★ SEP. (CATCH ALL); i'm your opheliac. i've been so disillusioned.

[opheliac]

Who: jinx & YOU
When: all of september
Where: all throughout
What: things that will happen with her during this month. some will be open & some will be private. maybe inbox stuff too?? idk i'm new and i will probably make these better once i get my bearings.
Warnings: jinx suffers from mental illness. such as the following - schizophrenia, hallucinations, PTSD, & separation anxiety. these may or may not happen in this log.

WEEK 1 (09/01 - 09/03)
N/A

WEEK 2 (09/04 - 09/10)
█ JINX ➜ 09.07 ➜ TOP-LEVELS
█ JINX ➜ 09.10 ➜ MEMORY

WEEK 3 (09/11 - 09/17)
N/A

WEEK 4 (09/18 - 09/24)
N/A

WEEK 5 (09/25 - 09/30)
N/A

code credit to: thisismanx

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09.07 / 09.14 ➜ top-level(s)

[opheliac]

i. 💡 CASSANDRA ➜ (odd end). — ❝oh my calematis.❞ // OPEN.
(date. 9/7)

Hope bloomed from the abyss,
Oh my Calematis,
Always be by my side.

(now that it seems jinx is sticking to this place and not suddenly returning back into the ocean like the first time, she feels it's about time to step out of the rookery and see what trench has to offer on her own. she remembers her sister telling her in her bag there was a map inside to be very useful. so outside looking through the areas, her first stop would be CASSANDRA. she isn't sure what's in store for her but that's part of the fun, right?

in CASSANDRA, jinx stumbles upon a shop and immediately heads inside to see the owner(s) may have in display. she has no intention in buying anything but if there's something of interest, she will just use the five finger discount. right now, she is standing at the candles and feathers. there's a quirk of an eyebrow from her as to why would anyone sell feathers but maybe to use it as a writing utensil? it immediately makes her think of silco because he would fancy something like that. she wonders then, what if she can give it to him as a gift whenever he comes back?

sure, he could always get it himself later but it'll be thoughtful and show she was thinking of him. every so often, jinx leans back to peek around to be sure no one is looking or close by as she begins to pocket a few feathers in her bag.)

ii. 💡 WILLFUL MACHINE ➜ (the canals). — ❝you bloomed from the huge black wall.❞ // OPEN.
(date. 9/7)

The galactic starlight
In your eyes spread out
In the endless darkness

(next stop WILLFUL MACHINE. this area jinx is a little more familiar with thanks to vi showing her around and jumping about. but this time though instead of hoofing it, she takes the lamp route. it takes her right in the center of everything on the deck -- startling her for a brief moment being the heart of it all. unintentionally, she darts quickly away from the mess by using her shimmer -- which cause a huge breeze to a few trenches. they look around confuse and bewilder with "what was that" look on their faces. and some whatever they were carrying, now drop by their feet or flown off their hands.

not that jinx feels sympathetic over it, of course. she just wanted to get out of there and have some breathing room. she now sits on the ledge comfortably to look out over the waters. zaun had been a city filled with smog, pollution, pipes, machinery, and echoes of gears. when it comes to water, they were clean for the most part but not all. some were questionable especially if one were to bathe in tiny water pools/holes. luckily for her, jinx had been fortunate all her life to not need to bathe in them. whether she was in vander or silco's care, she was blessed with plumbing. but the less unfortunate? well.

still, it's rather beautiful. maybe this could be her spot where she can sit around and think for a while when she needs it.)

iii part A. 💡 CELLAR DOOR ➜ (earworm). — ❝i find you with your scent.❞ // OPEN.
(9/14)

Even if I sleep in infinity
Don't leave my universe
Oh my Calematis

(jinx needed space and to get away. a place where her mind can just fly above the clouds and not think of her troubles for a while. she hadn't been here for a full month and already things had gotten hectic but not in her style of hectic. EARWORM is an establishment that immediately catches her attention while she's been out stomping around; leaving a trail burnt feet prints. at first, she had trouble getting in but managed to sneak on in anyway.

this place isn't the last drop but it's probably the closest thing she will ever get. so somewhere in the huge crowd of trenchies, she is there dancing to the music while occasionally speeding off to the bar to steal a few drinks. tonight is going to be a night of fun, to let loose, and with no rules!! after all, one of her many mottos had always been "rules were made to be broken".)

iii part B. OMNI ➜ (earworm). — ❝& now you won't stop calling me, i'm kinda busy.❞ // PRIVATE ROOKERY GROUP CHAT.
(9/15. 01:28AM)

Listen baby, I'm sorry
Just wanna tell you don't worry
I will be late
Don't stay up & wait for me
I said again, you're dropping out
My battery is low, so you know
I'm going to a place near by
Gotta go

(drink after shot after drink and after shot. she still couldn't get a buzz going and she was beginning to grow very irritated. but somewhere during the night, a trenchie, a man extremely older than her, gave her a mushroom to try out on the house. jinx shrugged her shoulder of a "why the fuck not?" and popped one in her mouth.

fast forward, jinx is beginning to feel the effects. her entire body in tingles with her mind buzzing smoothly. the voices in her head are literally screaming at her for attention (sometimes they're not all bad. sometimes they alert her if she's in grave danger) but they're so muffled for her; so far away. she can't seem to make out what they wanted -- probably not important. or maybe they're yelling at the fact she's been on this stranger's lap with his sleazy finger toying with her earlobe. but it doesn't matter because she is hopping off of him, anyway. he is saying something about staying but she slowly sways off deeper in the establishment.)

(occasionally, she is bumping shoulder to shoulder with strangers on accident while she moves along. her wrist gets tug sharply by someone but instantly her omen flies out of her chest to tackle down whoever it was. jinx falls on her bum -- blinking slowly at the altercation in front of her. she can't make out why this polka dotted monkey with hooves is punching an enormous poro but it's whatever. she'll just lie on the floor in the time being and lazily pulls out her omni. )

(she spots this group chat and then sends out this mess:)



heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey 😊😊😊😊😊😉😘
im
gonna be
be out
so out ok?? tmrw? ill come back tmrw.
or next tmrw.
see u idk forever later.
later.
okok 😋😙🐵🐵🐵🐵🐵🐵

iii text un: vi

[faceblocks]

[this is. not the worst thing by far that she could have seen. she's actually kind of relieved.]

heyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

so thats next tomorrow ✔️
not tomorrow tomorrow ❓
and forever later ✔️
which is also later ✔️

got it 💯 💯 💯


[she does not. have it.]

un: BOMBSHELL (1/3)

[opheliac]

YEAH TTASR RIGHT!

un: BANANA HAMA (2/3)

[opheliac]

(it appears someone jumped in to interrupt.)

This is Mr. Bananas. Jinx is under the influence with mushrooms. I'm trying to get her to leave Earworm and get her home.

It's actually harder than I thought. There's so many people here.

DIRECTLY TO BANANA HAMA'S MINDSPACE but as text

[faceblocks]

[vi can't do this, but fang fucking can because omens: they're connected.]

these sleepers i tell you. you turn your back and it's chaos. half the time not even the fun kind.

is she in danger, or very sick, or dying? does she want to come home? what is she doing right now?

[and what is forever later.]

un: BOMBSHELL (3/3)

[opheliac]

FUCK HOME. THIS IS MY HOME NOW!!! 😍😍

iii-A

[cuddlery]

[Scorpia might not exactly be the 'wild party' type of person, but living in the Cellar Door, she does like going to the Earworm and cutting loose a little every now and then. This happens to be one of those nights! She's here to have some drinks, listen to the music and do some dancing. But as she makes her way through the crowds of partiers to the bar, she stops when she sees someone familiar.]

Oh hey - Jinx! [She greets her with a smile. It's been a bit since their encounter!]

[opheliac]

(it's a good thing the music is in the middle of switching to another song, otherwise, scropia's voice would had been drowned out by the noise. at the sound of her name, she spins around to find the source and boop, there she is! with a grin, she waves enthusiastically before heading on over.)

Hiya, Clamps! Didn't think I'd run into anyone who might knew me here. It's all been a buncha strangers.

(happily, she plops herself next to her.)

[cuddlery]

[Scorpia grins at Jinx as she joins her.]

Well, you're in luck. Your pal Scorpia is here and ready for fun times! [Within reason. But drinking and dancing is good. She takes a sip from her own fruity drink while talking to Jinx.]

So how've you been? Settling in well? Oh, let me get you a drink too!

ii. willfill machine

[bleedformeplz]

[This place reminds her somewhere from her world. Never been there, but this was close enough. The dark alleys around here she was familiar with, perfect for her escapes. Part of Himiko's life revolved hiding and escaping. Her life was in the shadow, not the rooftops. Ever since she was washed to this world, she didn't need to hide much as she used. Life felt great. No one acted above the law, people left her alone. She could do whatever she wanted to do. She was living the dream.

Then she saw her cute blue hair friend enjoying the view of the waters under her feet. With a skip and jump, Himiko bounces over to her, throwing her upper body on the ledge and just let her arms hang with a content sigh.]

Pretty, isn't it.

[opheliac]

(for a split moment, jinx tenses at the sudden bounce over of someone near by her. but it only lasts a second or two before she is back to her normal self. it's a solider instinct of her to always be ready to spring into action at every given turn. although, she smiles over at her new friend then sways her legs back and forth.)

Yeah, you don't get a sight like this where I'm from. 'Less you wanna sneak up to the uppercity where it's infested with Enforcers.

[bleedformeplz]

[To be fair, Himiko is a master at stealth, and creeps up naturally like breathing air. She's practically close to an assassin with her quirk and the danger level she emits are from slim to nothing. That's because when she's mostly attempting to stab, it isn't negative. Do people dodge from a handshake?

Her arms dangle on the ledge for a brief moment, fingers twitching to get the feel of the air. The stream underneath them runs smoothly, no rush. The breeze tickles her exposed skin and hair. Even though the Willfill doesn't have the best smell, it beats better than hiding in back-alley garbage.]

You mentioned Enforcers earlier. What is your world like?

[Himiko is always curious about anyone's life. Their relatives and friends, their environment, love relationship, their ideal, almost anything.]

Is it unwelcoming?

iii-A

[foulhussy]

[ Kainé has been feeling a good bit more social this month, on account of her vileblood, an impressive transformation from a woman who had been determined to live alone in an abandoned shack and dedicate all of her time to hunting beasts. By her standards, social mostly means sitting by herself and sipping a drink as she listens to music, but it's a definite improvement. She likes to get out and explore the neighborhood where she lives.

Social enough, even, to give Jinx a nod as she comes by the bar. ]

The drinks here aren't that bad.

[opheliac]

(she exchange a glance over to the woman next to her then flashes her a grin; getting herself nice and settle to sit here for a little while.)

Is that right, Snowy? (that is her nickname, yes.) So no bugs in the ooze that'll knock me out 'till next week?

(would such a place do something horrid as that? possibly. there's always a possibility of something going astray in clubs and/or nights like these.)

ii

[aetherweaver]

[Nara'a also likes climbing. He climbed the sparse trees at home when he was young, and he likes climbing now that he's in a city. It's not unusual for him to find his way up to a deserted rooftop even without thinking about it. He's stronger now, able to climb better - and he uses that to his advantage.]

[The sudden scent of someone nearby gets his attention and he peeks over the side of the roof to see someone on a ledge underneath him. He gives her a few moments before jumping down onto an adjoining ledge, glancing over at her. She's new - or at least someone he doesn't know.]

Hey there.

[opheliac]

(while nara'a has his scent, jinx has her voices and well, her upbringing in zaun. the whispers and her instinct both alarm her there's someone near by but whether they are dangerous -- that is up in the air. and what does jinx usually do when there's some unclearness if a stranger is a friend or foe?

it's done smoothly but she swiftly unhooks the pistol off her person and aims it directly between of nara'a's brows. in a glare and perfectly still, her pinks dart around the look over this said stranger.)

If ya comin' to rob me, don't have much. Even if I did, I'll give you a five second head start before I chew you up and spit you out.

(frozen comment)

[opheliac]

( EMPTY SPACE BE EMPTY FOR SPACING. )

09.10 ➜ top-level(s) ➜ memory sharing

[opheliac]

i. — ❝when marimba rhythms start to play.❞ // OPEN.

Dance with me, make me sway
Like the lazy ocean hugs the shore
Hold me close, sway me more

❝You were suppose to be guarding the cargo.❞

ii. — ❝they say i'm cold hearted; but i'm just getting started.❞ // CLOSED TO SHARON DA SILVA.

Best to give me your loyalty
'Cause I'm taking the world, you'll see
They'll be calling me, calling me
They'll be calling me royalty.

❝Betrayal. That pain can eat you from the inside out.❞

iii. — ❝in the end, it's him & i❞ // OPEN.

He's out his head, I'm out my mind
We got the love, the crazy kind
I am his & he is mine
In the end, it's him & I
Him & I

❝Ooooh, LOOK who it is. The Boy Savior!❞

vi. — ❝girls just wanna have fun.❞ // OPEN.

This one for the pretty girls and they looks
This one for the college girls and they books
This one for the bad bitches like me
Last one for them hoes who hatin' on me
Live it up, live it up

❝Wanna join me? Come and plaaaaaay.❞

iii

[no_reload]

[As someone who had used firearms for almost his entire life, he could appreciate both the skill of lining up shots and the skill of the man to dodge them. It was a pretty little dance that ended far too soon, but it was understandable as well. Those two weren't playing for fun.

And the boy hesitated. Dumb move.

Reaper lurked in the shadow of the memory as it played out, analyzing it until the moment of the explosion. It was only then that he pushed forward further into the memory that had played out, aware that it wasn't just a memory here. He sensed life. This also wasn't his first or even second rodeo into memory sharing phenomenon.]

Nothing left to lose or nothing of value to gain? Suicide for the win... yet, you survived, didn't you?

[opheliac]

(jinx is sitting somewhere in the outdoors to get a little bit of fresh air (she is still getting use to it since zaun had polluted air) when she senses someone heading her way. a puzzling gaze but also with some concern mixed in, too. it almost sounds as if this stranger knows something.

cautiously, she then sits up right.)

... Uh. Yeah?? And what are you talkin' about?

[fogsong]

[ It's unlike the other memories she's fallen into. This one is softer and rawer than any of the others. She follows the footsteps of the story like she already knows it by heart.

"That day I let a weak man die."

He disappears under the water and rises back up as if reenacting a baptism. She watches full of uncertainty and confusion and a wealth of curiosity. She listens. She understands. Deep down inside of her, she understands. The water chills her to the bone, breaches the patchwork of her clothing, and leaves her feeling aimless.

"Betrayal, that pain that feels like it'll eat you from the inside out, can either break you or forge you into something greater."

Those words punch at something in her chest; tickle at the memories that sit at the very back of her mind, locked up tight. Memories of Dahlia. Of her black mourning veil and tearful ocean eyes as she dressed her daughter, Sharon before she was ever Sharon, in a gown of white.

"You need to let Powder" Alessa, her own mind rings out in her ears. "die"

He holds out his hand and she takes it; takes it like she would her father's. She lets him pull her towards him as he speaks and some part of her picks up Jinx's name but Sharon is lost in the memory. In the feelings it evokes. She lets this stranger. whose gentle voice and assurances remind her of Christopher so much it hurts, lower her into the cold water. She doesn't struggle even as the water covers her eyes and fills her nose and her mouth. She just lets it. She gives in to it.

When she's finally free of the book and the memory it holds, she's gasping. Crying. Yearning for her father's hands and the way he could make her feel big in a world that made her feel painfully small. It isn't until well into the night that she remembers Jinx's name and finally pulls out her omni.

She shoots a quick text message. She's not sure if she should, not sure if she should bring it up, but it wouldn't feel right to keep that memory to herself. She shouldn't have seen that private moment between what she believes is father and daughter. ]

Hey. I think I came across a book about you.

[opheliac]

(jinx is in the middle of undoing her braids. it's always a long going process but in some way, it's a calming routine. sometimes she gets others to braid or unbraid them for her but when it's solely her, it gives her quiet time and space with just her and no one else. a time for her mind to calm, her heart to not thump rapidly -- allowing her slender fingers to comb out her twists in a slow and steady pace.

her omni is sitting at the window sill when she spots going active in her provisional vision. she isn't sure who would be texting her right now. it's not like she made a lot of friends here to the point she'll get called or get texted throughout her days. jinx had only been in this new city, new world for a few days. so who?

she gets up to approach with curiosity and see a familiar username. and reading the message, her heart stills a little. jinx had heard about these books about having people's memories or lives within the pages. and she's been secretly praying to whomever god out there for no one to stumble upon hers. but... it appears there's no way to avoid them. )

hey.
what did u see?

i

[survivalthroughhate]

[Maul watches the chaos from a distance away with a smirk on his face as Jinx causes destruction and death. For someone so tiny, she certainly can kick a lot of ass when she wants to. It looks like she's enjoying herself too until she's holding onto the pink-haired warrior and calling out 'Vi...?' in a questioning tone.

That look on her face causes Maul to stop smiling. Something's gone wrong here, something she wasn't expecting. He's unaware because no one close to him has ever told him but he wears a similar one when caught up in his own flashbacks. Maul's got very specific things that trigger his PTSD, one of the main ones being lightning-based attacks. It's amazing how often he runs into people who actually possess that ability and are willing to use it on him.

Of course, he's not surprised that the way Jinx chooses to deal with however she's feeling is by causing more death and raising hell. That's a perfectly healthy coping mechanism in his mind. This time he instinctively ducks as the bullets ring through the air, not wanting to end up added to the body count. When it looks like she's run out of bullets, he comes closer. He's wary. Having been in the memories of others before, this could go a number of ways.]

Did you have fun?

[opheliac]

(hearing someone approaching her after sevika walks off from her, jinx quickly whips her machine gun sharply to maul. her fingers gripping on the handle and already in a stance to go for another round (if...she has bullets leftover).)

Back off, Horn Man! 'Less you wanna holey cheese for the rats to eat. — It's gettin' close to lunch time for 'em.

(frozen comment)

[opheliac]

( EMPTY SPACE BE EMPTY FOR SPACING. )