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[gentlemenpreferblondes]

 

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[realitywarped]

[He starts with a wave at the camera, smiling crookedly. He's fairly sure it's rude to leave people wondering about non-existent people. It wouldn't have bothered him in a past life, but he supposes he owes the lady at least an explanation.]

Ah- hello. You would be J.M. Austen, yes? You'll perhaps be aware they seem to have paired us up for our stay on this... delightful planet. Or, well, they'll have given you the name I gave them, at least.

[Loki really isn't a fan of this pairing up business.]

I'd be delighted to take you for drinks, but I'm really not in the market for anything particularly one, true, or love inclined.

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[gentlemenpreferblondes]

[It takes some time before J answers him. She's still figuring out how to use this whole MID thing. But when she gets it finally to work a wide grin appeared to her lips because oh my. An invitation to date?]

Ah yes. It was Tyrion, right? Please, just call me J. The formalities doesn't sit well with me. But sure, I'd love to go with you. Oh, and no need to worry about the the whole couple stuff, sweetie. I'm only looking for to have some fun, not love.

text;

[takeitslow]

Hey hey hey. Check outside your door ASAP. Don't let your roomies get he goods.

Sorry its not chocolate.

text;

[gentlemenpreferblondes]

so there was nothing at cargo bay? fuck

but thanks. you're a real hero, peter. :)

Video/Text

[takeitslow]

[On the 18th, she gets a short video of a pile of twinkies followed by a text.]

When do you want the delivery?

[gentlemenpreferblondes]

ohm you really found some! i have always time for some sweets so whenever it works for you.

text;

[niffin]

[ It's been like, six months since she's had a haircut. No, more like eight — she hadn't been bothering in New York, not with Quentin acting like he hardly saw her, and. Well.

This scalp's been through a lot since then. ]

hi. sorry to bug you, i know we haven't talked — but i read in the directory that you're the ship's makeup artist? does that extend to 'barber' too?

text;

[gentlemenpreferblondes]

[Oh. Well. Crap.

This is actually first time during these two months that she's been on Moira when someone comes to her and asks about her services. And here she kinda hoped that she'd be able to go on without having to take any customers.]

that's right, darling. i do haircuts as well.

text

[saveyourserpent]

Don't tell me you're the one holding out on the bloody razors.

text

[gentlemenpreferblondes]

[Oh good for him that this is in text, because otherwise he'd only hear J cackling at him]

oh i've been found out it seems.

audio

[beautifulspaceraptor]

So. I have a series of books addressed to you. They're, uh. A trilogy. Of sorts.

Would you like me to drop them off?

audio

[gentlemenpreferblondes]

Books? Really?

[Wow, that is unexpected. She's not exactly a reader-type.]

What kind of books are they? Are you sure they're mine?

Voice

[realitywarped]

It strikes me, somewhere in all the confusion, I may have misplaced a date I promised to take you on.

[Verity would probably have words for him, if he'd stood her up for a friend date, and he can't imagine anyone being less annoyed than Verity.

The jars of whale eyes on his kitchen counter might have jarred his memory a little, too, in working out who he'd managed to annoy recently- pun not intended.]

Which means, no doubt, I owe you an apology.

Voice

[gentlemenpreferblondes]

[Well, well. This is surprising. J seriously didn't think that she'd ever hear from him again, at least not in this matter, and it seems like her little prank didn't go unnoticed. Ha, good.

She could appreciate the gesture and the apology but no.]

You may have? [She repeats, mocking his tone.]

You either have or have not and I'm afraid I don't have any use for half-hearted apologies.

4/16; mailbox

[forwardmomentum]

On the morning of the 16th, J will receive a hypospray of fast-penta in her mailbox. It contains two doses and the only information accompanying it is the label affixed to the hypospray.

[ if you have any questions about fast-penta, feel free to comment to that page or hit me up at runawayballista. ]

Last day of the beach excursions

[twelveminutesolder]

[ S'up, J? You're adorable and you deserve to feel pretty. There's a knock on the door and then Pietro runs away using his power--but he's left behind an entire Marilyn inspired outfit. He actually asked for help this time, and that's rare.

There's no note or anything, of course, but if J's quick enough to get the door she might see the blue-silver streak Pietro leaves behind. He waited for her to actually open the door this time. ]

text; encrypted; backdated to early morning of June 2nd

[notglitching]

[It's not quite midnight when the text appears, but it's certainly not what most people would consider morning yet. The wording is direct and to the point, no reference to their last encounter.]

Captains capable of restoring damaged functions.

[gentlemenpreferblondes]

[Thanks to her rather random sleep schedule J's awake when a faint light flashes on her MID to inform her about the new unread message. She opens the message, genuinely surprised to see that it's from Rinzler. It's been a while since their last meeting and even that one didn't exactly go that well. Her so called 'victory' had only left a sour taste in her mouth.

She doesn't answer right away but instead stares at the message with a frown on her face. 'Damaged functions'. Again such vague words. It's way too early for this shit.]

and?

text; 7/4ish, a couple of days after the battle

[forwardmomentum]

How are you holding up? Are you alright?

[ he's worried ok ]

[gentlemenpreferblondes]

[J let's out a long and heavy sigh when she sees a message from Miles. Oh thank god.

Everything had been so hectic during the attack that she hadn't been able to look for him, but that didn't mean that she hadn't been worried for him. Not even failing to find his body among the dead hadn't been able to calm down her nerves.]

In one piece. What about you ?

[coolskeletonnyehntyfive]

HELLO, J! I HOPE YOU AREN'T TOO BUSY RIGHT NOW! IT'S ME, PAPYRUS!

I HAVE SOMETHING THAT MIGHT... BELONG TO YOU? I THINK??

ACTUALLY, I'M NOT SURE! HUMANS ALL LOOK KIND OF THE SAME TO ME, SO I TOOK A GUESS!

[gentlemenpreferblondes]

[Oh. Papyrus is back. They might not be all that close but J actually feels a bit bad for not checking him earlier. If there's someone who's suffering more about Sans' absence than her it's definitely him.]

oh hi!

no, im' not busy at all. what is it that you got?

Delivery

[mailcall]

On the evening of the 17th, J will find four (4) bottles of Sunset Sarsparilla, a flat sugary beverage, in their mailbox. In addition, three (3) of them will have star bottle caps, instead of the usual red ones.

carried over from the event!

[heisenbitch]

[ from here:

That startles Jesse, thanks to his groggy, trashed state of mind. He dashes forward, the sudden movement making his head woozy, and he manages to snatch one of her arms to steady her before she can hurt herself further. ]

Hey, look, sit down, yo. Also, ain't you ever hearda sharing? I told you that's my last smoke.

[gentlemenpreferblondes]

[J, in return, quickly shoots out her other arm, grabbing the front of his collar and uses him as a support as she pulls herself back up. Even through her numbing drunk state she can feel an aching spot forming on her back. There would certainly be a bruise next day.

Breathing heavily, still recovering from the surprise, she looks at him with blaming eyes. Has he never heard of asking before? But then her gaze drops down on his collar, which she's still holding on and notices the marks of red lipstick.

Oh. Any signs of disapprove disappears from her expression, making room for an amused smile.

Been busy now, have you?]

[mttbrandlegs]

[Yikes, someone put this off rather a long time...]

HELLO HONEY!

HOW ARE YOU DOING?? GOOD I HOPE!!!

LISTEN. I JUST WANTED TO TELL YOU THAT WHATEVER I DID AT THAT PARTY, I WANT TO TAKE RESPONSIBILITY FOR IT. I WASN'T REALLY ACTING MYSELF, BUT I AM STILL VERY SORRY IF I MADE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE. THAT WAS NEVER MY INTENTION.

I DIDN'T REALLY KNOW WHAT I WAS DOING--WELL BESIDES BEING UNNECESSARILY FORWARD.

[gentlemenpreferblondes]

[And the reply comes several days later. Sorry pal, she's been busy while sleeping inside the cryo-chambers.

J let's out a heavy sigh when she sees a message from Mettaton. Great, just what she needed. It's not that she regrets what happened back in the party, no that's not her style, but there's no denying that it had been weird and well.. yes, uncomfortable in a way too.

Still, she wishes the robot would have let it be.]

wow.

you feel this bad for what happened? here i thought you had fun.

text;

[pillz]

hey j
u can crash at the tent if u want.
trying 2 get lynch the fuck out but he wont go
& hits me when i tell him to
so i mean
not 2 get all beaten gay wife drama on u but i figure if ure around hell gimme more space
& u can have all the candy & bears a girl can ask 4
y/n
holler back

text;

[gentlemenpreferblondes]

[Lmao, what is this even?]

you need me to protect you from your boyfriend?
are you sure he judt doesnt get jealous or something and try hit me too?
id rather keep my face pretty

text;

[heisenbitch]

Yo J
Got a minute?

text;

[gentlemenpreferblondes]

depends. might even have two.
what is it?

text; (tw stalking! sexual harassment!)

[pillz]

have u thought about investin in some thigh high stockings
ure dresses & skirts r kinda long
but if u always havin to adjust ur tights thatd draw the eye, u know what im sayin
even if u got a weird fixation on hiding the angle of the dangle

ps u liked the blue one better

text

[gentlemenpreferblondes]

ok 1) did you skip your medication again
2) are you questioning my fashion choices?? really??

ps. what the fuck youre talking about, asshole?

text

[wallride]

morning j
how you doin, girl?
i'm hoping to get a radio station up and going soon and i'd love it if you could swing by and do some guest singing one day!

text

[gentlemenpreferblondes]

[o m g]

you want me to come sing in radio? sign me up for that, sweetheart.
time for you to be introduced to proper music.

TEXT; Backdated to April 10th

[squadgoals]

[There's a ping, and J will find their TAB lighting up with what is, perhaps, the most straightforward birthday invitation you've ever seen.

Clearly made in a template, maybe titled "PROFESSIONAL LINES" or something equally boring, it invites you to a "a small birthday celebration" at a new restaurant/bar opening in Kauto's region 1.

There is a button to RSVP, and the additional option to add a "plus one".

It is signed off simply with "SHEPARD".

Will you attend this crunk-ass fête, this... space jam??]

TEXT; BACKDATED TO MORNING OF MAY 16TH (DAY 36)

[squadgoals]

J,

Effective immediately, I will be on a leave of extended absence. Length estimate at this time is a minimum of 45 consecutive days (during the current 100-day cycle).

You're permanently keyed in to my apartment for the moment, so feel free to continue staying there. You can use my bed if you like, but please (and I'm asking nicely), no guests, and no re-arranging.

If you have any questions, let me know immediately, as I have limited TAB access time remaining.

Best,
Shepard

text

[petridish]

Are you still willing to help out with a makeover? I could use a new side project now that the network's up and running.

I didn't manage to get hair dye with everything going on, but I have scissors and my makeup.

Willing to trade since it doesn't look like sencs will be any use any more - I have food that isn't those nutrition blocks, alcohol, survival gear...

text

[gentlemenpreferblondes]

[Oh. J had completely forgotten about this whole little deal. It's no surprise, the recent events had been so hectic and puzzling that anything like this was easier to cast aside from mind.

Teach someone else how to do makeup? Hah. She almost tells her to get lost but the offered trade is far too tempting. She can't really refuse any of those.]

I dont have hairdye with me. but i guess we can get started with those.

im interested in the food and alcohol. when are you ready?

text; backdated to a short while post-shadow event

[arcreact]

[ The message comes a short while after the breakout of shadow-creatures, due to a blown up house and a near-death experience. Shit happens.

He tells himself he deserves props for at least remembering to send the message. ]

i met a super unfriendly version of you the other day
she had a knife

[gentlemenpreferblondes]

[Unfortunately Tony has to wait for a quite bit before he gets his reply. J had seen the message when it arrived but dozed off without giving it too much thought, partly because of the painkillers]

that so
did she poke holes into you with it or what?