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maskormenacelogs2015-03-09 06:59 pm
cigarchomping) wrote in maskormenacelogs2015-03-09 06:59 pm
COME AND KNOCK ON OUR DOOR
WHO: Everyone housed at Residence #005 and anyone else who would be there!
WHERE: Residence #005 at De Chima
WHEN: March 9th - Morning
WHAT: JJJ moves in. There's a lot of yelling and screaming.
WARNINGS: Typical J.J. warnings - he's an obnoxious jerk. Nothing too bad but will update if needed!
[ J. Jonah Jameson moves in to the house with as much subtly and grace as you can expect. That is to say: none at all. Which means that in the wee hours of the morning, J.J. pounds on the door until he's either let in or has a key. He doesn't say anything as he makes his way inside, surprisingly. The man instead marches over to the nearest chair, a brown recliner in front of the fireplace, and sleeps. Jonah ignores any questions or statements directed at him before he falls asleep. Its been a long day, and the man wants some goddamn sleep.
Sleep he does! He snores. Loudly.
A few hours later, Jameson is wide awake. He hasn't budged a single inch from the recliner and instead, he just reads. There's a giant pile of papers next to him on his left and a giant pile of ashed out stogies in the ashtray on his right. The papers vary - from old newspaper articles on imPorts and the world at large to recently printed history books. J.J. doesn't budge from the chair until later that day, when he begins speaking into the comm, and that's only -after- he finishes reading the stack. The man wants to learn anything and everything he can about this brave new world, and by jove, he'll know the whole damn place inside-and-out when he's through!
Of course, he also briefly glances at his own file. It's incredibly brief, but he gets a chuckle out of the POWERS section. "Jonah has the ability to make people believe whatever he wants through print or vocal expression". Well, at least they got something right! ]
WHERE: Residence #005 at De Chima
WHEN: March 9th - Morning
WHAT: JJJ moves in. There's a lot of yelling and screaming.
WARNINGS: Typical J.J. warnings - he's an obnoxious jerk. Nothing too bad but will update if needed!
[ J. Jonah Jameson moves in to the house with as much subtly and grace as you can expect. That is to say: none at all. Which means that in the wee hours of the morning, J.J. pounds on the door until he's either let in or has a key. He doesn't say anything as he makes his way inside, surprisingly. The man instead marches over to the nearest chair, a brown recliner in front of the fireplace, and sleeps. Jonah ignores any questions or statements directed at him before he falls asleep. Its been a long day, and the man wants some goddamn sleep.
Sleep he does! He snores. Loudly.
A few hours later, Jameson is wide awake. He hasn't budged a single inch from the recliner and instead, he just reads. There's a giant pile of papers next to him on his left and a giant pile of ashed out stogies in the ashtray on his right. The papers vary - from old newspaper articles on imPorts and the world at large to recently printed history books. J.J. doesn't budge from the chair until later that day, when he begins speaking into the comm, and that's only -after- he finishes reading the stack. The man wants to learn anything and everything he can about this brave new world, and by jove, he'll know the whole damn place inside-and-out when he's through!
Of course, he also briefly glances at his own file. It's incredibly brief, but he gets a chuckle out of the POWERS section. "Jonah has the ability to make people believe whatever he wants through print or vocal expression". Well, at least they got something right! ]
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So dumping something cold over him may soon be a reality once that little period of grace wears off.
Until then, though, until then. Besides, when she wanders on back downstairs all those hours later to find him exactly in the same spot, only awake, she finds something a lot more curious about what she's looking at here. Well, since he's finally awake, it's at least worth a short pause and a comment, puzzled squint included. ]
...I am almost certain you haven't moved the entire time you've been here. Where did all those books come from?
[ All of those papers. All of that. The cigars, too! ]
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Jesus! A man can't even make a quick run to the local goddamn library these days without being harassed about it!
[ He extracts another cigar and lights it up, almost as if to prove a point, before looking right back at his paper. He has reading material, and it's clearly more important than you, lady. ]
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Now, she could just shrug and continue on her own little way, but if she's going to have to live with this guy... She sighs and changes course, casually strolling on over to Jameson and his recliner. There, she'll prop an arm up on the top of its backing and lean there, not quite looming, but definitely in his personal space all of the sudden. ]
All right, let's start over. [ Watch that cigar, buddy, she's going to make a quick grab for it, to snatch it right out of his mouth if she gets it. Either way, she'll smile pleasantly at him. ] Hello, I'm Hawke. Who might you be?
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Still, the man is always up for a flamboyant introduction. He also really wants this irritating woman to get out of here right now. Surely there's a way to combine the two? ]
J. Jonah Jameson! The j stands for "jet" out of my face right now!
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[ And as a reward for cooperating, she'll even offer the cigar back to him. However, she's sticking around and picking up some of the stray papers that sit in reach. ]
Now what's so interesting that you're drowning in papers over here?
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What does it matter? It's research! Tryin' to learn up on this place. Gotta have some of what the hell is going on if I want to live here, after all!
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Oh? So what's the most interesting thing you've learned so far from all of this?
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It's weird, for starters. The whole place is just like mine, 'cept a few things just happen differently. Which gets us...friggin' teleporters and hovercars.
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[ Things she'd like to bring back to Thedas: that. ]
But weird I can certainly agree with.
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[ There's another drag of his cigar to accentuate his point. ]
You never realize how changing just a few little things can make the world seem topsy turvy. I mean, Disney World is in Virginia, for cryin' out loud!
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[ Thankfully for the rest of the house, she's a quick study. ]
Disney World?
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Do you have anything useful or is it all bullshit?
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[ Jonah takes a brief upwards glance at Dorian, before he returns to his paper. He continues addressing the other man, but the tone comes off as incredibly dismissive. ]
Of course it's all bullshit! Kinda hard for it not to be when this entire place is bullshit. But who's to say it isn't useful bullshit?
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If it's useful then it wouldn't be bullshit.
[He's being equally dismissive.]
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Bullshit sells. People want to read bullshit.
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And I should care, why? It only encourages stupidity and I'd rather not spend my time despairing over other people's poor choices.
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They're already stupid enough. Most people buy up tabloid crap. That's obvious enough. You want to stand out from the crowd, go be a special snowflake somewhere away from my recliner!
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This happens to be my recliner as well.
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I think we both know who owns it now!
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Do you intend on pissing on it as well? I don't think you've marked your territory thoroughly enough.