Hit me with your sweet love, steal me with a kiss

[affections]

Date & Time: various.
Location: various.
Characters: Jules & whatever poor soul she inflicts herself on. Lisbeth, Stanley, Pepper, Vanadi & Jim, more to be added through the next couple of weeks.
Summary: EVERYTHING and just trying to avoid spamming the log comm tbh
Warnings: Jules. Morning after glow, possible discussion of people eating and death. (Not... in the same thread. I hope...)
Note: Prose or action are totally cool with me, answer with whatever you prefer noble threaders. Thread starters will be added in the comments.

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Pepper Potts (backdated to July 3rd-ish?)

[affections]

( As soon as she's finished speaking to Pepper on the phone, she's all but running out of the housing building. Logically there is every chance Pepper is at home, too, so maybe she should have just said she'd meet her outside, but something about the cafe is comforting and familiar. Kind of fun, what with how it being just about the first place they ever really chatted. Peppper had been one of the first people she got to know in this place, and then Pepper had gotten to see all too much.

Max had known what she'd been getting into, when she started spending more time with Jules. Pepper was more like an innocent bystander.

And so Julia sits at one of the booths in the cafe, fiddling with the salt and pepper shakers, taking the packets of sugar out, rearranging them, setting them back in, taking off her bracelets and then putting them back on, and flashing a friendly smile at the wait staff.

This is far, far too stressful. )

[mostqualified]

[ She's actually not in the apartment. Pepper has been there off and on throughout the week, but it's nothing entirely permanent. She's found a steady routine that keeps her busy 24/7, so she's leaving CM with the intent to meet with Jules and figure out...things. Anxiety shows itself the closer she gets to that little cafe, and she pauses just outside, taking a breath before letting herself in.

As personable as she likes to think she is, she's never had many friends. Because of work, because of other things beyond her control. So, it'd been disheartening to lose Jules in that way. Learn things she hadn't known, feel lied to for something that must have been necessity. Pepper doesn't understand, but she wants to. It's only fair, after all.

She tries for a smile, but it falters when she reaches the booth the other woman sits at. ] Hi, Jules.

[affections]

( She's resorted to taking out her packet of matches and starting to try and make little towers out of them as she stacks them together. Pepper's arrival sort of makes her jump, just a little, so that her little match tower topples. (Somehow, she'll work through the pain.)

Her mouth opens, and normally, normally she'd have some great wisdom to bring forth, but she has nothing. ) Hello.

( Tried and true, she supposes. )

Um, would you like to have a seat?

( She is so bad at this. ) It's good to see you.

[mostqualified]

[ Pepper's gaze drops a bit to the mess that's now littering the table, and her smile falters for a second. Until she remembers why she's here, shaking her head at the invitation before nodding once, twice and slipping into a seat across from her. ]

It's good to see you too. [ She rests her hands atop the table, still looking the matches there. ] Are you doing okay? How is everything?

[affections]

I'm fantastic! Yeah, really-- really great. Brilliant.

( Some of this may be a lie. Now is not the time to talk about monsters that attack you with needles, torturing people for information to protect the people of Exsilium, or any other serious thing. Instead: )

Exsilium has far too many attractive people, I'm overwhelmed by their abundance. How is a girl to choose?

Lisbeth Salander ( some...time... )

[affections]

( The plus side of living with Lisbeth and Jesse was how very casual everything was, and things had remained quite incredibly casual even with Stanley around. It was somewhat complicated by bombings, plague and torture as a bonding exercise, not to mention everyone just seemed that little bit tense sometimes (she hardly needed to latch onto someone's skin and invade them with her empathy to pick up on that). At the heart of it, though, they seemed a good enough match with one another in different ways.

For example, when Jules is lounging in the bath and accidentally drops her cigarette, she knows precisely who she can turn to in her time of need. )

Lisbeth! Are you around?

( As she rather woefully pulls the cigarette out of the water. )

[hejhej]

[Lisbeth had been uncomfortable in living with Jules for the first few months they were sharing this common space. Sure, they had their own bedrooms, but she was constantly in Lisbeth's space whenever they were in the main part of the unit. Well, they all figured out a way to fix that. It was one of the rare instances that Lisbeth indulged in all of unit 409's vices at once and she hadn't necessarily been proud of it.

But it happened and they all got over it. So when she hears Jules calling for her from the bathroom, she stops what she's doing. She has shed her beanie and has accepted her revealing red hair - all because Jesse saw it and said it looked pretty.

Goddamn him.

Lisbeth finally walks into the bathroom. They're all used to her taking a bath with the door open.]

What?

[affections]

( She tragically presents the victim of her clumsiness to Lisbeth, brow furrowed. ) I don't suppose you have a spare that's rather drier than this?

( A rather hopeful smile. )

I'll go and buy the most delicious beer I can get my hands on in gratitude. I'm just terribly comfortable.

( So moving is not a thing that can happen. )

[hejhej]

[Lisbeth arches a nearly invisible eyebrow before reaching into her back pocket. She hands Jules a cigarette and takes out her lighter to light it.]

Dropping your cigarette in the bath is a rookie mistake, Grumley.

[affections]

Don't I know? I promise you, I will be reprimanding myself most thoroughly later.

( Her tone suggests that she will really enjoy the reprimanding, though.

Gratefully taking the cigarette, leaning closer so Lisbeth can indulge her by lighting it. )

Jim Kirk & Vanadi (oh my)

[affections]

( She's noticed that some people here are much more self-conscious, and about so many things. They all have their reasons to be, one might suppose, but it seems like a shame to simply try and hide yourself away, like those people should be coaxed out and taught how to have a little bit more fun. To let go of all the bad things. Her scars dapple over her skin, long since faded but still visible. Some are deeper, craters left in her skin, a series of near-perfect circles. Jules pays them no mind, has no inclination to hide them after so long, although the scar at her cheek is more recent. (Although, if she tried to say her scars were the part of her she struggled with the most, that would be a lie, and a rather bad one.)

None of that matters, for the moment, when she's feeling so incredibly smug. No, for now she is content to stretch, as much as one can stretch when there are two other bodies inhabiting your bed. )

Whoever gets me some orange juice from the fridge will be my absolute favourite, for the record.

[implying]

[ He's nearly given up on modesty. First to go was the mask, several weeks ago, and now he doesn't even mind stripping down in bed, whereas before he would have insisted the shirt, at the very least, stay on. But now? Oh, to be sure, he avoids glancing down at himself, and all the scars and missing three limbs and their metallic replacements, but he'll show them off if he has to. Who cares, eh? Vanadi is happy to insist that he doesn't.

He's currently sprawled (carefully, of course, because those metal bits are heavy and he wouldn't want to inflict that on anyone), half sheathed in blankets and nude under that, and entirely disinclined to move. He's not sure who's leg he's currently claimed for a pillow, but he doesn't intend to give it up anytime soon. ]

Mm. Does that involve moving, or have you a secret fridge stowed away somewhere very near?

[captains]

[Unlike his other two companions, most of Kirk's scars are internal, and very little actually scratches the surface of his skin. If nothing else, Bones has always been thorough. And it isn't as if the opposite being true for them is any sort of deterrent. He thinks he's more than proved that last night.

Kirk has always considered himself an explorer and investigating the unusual is a hobby of is, even if this is a rather unique manifestation. Like the others, he's feeling particular languid and not wanting to move]

I might also be a little bit offended that orange juice is your what would make us your favourite.

[They'd worked so hard, after all :[]

[affections]

( Jules laughs a little, at that, shifting a little so that she can look at Jim from where she's using his abdomen as a pillow. ) Oh, trust me. You've both achieved flying colours. My two favourite men in Exsilium, without even the tiniest shadow of doubt. Not even a little shade of doubt.

( And that's a pat to his chest, lest he need further reassurance. Her other hand is idly smoothing Vanadi's hair - that would be her leg. She's really enjoying this tangle. ) Sadly, the kitchen. You would have to venture through the many realms of domesticity to win your prize, and possibly do battle with Lisbeth, if she's not yet had her morning coffee.

( So very, very grave. )

[implying]

Mm... I've no idea where I last saw my clothes, [ oh what a lie, his robobrain has that information down pat ] but I nominate our dear Jim as the better sight in the nude, between the two of us. A close race, I know, but I'm feeling generous.

Stanley Lucerne

[affections]

Stanley!

( Poor, poor Stanley. She'd meant to surprise him with a gift of tea and delicious toast, but sadly, there is now a gret deal of smoke coming out of the kitchen, as she wanders over to wherever he is and pretends that she doesn't have the smoking remains of the toaster in her hands. )

Are you hungry? I'm going out to get food.

[lazyinlove]

[Stanley, who had decided that the space in front of the sofa was pretty cozy and sprawled out there sometime that afternoon, popped up from his place on the floor at the mention of food.Food? Oh, yeah. He'd forgotten about it between all the napping and the haiku and the smoking and pondering the pattern of the ceiling.

He rubbed the side of his face where the pattern of the tile was etched into it from sleeping there and blinked.]

Hmm?

[affections]

Wake up, sleepyhead. The toaster has died a tragic death, so we need another source of dinner.

( She tried, Stan, she really really tried. )

Come on. Outside clothes, Mr. Lucerne.

[lazyinlove]

How...?

(But that's the extent of his argument at the moment. He gets to his feet, stumbles a little because he's still half asleep, and looks around for his shoes. One day he's totally getting a raincoat. Just watch him.)

You killed the toaster? ...We had a toaster?

[affections]

Not a very good toaster, evidently.

( It's the toasters fault. )

Don't you worry, I have taken care of the hazard. However, I am extremely hungry, so.

( She has an umbrella and no need for a coat, so she will protect you, young sir. ) Are you going to offer me your arm?

Saul Goodman

[affections]

( She'd spent some time deliberating what to wear, and then decided that until she actually wanted to go outside it didn't really matter. It's a toga day! If by toga we can mean "lazily wandering around in some sheets."

Some of the others are out, and given the general state of mild chaos that is unit 409, she assumes that when there's a knock on the door, it's someone forgetting their key. Even if she didn't presume that, she wouldn't have a great many reservations about strolling over and opening the door wrapped up in a sheet, bounding over to make sure whoever is there isn't kept waiting. )

Hello!

( So much enthusiasm. So, so much. )

[5055034455]

[So Saul knew Jesse and Lisbeth had a roommate aside from Stan, but he really wasn't expecting the vision that just greeted him. And he's sure she must be the other roommate, because Jesse has Lisbeth and Stan's like twelve.]

Um.

[She sure is wearing a sheet, all right.

How about that.]

Hi.

[affections]

( A beat, and she's grinning. Perhaps a little smugly. Max may be able to resist her charms, but at least other people still have to take a moment when she's wrapped in only a sheet; she hasn't lost her touch completely. )

Can I help you with anything? If you're waiting for one of the others then I would be entirely negligent and perhaps even outrageously rude if I didn't offer you tea.

( And she is going to step back from the door, in case he'd like to come in. )

[5055034455]

I'm looking for Jesse.

[If she's going to clear the way for him, he'll go ahead and walk in. Maybe without taking his eyes off of her.

So he's a little (lot) shameless. Whatever.

He smiles.]

Tea sounds good, though.

[affections]

Ah, you're a friend of Mr. Pinkman? I hope you have only honourable intentions towards my liege lord.

( Her hands wrap around his arm, and she's idly considering hooking her empathy through his limbs, quieting pulling the strands apart to find out what his feelings towards Jesse are, whether he's lying, if there are dangers here. She may not know Jesse entirely well, but she likes him, and he is important to Lisbeth. Furthermore, he'd been so upset, something big had obviously happened. Certainly she was rather tangled up in her own matters, at the time, but that didn't mean she was completely oblivious.

It was convenient when people thought she was pretty; it made them easier to work around. )

Would you prefer coffee? Orange juice? Anything else? I am here to serve, in every sense except tennis.