic, that the house suddenly reveals itself for what it really is.

And so, here they are, in Jesse's house, seemingly miles away from all civilisation, with all kinds of drugs and booze at their disposal. Coke, pot, molly, whatever Darlene might want to juice up on. The subject of the Porter or the botched-up heist hadn't come up between them yet, fucking having taken up their time over the last couple of hours. It's inevitable that it's going to, of course, and why hold off talking about it any longer? Dubstep blares from Jesse's huge sound system in his living room while he's lounging naked in his hot tub, rolling a joint. ]

So. [ Casual as anything. He pauses to lick along the sticky tab of the cigarette paper. ] How long were you in the Constellation for, then?

Comments

Bar and Grill

[morethan084]

[It's later in the evening during Valentines Day and the place is unsurprisingly busy. Between the couples who liked a more chill vibe, and the singles looking to get wasted and possibly find someone to spend the night with Daisy really hasn't had a chance to breathe.

Setting a napkin down in front of the person who had just sat down at the end of the bar, Daisy speaks up before actually looking at them.]

What can I get for you?

[Oh.

Daisy smiles a bit more genuinely now.]

Hey. Didn't expect to see you here.

[heisenbitch]

Yeah, get me a few—

[ Looking down at his wallet to pull money out, he pauses mid-sentence to look up quickly at... Oh. Wow. It's Daisy. His eyebrows shoot up. ]

Oh, hey. Wow. Didn't realise you were working tonight.

[morethan084]

[Daisy shrugs at his assumption.]

Someone has to.

[She was actually covering someones shift.]

Sorry, what did you say you wanted?

FEB 22nd - Jesse's New Powers

[killtime]

[ There's a small irony to all this — Andy had been in the very same convenient store, not a few minutes before, purchasing the exact same brand of cigarettes. And as she lingered ahead a short ways from where the veritable herd of paparazzis would momentarily gather, she was thinking to herself how strangely ordinary this alternate universe is. A few weeks ago, when she was Ported in for the first time, she'd been expecting something... More. But aside from the annoying fact that the people in around charge here seem to know every one of her painstakingly-kept secrets, she'd been largely undisturbed after the initial transition. It's been quiet, to the point of making her restless. The chain-smoking and drinking has exponentially increased. She's been half-wishing something would happen, just to give her a chance to flex that itchy trigger finger.

Well, people always tell cautionary tales about wishes.

Andy only just takes a first deep drag off her fresh cigarette when the lights nearby go dark. Then there's that noise — inhuman, primal — and the awful creak of failing metal before the lamp pole comes crashing down. The instincts of an old soldier kick in, putting her into motion — a half-second too late to spare her the inconvenience of having her ankle crushed under the collapsed pole. ]

Fuck! [ She's lost her cigarette too. Of course she has. ] Zeus's scabrous cock.

[ She's going to be pissed if someone sees — ]

[heisenbitch]

[ The paparazzi have backed right the fuck away, at least. They're still snapping photos, though, of the commotion now happening. Of Jesse standing there, staring at the bent, toppled over streetlamp in stunned dismay. Of passers by scrambling for safety with shouts of fright. Of the streetlamp itself, lying diagonal across the road, sparks spitting out from the torn electrical wires exposed in the torn gash of metal where Jesse had punched the pole. Jesse numbly looks down at his fist, notices the bruise that's rapidly melting away into nothingness on his knuckles. The world comes slowly back into the focus, the white noise dimming to allow the sounds of the street all around him to flood back into the present. He looks around him, bewildered, like he'd forgotten altogether that he was even standing here. His pack of fresh pack of smokes is crumpled and crushed in his other hand. And god, he realises: God, he's exhausted.

His gaze landing on the girl with her foot trapped under the pole is what forces all of Jesse's senses to snap back to reality. Eyes widening, he lurches forward, gasping in horror, and he crouches down to try and pry the pole off her foot with trembling hands. He's his usual weak self, if not far weaker right now, so he lets out a strain and a grunt and as desperate noise of panic. ]

Shit. Shit. I'm— [ Eyes landing on the girl. ] Shit, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I didn't— [ He swings a wild glance around him, and he shouts furiously at the assholes still snapping away with their cameras: ] Fucking do something insteada just standing there, you fucks!

[ Which... causes the lights all around him to flicker and dim again. Energy leaking into him again. And he realises with perplexed relief that somehow, somehow, the next tug on the streetlamp on the girl's foot is easy, like he's simply lifting a piece of foam?? Well, fuck, he doesn't question it right in that moment; he launches the pole off her, sending it clanking with deafening resonation onto the road, before he collapses in exhaustion as the lights all around them flicker back on. ]

[killtime]

[ The pressing concern occupying Andy's mind at that moment is probably not the one a person might expect. She couldn't care less if the lamp post crushed her head, honestly — it's the aftermath that has her worried. Sure, the government might have a handy little file filled with all her special quirks, but her incredible regenerative ability is a secret she's kept for thousands of years. Like hell she's going to spread it around now. The last thing she wants is for all these witnesses and cameras to notice how fast that shattered ankle is about to heal.

And this guy — the one drawing all the damn attention — what's the deal anyway? She gets it, every imPort has super-powers, yadda yadda, but one second he's struggling, and the next, he's making that heavy pole look like it weighs about as much as a toothpick — all right before he promptly collapses beside her, just in time for the lights to come back on. It's a mess. Even more of a mess than usual.

Well. Best leave before everyone gets themselves oriented enough to start taking pictures again. ]

Hey. You. [ Andy gets herself onto her hands and knees through gritted teeth, enough to get an arm around that stranger so she can haul them both up. Her ankle practically screams in protest, but she's had worse — it's not so bad that she can't stagger her way towards a nearby alley that might make for a decent escape route. ] We gotta go.

[littlemissfutility]

[jesse!!!!
welcome back!!!!!!!!!!!

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what's up???? we can hang out whenever you want

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are you okay???????

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you remember me right????
if you don't it's okay just lmk and i'll leave you alone

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we don't have to hang out just tell me you're all right okay????

She gives up after about a day. Any more texts than the one's she already sent will seem desperate--okay, more desperate. She maybe got a little too intense there, considering that he might not remember her at all, but she has to know. She's missed him.

Another day goes by, and then she's in the middle of another, just home from a photoshoot. (How crazy is that? A photoshoot. Her agent thought it'd be a good idea for her to have promotional photos.) She's still in the flawless makeup, way better than she ever does on her own, but with a slouchy turtleneck sweater instead of the fashionable stuff they'd put her in. When there's a knock at the door, she assumes it's a package, or maybe a friend dropping by.

Her stomach drops when she opens the door and finds Jesse Pinkman. He looks basically the same as when he left, but that look on his face...

She stares at him for a moment, mouth opening just a little, and then she takes the step forward necessary to wrap him up in her arms.]

[heisenbitch]

[ Jesse's mouth pulls into a guilty little smile at the way she's standing there, gaping up at him. All those text messages she left him... He knows it looks like he just up and abandoned her, pretended she didn't exist for the last week. When she steps in to him with her arm winding around him, Jesse shuts his eyes. He doesn't deserve her concern, or her hugs. For a moment it seems he might not return her hug, the way he just stands there. But then, he wraps his arms around her with an apologetically tight squeeze, resting his chin and his lips against her shoulder. He murmurs against it, eyes still shut: ]

I'm sorry.

[littlemissfutility]

You didn't ask to get sent home.

[It's that easy--he was gone, that kind of gone, and it doesn't sound like it was a good time. Jesse wears all his emotions on his sleeve, and he's nowhere near I'm back, yo, let's get a pizza.

For a long moment, she holds him, silent, and lets him cling to her out there on the front stoop. Eventually, though, she pulls back, looking up at him with a tentative little smile. A joke's either going to go really well or really...well, not.]

So you still remember me?

Miracle Springs

[lastofthebog]

[ It's midday when Galla arrives, the sun high over head and lending a pleasant warmth to the day. She's still not entirely sure what to expect from Jesse's business. She has an idea of it, to be sure, but everything in this modern era is so far beyond any of her expectations that she tries not to have any.

Certainly she couldn't have expected to arrive in time to fine Jesse drained from one of his healing sessions, looking nothing like the energetic (if cagey) young man she'd met not long ago. It's disarming; enough to quicken her pace as she approaches him, face pinched in concern. ]

Are you alright?

[heisenbitch]

[ Jesse is like an old man, the way he staggers to a stop and looks over at the person approaching him. Oh. Galla. Jeez, what timing. His expensive suit hangs off him like he's a skeleton. His bones are brittle. The smile he manages to give her is washed out and exhausted, and his voice is a raspy croak when he responds, his lungs rattling with fluid: ]

Yeah. I'm fine. Looks worse than it is.

Feb 9th!

[flowerette]

[ Raina had been wrought with tension the entire day. Something didn't feel right. Something wasn't right. The terrible thing about being a clairvoyant is sometimes those visions could be elusive while other times, they showed in perfect HD clarity. So the entire day, she simply suffered from a 'bad feeling,' and only when Raina was in the middle of her work, did that uneasy feeling became a full, convulsive vision. Dooku's fall. The rest of Constellation tumbling thereafter.

And by the time she saw what was going to happen, it was far too late to stop it. The team had gone. They were likely already in the middle of battle. So she got in her car and headed to the safe house without a single word to Chilton. There was no time to waste.

It was there that she hovered over the laptop, watching the tracked movements of her Centipede soldiers. And one by one as the fighting intensified, she pulled the plug on them -- detonating them on the field. All of her hard work going up in fire and smoke.

Once there were no more left, she began the long process of extracting all of her information -- backing the files up onto a flash drive and erasing them completely as she went.

Jesse's arrival was alarming. And even moreso when he pulled the gun on her. Raina didn't even lift her hands from the computer because she was too initially surprised to move. But after a moment, she furrowed a brow. ]

How did you get away? Where is Dooku?

[ Was he about to stumble in the door behind Jesse? Raina's eyes veer past him to look for the Count, hopeful Dooku would be able to escape what fate had in store for him. But it seemed like even he couldn't cheat destiny. ]

[heisenbitch]

[ Jesse isn't lowering the gun. Adrenalin makes his hand tremble while he keeps it trained on the woman and edges carefully closer a couple of steps. Who knows what kind of superpower this woman has, after all. Sure, Jesse can heal rapidly from anything and everything, barring death, but he's not taking any chances. ]

How the hell should I know. [ About Dooku, that is. Doesn't matter how he got away. Pointedly thrusting the gun at her. ] Who the hell're you?

feb 14th | maurtia falls

[hardedged]

[ while jesse may look sharp, jess resembles the exact opposite. despite the special occasion, she can't bring herself to care. her trademark leather jacket is wrinkled, and the same can be said for the rest of her outfit. she looks like shit, more than usual — dark circles beneath her eyes, strands of hair not staying still, and the stench of cheap booze on her clothes.

trish has returned home, and while the revelation brought jess a sense of joy, her chest also aches with anguish. she misses her best — and well, only friend, which means that there's nothing else to do except get wasted. healthy life choices, jessica jones style. ]

Make it a double.

[ she mumbles, after draining yet another glass of bourbon with a low sigh. ]

[heisenbitch]

[ Jesse has only just slid onto the stool at the corner end of the bar. He signals to the barkeep and orders a round of six shots of vodka for himself, and for the shots to keep coming, and it's while he's glancing around the bar as he waits for his order to be delivered that his eyes land on Jessica. He stares at her. He hasn't seen Jessica in a while, not since before Christmas. He's been trying to do the right thing by her, by Jane, by staying away. His heart wrenches in his chest at the sight of her tonight, though, and he hesitates for only a few seconds before he's slipping off the stool to head around where she's seated.

He slides onto the seat next to her just as she's ordering another double. He's whipping his wallet out, and he adds to the barkeep: ]

Make it two. Along with the rest of 'em.

[ The shots, that is. He tosses the barkeep money plus a tip, then he's tucking his wallet into his back pocket. He turns his attention on Jessica, and he stretches out a hand to rest it on the back of her seat. God, she looks terrible. Pale and haggard. ]

Hey. Been a while.

[nastygram]

[Darlene has her back to Jesse. Her elbows are hooked on the side of the hot tub, keeping her head above the water and her hands free. Her hair is tied in a knot on top of her head, but a strand has slipped free and is plastered, wet, to her bare back.

Fingers wiped dry on her discarded shirt, she's busy sectioning off a line of coke on the back of a book. Not as 70s disco fantasy glamorous as a mirror, maybe, but you take what you can get. And Jesse can get a lot. Not just Darlene, and check that one off the easy list. He can get a lot of stuff, too. This house, for one, which looks like the ultimate shore house, the kind of house Darlene might consider squatting in, except he apparently owns in.

Clubbing was fun, the drive was fun, hooking up was fun, and the afterparty is fun, but Darlene's hands still as she makes sense of the question. She grabs her glass and takes a mouthful of vodka and club soda before she answers.]

I wasn't with those dicks. Not like you're thinking. I was, [and this is half a lie she has used, often enough that there's a twist of humor to it,] freelance.

[She smirks over her shoulder at him before she turns away again, throws another sip down her throat and goes back to sectioning out her line.]

Most guys go for, you were so good, baby. Gotta say, it is weirdly turning me on that you would do the semi-criminal organization membership angle, but you are a founding member or whatever, so I guess I shouldn't be too surprised. Are you sad?

[heisenbitch]

[ Freelance? Huh, thinks Jesse, as he looks at Darlene while tapering the joint off with a slide of his finger along the seal. As she turns away to toss back the last of her drink, Jesse pushes away from the corner of the tub. He wades up behind her, bare chest meeting her bare back, and he skims his lips along her naked shoulder up towards her neck as she chops up her line of nose candy. Jesse is smirking a little. He can't help it; he likes her style, right down to her blunt, sarcastic demeanour. ]

Hm, depends. [ Murmured against her skin. ] Are you calling me a dick? Being an apparent founding member and all?

[ He reaches his hand around to present the rolled joint to her, if she wants it. ]

February 14th

[plasticbow]

[Normally, Hearth isn't terribly impressed by drinking-- Well, that's not to say that he's exactly impressed right now, either, just...kind of shocked. After what seems like at least twelve shots and not the faintest hint of alcohol poisoning, Hearth finally lets more than just his bewildered expression from down the bar do the talking.

[He walks up to Jesse, tapping him lightly on the shoulder, and then signing:] You. O-K?

[Please don't let this guy puke on his scarf or die in his lap or something.]

((Ooc: Projection powers allow Hearth to be understood even without knowledge of ASL!))

[heisenbitch]

[ Thumping the empty shot glass down, Jesse is signalling to the barkeep with one hand while digging his other hand in his pocket. He swings a quick glance over his shoulder at the person tapping him to attention, and... Man, that's weird. He peers quizzically at the sign language, while hearing what's been said loud and clear in his head. Huh. He cocks an eyebrow up at the dude's face. ]

Yeah? Why wouldn't I be? [ ...Oh, but. Is this guy deaf? Jesse starts gesticulating with somewhat clueless theatrical charades as he repeats slowly: ] Uh...

[ Theatrical questioning shrug with his hands: ] Why... [ ...Those shrugging hands weighing against each other like balancing scales: ] ...wouldn't... [ Pointing to himself: ] I... [ ...how to sign 'be? He ends up just emphatically saying: ] Be?

14th

[h2no]

[jesse's view is going to be obscured very soon. by something big and purple.

crobat doesn't fly into the window, but it's tall enough to just. sit in front of it. it stares back at jesse, slowly raising a wing to knock on the widow at him.

he might hear the low croooo on the other side.]

[heisenbitch]

[ Jesse is looking down at his plate, stabbing his fork in idle listness at his now cold eggs. With a low, long sigh, cheeks puffing out, his fork makes a clinking sound as he drops it onto his plate and he throws a quick glance towards the window at seeing a shadow looming across it out of the corner of his eye.

He startles. Jesus. Crobat, you goddamn asshole. Drawing in another breath to calm his surprise, he gives the bat a momentary exasperated look. But that relents into a wry tweak of his mouth. After all, he does like Crobat. So, for that, Jesse lifts a hand to give the bat a small wave. Hey, man. ]

Miracle Springs - Office

[alcheregis]

[ Haen always tries to keep an eye on Jesse, who's always had self-destruct written on him to anyone who's seen him when he's not around many people. It's not just for the money that she stays working at Miracle Springs, even while she takes on more demanding obligations elsewhere. She knocks on the door frame with one hand, the other bearing a cup of coffee for him. ]

I'd suggest sleep, but somehow I think you'd probably ignore me.

[heisenbitch]

[ Jesse is, in fact, taking a nap. Except it's not actually a nap nap. More like a "I'm still recovering from that paralysed guy I healed an hour ago and I'm fucking exhausted" kind of nap. Slouched back in his office chair, paperwork in front of him, eyes shut, he cracks an eye open to peer at Haen. He's very alert and awake despite his weariness. Seeing her with a cup of coffee for him has his mouth tipping up with the smallest of grateful smiles, though. ]

Bit pointless sleeping when you don't actually sleep, ain't it?

Maurtia Falls - dive bar (Feb 23rd)

[cleptes]

[ There was a new wine bar opening in De Chima that Bela wanted to go to, but she is in Maurtia Falls instead, taking up residence in one of her usual haunts. Bela's view of the city has vastly changed in recent months and she was still considering pulling her business out of it entirely and moving to De Chima. A move which carried some risks of course, but she’s confident in her ability to make it work.

She isn't thinking about those plans right now though. She's here to relax and unwind, knock back a few shots until closing time. The beautiful thing about being your own boss was setting your own hours and choosing to not open the store on the following day because of a hangover.

Until she spots Jesse, Bela hasn't seen any familiar faces in tonight. Picking up two shots, Bela saunters over and places one of them down in front of him. ]

I am having a severe case of déjà vu here. [ Said with a grin. ] Hey.

Feb 22nd A bar in Nonah

[stretchy_girl]

[Having finished a day's work at the Laffs and Gaffes Improv School, Gemini's decided to check out the city night life, partly for a change and partly because no matter what she does she can't seem to get to sleep at night. Settling in while having to relearn everything she'd forgotten has been very hard, but Gemini's not a quitter and is determined to stay on top of her condition, if she's got to live with no memories beyond a week ago then she's going to just have to adapt!

In the meantime she's pitched up at a local bar, having bought herself a nice woolly winter ensemble; white patterned hat, scarf, yellow turtleneck sweater and red tartan coat. It's an eclectic ensemble finished up by Dior inspired boots and strange skin-tight blue gloves that she wears and doesn't seem too keen for people to see. Yes she's attracting some attention from the regulars, standing out as she does in the male filled bar, but Gemini's not paying any attention, she's much more interested in ordering drink after drink. She wants to experience getting drunk, she doesn't remember it before and if it's as fun as people on the interwebs say it is she wants to try it! It seems though that there's a problem.]

Shouldn't I be drunk by now? [She wonders out loud, picking up her glass and peering at it speculatively.]