★ MAR (CATCH-ALL); rain come DOWN & fall ForEVER

[opheliac]

Who: jinx + YOU
Where: various
What: things that will happen regarding her during this month. some will be open & some will be private. all jinx's top-levels, maybe her charm stuff, or just whatever.
Warnings: jinx suffers from mental illness. such as the following - schizophrenia, hallucinations, PTSD, & separation anxiety. these may or may not happen in this log. BIO, PERMS, & OP-OUT: Here

TOP LEVEL DIRECTORY

➤ [ OPEN ] 💣 [TREEHOUSE]
➤ [ OPEN ] 💣 [ FLOWER SHOP]
➤ [ OPEN ] 💣 [ CHARM ]
➤ [ OPEN] 💣 [ THE CAFÉ ] ➤ EVENT
➤ [ —— ] 💣 [ —— ]

Comments

3/3

[rebellions]

[ Ragna has no idea what compelled Jinx to text him out of the blue and tell him to go into the forest ASAP. Still, this probably means she can finally leave the town now, and that's a relief. Doesn't make him any less angry with the Council and Jerry, but that can wait a little longer.

Once he arrives somewhere in the vicinity of the area described to him, he begins to look around, wondering what the hell he's actually trying to find. It's only then that he recalls their conversation some time back, and realizes this must be the area where her tree house is ─ and lo and behold, after a little search, he finds the location in question. It's actually pretty impressive, but there again, he shouldn't be surprised; for all her quirks and questionable choices, Jinx is nothing if not talented. It does take him a moment to find a way in, however, and once he spots the monkey guarding the elevator, the man has to stop and roll his eyes. ]

You've gotta be kidding me...

[ He stares down at the thing for like a solid minute before letting out a sigh and giving in, patting its head and feeling extremely silly doing so. But after entering the wooden box (and silently praying it's not gonna end up becoming his coffin), he does make it all the way up. He walks across the balcony slowly, knocking on the wall once he reaches the entrance. ]

Anybody home?

[opheliac]

( jinx was fiddling with one of her explosives when she hears the tap by her wooden door. immediately, she springs to her feet in excitement, and the bombshell becomes furthest from her mind as it falls deadweight by the bed. the door swings open wide and ragna is greeted by a one (not two) long braided hair girl with a gigantic smile on her face. )

You found it! — Oooh, who am I kidding? I knew you would...! C'mon, c'mon, you're gonna let all the cold in.

( she side steps to make room for her partner to waltzes further in to take a gander on his own. with the door shut behind them, the teenager bounces at his side with both of her arms extended outward. )

Lemme give ya the tour of the place.

( which is rather funny to suggest, given her secondary home is literally several rooms in one area. there's hardly any room for privacy on the inside, but perhaps that's the point of this home. the fact it's positioned up in the trees, and away from civilization, it's quite obvious it's only her (and one additional person) who lives in this residence. it's an isolated spot where jinx can just be jinx without worrying of other's discomfort or complaints. )

This is the bed — ( she points. ) The sitting area, the bathtub, and kitchen. Aaaaaannd over there! ( she gestures to an extra small room across the kitchen area. ) Bathroom and shower.

( for the hell of it, her pinks glisten a haunting glow before zipping off to stand by the enormous slide window, fingers intertwine behind her back. it seems along with her being able to leave the city lines, the council restored her abilities too. putting two and two together, it's no wonder why she is in high spirits despite the black-out crisis.)

Last but not least, the balcony! In case you wanna get your sun rays on. Pretty neat, huh?

[rebellions]

[ Before he even knows what's happening, Ragna is already inside, being shown around... though that's a bit of an exaggeration, considering how small the place is. Not that he thinks any less of it because of that ─ on the contrary, the room seems pretty cozy. And with it being removed from the town, ensuring no one's gonna bother you when you stay there... honestly, he can't imagine a more comfortable place to stay at.

The corners of his lips curl up in the tiniest of smiles, and not just because he recognizes the hard work that must have gone into putting all of this together. Seeing her bounce back from the events of the last month like this, being her happy if chaotic self is a huge weight off his shoulders. He does assume this must mean all of the ill effects of whatever the hell Jerry did to her are now gone, and that's a plus, too ─ now he should be able to pay him and the Council back without having to worry that witnessing what he's planning to do would worsen Jinx's condition.

But that can wait; for the time being, the man lets out a small whistle as he nods in approval after taking a look around and taking in all the treehouse have to offer. ]

Yeah, it's pretty damn great. You really went all out to make this place a home, huh?

[opheliac]

( she tugs on her lower lip with her front teeth, fiddling with her fingernails like she's keeping some big secret. the girl clears her throat as she tugs her long bangs away from her vision, not absolutely sure how to word this. )

Ahem, well... — I, uh. Had a bit of help. From, uhm. Quentin...

( ugh, just mentioning his name dampers her mood and all the conflicted emotions are bubbling back onto the surface. )

This is, sorta, our...place? I live with my Old man, and he lives with Scott. So, it's a place where we can have some alone time. Together.

( the teen sniffs away the awkwardness and conveys the tone back around. )

But! It's just me, myself, and I here! ... Aaaand now you! So! Anythin' I can get ya? I don't got much with the black-out and all. But Jinxie isn't completely empty.

[rebellions]

[ Ragna's expression sours, settling into a light scowl as he studies Jinx for a brief moment. He's only had a doubtful pleasure of talking with Quentin once, and he cannot for the life of him begin to imagine what the girl sees in that guy. But there again, it's not like he knows anything about all that romance shit, and they do say love is blind, so... what can you do? ]

Something to drink would be nice.

[ He says more to fill the silence that was starting to feel awkward, and less because he's actually thirsty. Still, it's probably a good subject change and since Jinx offered it herself, he should probably take it and not pry any further. Quentin himself has said as much, too, hasn't he? Their relationship is none of his damn business. And him not getting involved would probably be for the best for literally everyone.

...

Ah, screw it. ]

... Think you two are gonna get back together?

[opheliac]

( without missing a beat, jinx once again uses her shimmer ability to speed dash over to the fridge. it's so unnecessary, but she can't help but to feel ecstatic over being whole again. the fridge might be out, but inside, there's a miniature box filled with ice cubes and various drinks. she isn't going to offer him alcohol unless he asks, so she chooses a bottle of orange juice instead for him.

asking her about her thoughts on her relationship stills her, and thank goodness her face is still in the fridge, so he wouldn't catch her disheartening frown. jinx pulls herself together though, spinning around to face her partner with a forced and tight smile; drinks in both hands. )

Beats me! The poor guy is probably so broken up about the whole thing.

( at least, she likes to daydream quentin is upset and is missing her just as much as she is missing him. but given by those text messages, he's... most likely doing fine and over it. jinx kicks the door shut with her foot and sets both their drinks on the counter; sliding his over. )

I guess if he impresses me like he did the last time, I maaaaay consider.

[rebellions]

[ The man leans against the counter, trying to follow her movements with his eyes... yeah, she's definitely back to her old self. At the same time, he's not exactly buying the forced smile and casual tone in regard to her (ex?) boyfriend, especially after the little exchange he had with him. Seeing that makes him want to find the guy and rip him a new one without waiting for the "next time" he hurts her like he originally promised, but he swallows it down. ]

... Right.

[ Ragna takes a sip of his drink, and shakes his head. He doesn't think this relationship drama is worth prying into too much at this point; they've more or less discussed all there is to it, and it's not like he's of much help when it comes to the ~matters of heart~ anyway. ]

It'd better be hella impressive, then.

[opheliac]

( the smile loosens and fades, growing a tad bit exhausted to keep up the illusion that she isn't bothered by the whole "break up". maybe with ragna, it's okay to show her hurt (it's not like he hadn't witnessed it a million times by now) by this. quentin is far from being her first crush, but he is her first relationship. and the fact they've only lasted a month before things dipped south, only further proved her voices' point.

a "jinx" isn't meant to have the finer things in life. people will abandon her, no matter what level of importance they are. and maybe she needs to stop pretending she is like everyone else, because she isn't like everyone else. she is different. 'what makes you different makes you strong'. but if that's true, why doesn't she feel strong? her grip stiffens over her beverage as she hums a response, drowning down the drink as an excuse for her lack of words. maybe she should take on jogging every morning and slaying monsters again. perhaps that way, her confidence will boost, and these icky feelings will wither. jinx empty her glass in one big mouthful, and smiles lightly to her friend again. )

Y'know what this place needs? Another super wild party! — Like the one we had at the casino. That mask one was waaaaay too dull, and everyone was so stiffed. It was practically a funeral.

[rebellions]

[ This... is a little awkward, isn't it? She clearly isn't over the whole thing, he knows that, she knows that he knows, but neither of them has enough social skills to bring it up in any kind of tasteful way.

So here they are. Drinking and pretending they can handle this situation like adults. Kinda pathetic, but guess that's the sort of people they are.

Ragna is grateful for the subject change the girl offers, even if it's not one he's gonna be enthusiastic about, either. Another party? Granted, the powers that be seem hell-bent on tormenting them while they're stuck here, but surely, that would be too much of a torture even by their standards. ]

Pass. If I'm forced to endure any more of their shitty parties, I might torch the place.

[opheliac]

( she snorts at the response, in a way can definitely relate to being pooped out from all the gatherings -- especially when they all seem to follow the same format. jinx walks around the kitchen counter to pull up a stool, hopping on to take a seat. )

But I'll be the one hosting. That the difference...!

( the blueberry haired girl swings her legs idly, elaborating further. )

All the food and booze you can eat and drink, loud music, and the fireworks, of course. We can't forget those.

[rebellions]

[ Most people would understand where she's coming from ─ she is a teenage girl, after all, and she has to do something with all that excess energy ─ but unfortunately for her, her partner is the walking definition of a party pooper, so he sends her a glare, propping himself on his elbow as she still shows zero interest in what she's suggesting. ]

You lost me at "loud music".

[ Free food is nice and all, but not worth the discomfort of having to deal with other people and all the social bullshit that came with them. Ragna thinks back to that one time they were lying on the ground in the forest, taking it easy and just soaking in the sun... now that's a much better way to spend time, if you ask him. ]

I'd rather just take a nap.

[opheliac]

Wait, hold on. Don't tell me... ( she lifts a hand to show emphasis for him to not give away... whatever she is about to mention. ) — You're actually a thousand years old! A geezer!!

( the grin she is wearing is mischievously twisted, and she gulps down another round of her juice before leaning back against the fridge. )

It'd explain why you're always so grumpy. Huh! Why didn't I put that together?

[rebellions]

[ If one were to count all the versions of "him" that have lived through all the time loops his world had been subjected to, her argument might hold some credibility... but trying to figure the nature of all that is honestly more trouble than it's worth and Ragna has no interest in philosophical musings like that. So instead, he simply rolls his eyes at the idea of being called old... again, if with some more creativity this time. ]

How many times do I need to tell you?! I'm twenty-three!!

[ Well, twenty-four as of today, actually. But Ragna's never been known to be good at keeping the track of dates, especially ones as insignificant as his own birthday is to him at this point. ]

[opheliac]

Two hundred and twenty-three, I getcha.

[ giggling, she spins around to the icebox and rummages around inside once more. ] — Okay, I'm starving now! What do you wanna eat? I can make a mean crab meat salad sandwich.

[ and whether ragna protests in having his own share or not, jinx reaches out for all the ingredients for making the meal and setting it on the table countertop. ]