★ DEC. (CATCH ALL); a girl want fun & a girl wanna sin some.

[opheliac]

Who: jinx & YOU
When: all of december
Where: all throughout trench
What: things that will happen with her during this month. some will be open & some will be private. all jinx's top-levels, some her omni texting, and some of her one-on-one will permanently go here for the month.
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






►OBLIGATED TREEHOUSE VISITATION.◄

WEEK 1 (12/01 - 12/03)
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WEEK 2 (12/04 - 12/10)
█ JINX ➜ 12.10➜ EVENT.

WEEK 3 (12/11 - 12/17)
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WEEK 4 (12/18 - 12/24)
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WEEK 5 (12/25 & 12/31)
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code credit to: thisismanx

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➤ JINX'S TREEHOUSE.

[opheliac]

Ding Dong! 🔔

come on, take me closer to the edge now.

(click box for more fancy words.)

(comment here to visit jinx @ her home or drop her a written letter! 💙💙)

(frozen comment)

[opheliac]

( EMPTY SPACE BE EMPTY FOR SPACING. )

what i'm looking for — (winter mourning).

[opheliac]

❝Where the good times gone?❞

❝all that stupid fun. all the shit we've done.❞

(click box for more fancy words.)

Out in the back in the old corn field
Underneath the tractor wheel
Thought I'd dig 'till I found it first
Broke my back & died of thirst
Well you can bribe the devil, you can pray to God
You can sell off everything you've got
& you still won't know

❝how did we get here? well, i used to know you so well.❞ // private to vi.

❝what could had been.❞ spoilers of last ep of season 1 // open.

❝'cuz if i gotta bu-bu-burn it all down, then we'll burn it all down. my oh my, look at who ends up bigger this time?❞ // private to qrow.

❝got a criminal record, can't cross state lines.❞ & ❝walking down the aisle, still straining you.❞ // private to viktor.

❝i'm always going to be daddy's little girl.❞ // private to tory.

❝there's nothing stronger than a love between dads and daughters.❞ // private to sansa. cw: eye poking (and vi too maybe??? if she wants to watch it with sansa tee hee) ◄ ooc: this could a sansa/vi thread if you want. unless you want jinx to... jump in to have a 3 way tag idk how that works

❝you like to think you're never wrong. you have to act like you're someone❞ // private to lance.

❝when i look into your eyes, there's nothing there to see. nothing but my own mistakes staring back at me.❞ // private to jun.

❝stick it to 'em like a stick of dynamite, cyanide on the side, oooh, i love the limelight.❞ // open. ◄ ooc: okay this one is a little tricky. it is more caitlyn than jinx. but idk, pretend in RP magic that jinx is sitting there further way with a microphone or....something.

❝you think i'm crazy. you think i'm gone. so what if i'm crazy? all the best people are.❞ // private to maul.

what i'm looking for (winter mourning)

[faceblocks]

[this is a place vi hasn't seen in ...years. she hadn't been back, never had the time to - there had been no luxury of making the rounds, nor the desire to reopen old wounds, to wake old ghosts. it had been a nonstop crazy, traumatic ride and oh, some ghosts were woken anyway, but this is new.

(but still familiar)

it looks much the same when she steps through, aware that she's following her sister but knowing it's a dream, or maybe a memory. it doesn't have the unsettling quality the previous memories (either of them) did, but it's not peaceful, it's dead calm an too quiet in a tense sort of way. also, there's no way her sister wouldn't hear her following just behind - and somehow she just knows:

she doesn't hear me.

i'm not supposed to be here.

but she is, and she watches as her sister picks up the plate (powder had scribbled mylo's face on it in he same style she'd scribbled on her bombs (whisker) and it's still there) it's the same, just dusty, forgotten.

the head-cock at the shooting area - and the rip crack bang giggle as she lets that crow have it without any real thought, or so it seems. a lot of things seem a lot of ways, and she knows that what's on the surface isn't always a reflection of the inside - but the next thing certainly is.

head bowed in solemn determination, what is it that jinx is seeing, here, fists clenching, the air full of glitching light, of echoes that might be coming from either of their heads. an overlay, and overlap of sound and sight and scribbled chalk on a sensememory - her own face (a monster) - her sister's face (hearts replace eyes) - fractions and fragments from a fractured mind, a punch overlaps a slap overlaps a caress overlaps a scream - and jinx's moves are echoes of violet's own as she hits, hits, hits her targets.

well, maybe not the intended targets.

if the blows are meant for her she'll take them gladly - she still holds the blame for this, and she will make herself watch every shitty moment of what she'd created.

she can see herself through her sister's eyes, and powder's (she'd still been powder, then. somewhere. kind of.) hurt, the rage the disbelief and disgust and utter despair are all matched and turned back and inward, and at the end of it - she finds her own scream echoing that of her sister's.

the scoreboard hovers over the both of them as vi speaks.]

You could beat it easy, now.

[what's 4800 to 4406? chump change.]

[opheliac]

( the moment the real jinx spots this area, vi, and her memory!self waltzing through the glass entrance, she attempts to sink somewhere in the shadows with the wreath still in her hand. there is no blending in the dark in a memory, but it's still an instinct for her to do as she still tries. and having to relive this again only boils old fire and blood through her veins.

and it's easy to detect how it's getting to her just by glancing at the tips of her locks -- it's twisting into a crimson color and steadily making its way up her pigtails. her jaw is clenching with her nostrils flaring as she watches the memory!self going to full on rage over the machine. because she knows what the score will be and it's just an excuse for mylo to crackle in her ears again. and whatever state zaun is in nowadays, that score will still be a mockery to her. )

( the second the "ding" echoes in the room, the girl ducks her head down with a stiff grip on the crown. a shot is fire at the plate and if that isn't enough to push her to the edge, vi's "encouraging" words gave an extra nudge. beat it now? no. that score should had been surpassed the first go round. she had been training during her sister's absence so she could be better than her. and while they are now in trench together, vi had been here maybe a month and a few weeks before her. and it's a no brainer she'd been training here so there's a head start.

jinx stomps on forward; purposely shoulder nudging her big sister out of the way as she makes her way to the machine. there's very little strive to give a glimpse at her memory!self as she marches pass; one leaving, one climbing up. and here she is again, standing face to face with the machine with mylo's face staring back at her. jinx lets go of the wreath finally before taking a weighty breath. her slender fingers curl then uncurl to crack any stiffen bones. and then? she throws a punch. but what she hadn't expected is her jab goes through the cushion -- so she falls forward until she regains her footing. )

( jinx blinks once. twice in disbelief. can... can she not interact with anything here? that... can't be right. refusing to think this is true, the blue haired girl tries again -- another jab to a different padding. same result. she stumbles back with a hitch in her breathing. her eyes glance down at her own hands and then up to the scoreboard. she can't change it. that tally is stuck up there for everyone to see; to haunt her.

there's a small head twitch to her -- a sign surely vi had learned now indicating mylo or whoever is hissing is speaking in her mind. and it seems to be a painful whisper this time as she groans in anguish with an immediate grip to her head. and if vi tries to take a step towards her baby sister, she should be wary.

because within a millisecond, her hair sparks full on red then yelps out an outburst. filled with rage and frustrations, she tries again and again to punch (with flames this time) to each cushion in hopes to hit something. and when that doesn't do anything, jinx hastily snatches the wreath from the ground -- shredding the decor with her fingers with parts of it fizzling with ember. everything about this place should burn and become nothing but dust. it's worthless, useless, and horrid. it doesn't deserve to stand tall any longer than it needs to. and destroying this wreath isn't satisfiying enough. she needs something bigger to wreck apart. a building, a person, a colony. just anything besides this stupid lei. )

[faceblocks]

[none of this is hard to read for vi - not even if her sister hadn't been color coded for ease. it's painful to watch. to hear. she can't do anything. and the worst part isn't that she can't do anything it's that jinx can't - her blows don't land. they should land. that would be fair.

well, that gets a bitter laugh. when was anything fair? why had trench shown her this? to see how much jinx had wanted to beat that score? how much it still haunted her.

how much her past (powder) still haunted her?

probably. she's not sure how it's helpful yet - it seems more hurtful to jinx than anything else, and that's backed up when the girl shreds the wreath, fireflickers and ashy embers falling to the ground.

it hurts, but this can't be anything compared to what her sister's feeling. so she takes one step forward.]

Hey. If this shit won't let you prove yourself, c'mere. Let's go.

[opheliac]

( still in fury, she snaps a look to vi with her tone strong. it's not necessarily geared towards her but just the situation; her past.)

Let's go where?

( as in leave this place? didn't she already made it clear neither of them can do anything in this memory? simply walking out seems like a no-go option. )

[mehanizovati]

[the memories are... unexpected.

when aren't they, really. he's been trying to avoid wreathes himself, sky's death too raw to consider reliving or being witnessed, but the trench apparently had other plans about a momentarily return trip to a far more recognizable world.

an unfamiliar lab but so very Zaun in its makeshift nature. the hexgem, their notes, the girl and her odd collection of puppets. the way she scampered from the violent first response with the blind terror of a child. her words, ones he doesn't have enough of the story of to understand.

he's takes a seat at a nearby bench. he'd been on his way home and now he feels- he isn't sure. jinx is such a complicated matter, so personal and so distant at the same time. sometimes he wishes things could just be easy. black and white.

out comes his omni after a moment, calling her, allowing for video that really only shows the dim evening light. he isn't sure if she experienced the memory too, he could just pretend he didn't. he won't. whether she picks up or it's a message left he says,]

You're right about his notes, they were incredibly dry when he was trying to be professional. Then again I'm not sure we could have gotten away with calling it a... what was it? A 'mathy, magicky gateway to the land of heebie jeebies.'

[opheliac]

( so jinx had caught on about these memories happening again. except this time, it's not books but wreaths. and thankfully, she's been keeping herself far away from those damned things after coming across a few with her sister. although, wouldn't it be grand to stumble upon some of the boy savior's memories? maybe she could come across one where it'll lead to his little hidey-hole. sure, it wouldn't matter now, but it would be a nice to have one mystery solved.

her omni becomes active and informing her that she is receiving a call. jinx finds it odd it's from viktor and she can hope maybe today her speech will cooperate a little better. it has its on and off days. so when she answers, it's video on her side, too -- her sitting on the couch with her omen (spider-monkey)'s arms link around her neck to look over.

magic-y gate...oh! he is getting a memory of her fiddling with the gemstone for the first time. with a cocky grin, the girl tilts her head to the side.)

Well, it way better than how HE got it down. His notes were waaaaay too long to get to the point...!

( a pause. )

I think I might have cranked it up too fast and that's why it went off like that. ... Or didn't like my lil' flimsy platform. — Shit's picky.

[mehanizovati]

[the omen is fitting now that he sees it. he's a little surprised she picked up, but he's also still surprised he called at all.]

You haven't seen the worse of it. He used to doodle in the margins and ask himself questions.

[hm, not sure he wants to talk about jayce with jinx so. moving on. despite himself his lips quirk to hear that.] Ah, classic mistake. We did similar when we first stabilized it. It broke all of the dean's windows. [good times.] It always needs the push more than a gentle hand, I've found over the years. Despite the circumstances I'm still impressed you mastered it so quickly.

[hey, credit where credit is due.]

[opheliac]

Pfft, loser.

( doodling part is okay but asking himself questions? who does that but a nerd? and whoever this guy is must be a major one. and is stroking jinx's ego a dangerous one? very possibly. but on the bright side, at least she appears to be in a good mood and not a chaotic one. and her being in a nice mood often means people get to live peacefully for another day. )

— Yeah, well. I've been tinkerin' around since I was kid. Didya hear about how all of my weapons were made by me and by scratch? I picked up whatever scrap I found in the Lanes and pieced it all together.

Been tryin' to do somethin' like that here. But it's a lot... tricker since it's not home. I'm workin' on starting a business where I'll make weapons or repair 'em for a trade. But! I'll also take calls for repairing normal gadgets too and make keys if anyone needs one. Do a lil' lock picking and offerin' dummies in the back if anyone wanna try out their new toys.

( she pauses for a moment as her monkey shifts in her arms; wanting to be held in which she obliges. )

I make models or other every day stuff, too. If ya need a telescope, I can probably make ya one. You seem like the type that'll be into it.

cw: disassociation from reality and self-harm mentioned

[survivalthroughhate]

[Since this isn't the first time Maul has been thrust into one of Jinx's memories. He thinks he knows what to expect. He's wrong, so very wrong.

He hasn't seen Jinx at her craziest before, even when she's been shooting at him with bullets spraying everywhere. This is something else and it reminds him far, far too much of the years he spent isolated on Lotho Minor. Isn't that just what he'd do, listen to those that weren't really there like his master telling him things and scratch at his arms or head without realizing what he'd done until he was already bleeding? The madness that had entered his mind and which had only abated due to it literally being pulled out by his mother.

It simultaneously makes him want to give the girl a hug and also run away from this painfully real scene. Paralyzed with indecision, he can only stand there and watch as Jinx unravels and tries to put herself back together.]

[opheliac]

( the real jinx had been sitting somewhere in the sidelines as the memory version of herself goes through this... process. even with her outside looking in, this whole situation doesn't phase nor scares her. because this is the norm even now. some days for her in trench are worse than others and she can't tell him how many times she's broken her bathroom mirror. her poor omen must be growing tired of seeking out for its replacement. maybe it would be better for her not to have any mirrors in her home at all.

so slouching nearby, the girl cocks her head to the side with her arms crossed. )

Scared?

( because he should be; everyone should be. "excise your doubts, jinx. be what they fear, jinx".)

[survivalthroughhate]

Not yet.

[That's no insult meant towards Jinx. It's just that the list of things that can frighten Maul is very short, with most of them being far more intangible than physical, besides his obvious innate fear of his master. Things like fear of losing his loved ones, never having enough power, and always afraid of more suffering that was set to come towards him in his life.]

More alarmed than anything else.

[opheliac]

Oh? Ya mean you hadn't noticed I can get a lil'... (what's the world she should use?) — excited?

(more like crazy but she doesn't like to call herself that. she is just unique, is all! if jinx ever calls herself crazy, it's just to tease at herself. because sometimes you have to laugh at yourself, right? )

[icanhearscreams]

[He's almost unsurprised at the fact that he's seeing someone else's memories. Again. The fact that it's clearly Jinx's is a little surprising, though. He watches as who he presumes to be Silco talks to her. Tells her to let the past die...]

[Isn't that what Jun's been trying to do himself? But to let his past die completely, to become someone totally new... something feels wrong about that. But he did die, and was reborn as a squid. So what the man's saying... he's not wrong.]

[Should he believe him? Should he believe Jinx or Vi? He's not sure. He only has bits and pieces about the man, though what Vi's told him infuriates him. Jinx seems to care about him, though... he wonders who's got the truth. Do both of them? Do any of them? ... He's not sure. Maybe no one does.]

[He wavers over whether or not to tell Jinx, but he knows he'd want to know if his memories were out there. He decides to text Jinx.]

Jinx? ... Memories are hitting different people again. I got one of yours.

[opheliac]

( she's been catching on this is yet another thing going around. jinx had experienced a few herself. mostly of vi and not anyone else yet. she learned to stay fucking clear of a lot of items. )

oh yea?
which one did u get?

[icanhearscreams]

Someone (Silco?) talking to you about letting the past die and dunking you in the water.

[He's trying not to judge, but it's hard. He wants to be mad at the man, but it hurts seeing how familial the two were in... a weird way.]

slides in a month late with starbucks

[bolstafir]

[He hadn't given much thought to the girl from the forest after they'd parted ways, let alone seek her out, but this town always seems to have a way of dragging him into situations he otherwise wouldn't have chosen. Very little of the memory is comprehensible to him, honestly -- the chaos that unfolds lacking too much context for it to be at all meaningful to Qrow, but what he does fixate on is that first part.

(Sister, thought I missed her. Bet you wouldn't miss her!)

It feels familiar; there's shades of his relationship with Raven there, tilted at an angle, 45 degrees skewed. I'm not going to abandon you again is the wrong shade, and yet it tugs at him--

(You should come back, he hears an echo of his own words to his own sister, at the back of his head, The only way we beat her is by working together. All of us.

And which 'we' are you referring to?)

Qrow lets out a tired sigh, as he finds the original "Powder" in the memory. This is going to be awkward, he can already tell, and he hates it.]

Hell of a way to get reacquainted.

[opheliac]

( the real jinx hadn't been too far off from the whole memory scene. she had been sitting somewhere a little high above to observe all of this playout on the outside. and quite honestly, she is still a bit peeved over the entire thing. just the way the firelights swooped in and nabbed vi from her was downright embarrassing.

and she really should get her revenge on that sometime. maybe if she played her cards right in trench, she can gain ekko's trust and yank the rug from underneath him. it's easier said than done since the two of them had been fighting for so long. she is becoming predictable in some aspects, but maybe she can switch up her game with them being in trench. )

( she spots qrow nearby then scoffs at his comment. great, this guy had to see her screw up. pretending to not care, she leans back from the pipe she's sitting on so she can swing off from it -- hanging upside down and using her legs to support her. )

You mean us or that?

( jinx thumbs over at her memory self storming off the platform in frustration when she is now left alone to herself. )

[bolstafir]

Both, maybe.

[He'd meant the two of them, mostly, but really, it applies to both. Whatever's going on down there is obviously a hot mess.

Qrow hesitates a moment, unsure about revealing this vulnerability, and yet -- he knows how the town works. Might as well rip off the bandaid.]

It's always complicated with family, huh?

winter mourning

[azurestar]

[Lance remembers the winter mournings, they resulted in some pretty awful walks down memory lane last year. And sometimes they're just not easy to avoid, even when you know what they do and you're actively trying not to activate them around the city.

When he sucks in a sharp breath once the memory starts and sees where they are… his first thought is relief that it's not one of his. His next thought is wow this memory's room is pretty dreary looking. And then he looks around for the person it belongs to and finds Jinx.]

Oh, Jinx… you okay? [He has no idea if this is about to be a bad memory or a really bad memory. Usually, they're… not great.]

[opheliac]

( the jinx he sees before him is the real one, her fingers attempting to brush along the wooden chair but they simply go through. it's a shame she can touch nor sit where silco would be during all of his busy days.

she doesn't look up to see who enters but the voice is enough to help her identify who it belonged to. )

Mmm? ... Yeah, I'm fine. You? How's tricks?

( she casually makes her way around the desk; fixating whatever is on the surface. and it's in that moment, the memory!jinx comes barging in the room -- stomping in huffs (stepping over the trap) before plopping herself in silco's chair. the girl snatches the clipboard from the table before spinning around. whatever is on the pad holds so little importance, both of the jinxs know this -- it's who comes in next that is the main attraction. all there's left to do is play the waiting game. )

[azurestar]

[His head tilts slightly as he tries to get a read on her. Not even his empathic ability is giving him much of a hint. Like, he's getting some things, but nothing strong or that he can put a name to.]

Uh, "tricks"? Like the cereal?

[That seems like a safe question for now, because he genuinely doesn't know. Or perhaps he did at one point? He wanders over to the desk to look at the stuff on it and then the memory Jinx busts in and his head snaps to her. She doesn't look too different, so this must be pretty recent. And he notices the trap when she avoids it…]

Sooo is this about to get explosive? [He looks a little concerned about it because these memories can sometimes cause harm to the viewers.]

[opheliac]

( sometimes she just doesn't get lance. "tricks like the cereal"? what the heck does that even mean? but either way, it's probably not important. the real jinx maneuvers back around to glance down to her memory version. she leans in to wave her hand in front of the other's face to see if her memory self will get a reaction. and nope. nothing. the other self continues to sit and idly flipping through pages of a clipboard.

standing up right, the real one hops back a few steps to stand by lance; hands behind her back. )

Nope! — It's about to get really funny!

( is that a relief? that depends. jinx has a weird taste of what "funny" is. and soon the door opens, a larger dark skin woman with a mechanical arm says and out of breath, "we lost her". the memory!jinx spins around to face the adult while pointing to her with a clipboard, "lost who"? the woman does a mistake by stepping forward into the wire -- smoke filling the air as the memory!jinx slips on a mask to cover her nose. the adult struggle to reach to the blue-haired girl, coughing and gasping which memory!jinx simply waves to her with her fingers. and with that? the lady sinks to the floor; out cold. )