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APRIL CATCH-ALL; Mostly the view is beautiful
WHO: Jughead Jones and YOU
WHERE: Mostly Maurtia Falls, but also other places
WHEN: Throughout April
WHAT: A lot of stuff, mostly mundane!
WARNINGS: Riverdale nonsense, teens being teens. See individual threads for individual warnings.
Prompts under the cut, hit me up at
reveillez if you want me to write up a starter
01 - So in this room separated from the world
[ Annabeth hooking him up with a job at the library probably ranks as the third best thing to happen since he arrived. It's quiet, solitary work and between the shelving and cataloguing he has more time to work on his own projects than he knows what to do with. So what if he has to answer a question every now and then, or dig out some forgotten text book from storage if it means spending hours browsing the psychology section, digging out every book he can find on serial killers and then taking ample notes during whatever downtime he finds himself with. Research for a fun project, sure, but also a way to dull down the homesickness a touch — this is basically what he did back in Riverdale, only he didn't get a paycheck for it.
He can be found among the shelves, or at the check-out desk, engrossed in something gross. ]
02 - I'd sell you my own values for the sake of others
[ The last couple of years, Jughead probably spent more time in Pop's Chocklit Shoppe than anywhere else and although that particular diner is out of reach, everything else stays the same. He'll settle in at a booth after work with a cup of never-cooling coffee and his laptop, typing away until well into the night. This is when he does his best work, when everyone else has gone home to their normal lives with their normal problems. Maybe he doesn't have a school paper to write for or the half-written novel on Jason Blossom's murder, but there are other things. Other novels. Other stories. ]
03 - So hold this glass cos' it keeps cutting me
[ Some things never change but one thing has absolutely changed in the past couple of months - he never had powers back home. Practicing at the Meadows was a good idea in theory but an awkward plan in practice and so he's resorted to mostly empty parking lots around Maurtia Falls. He'll set out whenever he's got some spare time, lining up water bottles and taking notes on how many he can keep a certain color for how long, if he can switch it up, where his limits lie. Eventually he should move on to something bigger, perhaps, but for now bottles are fine. It's not like this power is good for much, anyway. Not saving the world any day soon.
Curious onlookers are welcome to join him or just ask what the heck he's up to out here on his own. ]
WHERE: Mostly Maurtia Falls, but also other places
WHEN: Throughout April
WHAT: A lot of stuff, mostly mundane!
WARNINGS: Riverdale nonsense, teens being teens. See individual threads for individual warnings.
Prompts under the cut, hit me up at
01 - So in this room separated from the world
[ Annabeth hooking him up with a job at the library probably ranks as the third best thing to happen since he arrived. It's quiet, solitary work and between the shelving and cataloguing he has more time to work on his own projects than he knows what to do with. So what if he has to answer a question every now and then, or dig out some forgotten text book from storage if it means spending hours browsing the psychology section, digging out every book he can find on serial killers and then taking ample notes during whatever downtime he finds himself with. Research for a fun project, sure, but also a way to dull down the homesickness a touch — this is basically what he did back in Riverdale, only he didn't get a paycheck for it.
He can be found among the shelves, or at the check-out desk, engrossed in something gross. ]
02 - I'd sell you my own values for the sake of others
[ The last couple of years, Jughead probably spent more time in Pop's Chocklit Shoppe than anywhere else and although that particular diner is out of reach, everything else stays the same. He'll settle in at a booth after work with a cup of never-cooling coffee and his laptop, typing away until well into the night. This is when he does his best work, when everyone else has gone home to their normal lives with their normal problems. Maybe he doesn't have a school paper to write for or the half-written novel on Jason Blossom's murder, but there are other things. Other novels. Other stories. ]
03 - So hold this glass cos' it keeps cutting me
[ Some things never change but one thing has absolutely changed in the past couple of months - he never had powers back home. Practicing at the Meadows was a good idea in theory but an awkward plan in practice and so he's resorted to mostly empty parking lots around Maurtia Falls. He'll set out whenever he's got some spare time, lining up water bottles and taking notes on how many he can keep a certain color for how long, if he can switch it up, where his limits lie. Eventually he should move on to something bigger, perhaps, but for now bottles are fine. It's not like this power is good for much, anyway. Not saving the world any day soon.
Curious onlookers are welcome to join him or just ask what the heck he's up to out here on his own. ]
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I'm Percy, by the way. I think I skipped that.
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Jughead casts a quick glance around before accepting the bag with a thanks, sneaking it behind the counter like something much more illegal is happening than greasy food in a library. He doesn't care too much about rules, but he'd also like to keep this job he kind of likes. Compromises must be made. ]
Jughead. How do you know Annabeth?
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dude's being suuuuuper sketch. percy catches on that he's basically smuggling in contraband here. think of the literature! no greasy fingers allowed apparently. he can do respectful and not tear into his lunch like a ravenous animal. ]
She's my [ everything?? ] girlfriend. We've known each other since we were twelve. [ no big deal. ] How long have you been working here?
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Oh, so you know each other from home. [ Sounds real familiar. He chews, nods. ] Couple of weeks, maybe. Not long. She saved me from a really bad situation involving customer service and lattes.
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Yep. [ they're lucky to be here together. he hasn't really thought about what he'd do if he was alone. annabeth had been here without him, but she'd had magnus. he's glad for that, and that she's met other people, branched out. ] The worst. I'd probably burn someone if I were slinging hot drinks around. Was that a risk factor? Is that why you got out?
[ he imagines it's the change of scenery, but, you know. conversation, etc. ]
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What did they saddle you with?
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Lifeguard. It's only part-time. I'm trying to survive high school before I take on anything huge. [ he knows he can't transfer the education he gets here to back home, but maybe some part of him just wants to prove he can do it. ]
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You're doing the school thing? I don't really see the point, myself.
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I bet that's nice though. All that free time. [ a wistful sigh; then again, percy and free time has usually equaled bad news. ] You could pretty much do whatever you want here.
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School was fine back home, but it's not really a priority for me here. College seems like an impossibility when you count in the uncertainty of whether or not I'll even be here next week.
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[ clearly, he has no idea just who he's talking to. there's something in percy's eyes, something he wants to say. but he doesn't know jughead well enough to impose his thoughts on that. ]
Tell me about it. I'm real familiar with the uncertainty of whether or not you'll still be alive next week. It's not for everyone. Taking a chance on something that might not matter when you leave, that is. Not the probability of dying. Most people don't enjoy that.
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[ So uncertainties on top of uncertainties, really. Him and Tate got lucky in meshing as well as they do, Jug isn't too sure he can get that lucky twice. There's something else that catches his attention though. ]
So, if you're from the same world as Annabeth... are you also..? [ A demigod. ]