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. )

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. )

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.

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.

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. )