★ 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
➤ [ —— ] 💣 [ —— ]

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[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. ]