[March Catch-All Log]

[hijinxer]

Who: Jinx (hijinxer) and YOU
What: Arrival, March TDM Prompts, Exploring, Bloodhound Training & April TDM Prompts
When: Throughout March & Early April
Where: Around Darcmouth, Cellar Door

Content warnings: Typical cw’s that follow Jinx are mental illness with symptoms of psychosis, potential for violence, drug mentions. More specific warnings have been added to each individual prompt.


I. Father Shores

[ while jinx has shed her squid form long enough to have acquired most of her belongings back from the trenchies who stole ‘em, the unsettling feeling she’s had in the pit ofh er stomach hasn’t given her a moment of peace. everything about this place feels like it’s meant to be home, but that has to be a lie, right?

all around her, people talk about starting a new life, building a community, finding family and it’s rubbed jinx’s nerves raw. she winds up back at the beach where everything started with pow-pow and fishbones laid down besides her as she narrows her eyes and glares at what appears to be a shining blue marble pinched between her thumb and index.

they tell her the ocean water isn’t safe, and somehow that only reminds her of the poisoned sludge that runs through the undercity. it’s reassuring in a way that it shouldn’t be. in some fucked up way, she thinks silco would have liked this place and its on the nose glorification of drowning and rebirth.

she tosses the blue sphere up into the grey sky, and catches it, closing her fingers around it and yells.

have you had enough?

jinx slams her fist down hard into the warm sand, breathing hard. ]

Do you really think we can just start over?

[ is it that easy? what if she doesn’t want to start over? who she’s speaking to is unclear. it could be the ringing shadow of murmuring voices in her head, one of many new squids starting to acquire a new physical form. it could even be you. ]

II. Moss King’s House

A. Burial - cw: claustrophobia, buried alive
[ there’s absolutely such a thing as exercising better judgment and not doing questionable shit like swallowing random magical pills that appear next to you for seemingly no reason. but no risk, no glory.

unfortunately for jinx though, she happens to have rolled a ‘one’ and no sooner than the screaming agony of being immolated consumes her whole, she finds herself stuck inside a dark, confined space. it’s pitch black and even the tiniest movements of her limbs has her brushing against the walls of her new cage. ]

HEY! [ she yells instinctively, giving the space above her a solid kick. the lid of the coffin barely budges, but it doesn’t stop her from kicking and screaming repeatedly. ] Hey, get me outta here!

B. Discovery
[ now that she’s escaped her premature burial, jinx is out and about and poking around every corner of the moss king’s summer home. she eyes all the various stolen nicknacks from around the multiverse, eyes bright and alive with curiosity. currently holding her interest is a cute scepter with a shiny gem on top that catches the light and refracts it into a multitude of rainbows. if she knew what magical girls were, then she’d know what this is... but alas. she gives it a wave, and it casts pink light like a sparkler and jinx positively coos in delight. ]

Aren’t you a pretty thing ... [ she laughs, twirling the scepter in her hands and laughs as she’s showered in pink shimmering sparks. ]

But what would some stuffy guy calling himself the Moss King want with you, huh?

III. Earworm

A. Party - cw: alcohol
[ of all the places jinx has seen so far, it’s the cellar door area that happens to remind her most strongly of zaun. the high spirits, the loud music, the bars, the seediness of it all manages to take just a little of the edge that’s been boiling away internally.


wanting to forget every troubling thought in her head if only for one night, jinx sits herself down at the bar and downs whatever they have on brew. again, again and again. despite her waif like appearance, the girl’s got sky high tolerance. catch her at the bar where she’ll greet you merrily with: ]

You look way too sober. Drink.

[ or alternatively, catch her on the dancefloor, raving and waving her arms wildly in time to the music. when this song comes on, jinx squeals and grabs the nearest person with an excited: ]

That’s my jam!

B. Afterparty - cw: intoxication, assault, violence
[ it’s late at night by the time jinx leaves the club and she isn’t exactly looking to be the most stable on her feet. she sways from side the side as she walks down the streets, hiccupping and giggling to herself. she’s a small girl, and one that apparently looks like an easy target for a local trenchie to try and pickpocket for valuables.

it is... perhaps not their luckiest day.

jinx’s head may be swimming, but she’s lived in the undercity long enough to know to keep her wits and personal belongings about her and this trenchie is about to be the focal point for her rage. the trenchie shoves her against a wall, holding a knife to her throat.

jinx looks positively feral as her face splits into a wide, toothy grin. ]

Wanna try me?

[ in the next couple of moments, the air is thick with the trenchie’s screaming and the scent of fresh blood as jinx beats the man’s face over and over with the butt of a pistol. she laughs, practically giddy with delight as she straightens up and wipes the blood spatter off her face. the trenchie meanwhile lies barely conscious on the ground. ]

Well, well, well. Think you learned your lesson about stealing from poor, innocent girls? [ she stomps hard on his chest. ] Speak up! i can’t hear ya.

[ another stomp. thoroughly engrossed in this bit of catharsis, jinx doesn't even notice someone else arriving on the scene. when she does? she merely smiles sweet over her shoulder. ]

Whatcha lookin' at there?

IV. Spoils of War - cw: blood blisters, possible blood consumption by blodhounds

[ god, it's been... how many times that she ended up being dragged around in survival mode in either the jungle of the catacombs? don't ask. it'll instantly put her in a bad mood.

instead of being unceremoniously sucked underground, jinx can be seen walking around with a bloodhound on a leash. notably, said bloodhound has got one of its antlers sprayed blue, the other pink. it is also currently sniffing at a very ugly blood blister, licking it and very much being a monster about its next meal.

the way jinx coos to it though? seems more like she's talking to a baby. ]

Sheesh, you eat a lot, Horny. Is that normal for you?

[ because the unfortunately named doggo can obviously answer? as jinx spots you pass by, she waves: ]

Hey, you got any experience with these things?

V. Blessed Are the Curious

A. Rose Tinted Glasses - cw: mind alteration, hallucinations
[ jinx is, in a word, enraptured. the golden moths have transformed dreary old trench into the most beautiful place she's ever seen. the fact that it kind of reminds her of piltover leaves a bitter taste in her mouth, but how exactly is she meant to stay in a foul mood when there are songbirds flittering around the trees?

she croons as she skips down a golden path (in reality nothing more than a dirt road) and proceeds to hold out her hand to see if one of the brightly colored birds wants to land in her hand. there are, of course, no birds, only the golden moths. one does make the mistake of sitting on her palm and jinx immediately aims a fingergun at it and mimes shooting at it. ]

Boom.

[ she laughs, as the "bird" flies away and continues to skip down the road. ]

Heh the life of a real princes, huh?

B. Undoing the Past - cw: deeaging, death, depictions of death by impalement and crush injuries in linked video
[ eventually jinx reaches the archway marked with the "▲" symbol and anyone who happens to be following will find themselves transported to an old factory. it's late at night with only the full moon to illuminate the inside of the worn down cannery.

but all is not quiet. it's this moment. the night of jinx's biggest mistake and the foundations of the cannery are practically shaking with the force of the fighting going on at the other side of the door.

jinx gasps, eyes round as she stands there frozen in place. has she learned anything? is i can fix this truly any better than i can help?, she looks down at the monkeybomb held tight in her hands with the glowing blue orb clasped between the cymbals of the clockwork monkey.

she doesn't even register right away that her perspective is changing by the second. everything around her is getting taller -- or more accurately, she's getting shorter as the years lift away and she begins the process of being unmade.

with an almost manic shriek, she yanks the unrefined hexgem out of the clockwork monkey and takes several deep breaths. on the other side of that door though, vi, clagger, mylo and vander are all in huge trouble and there's a hulking beast high on shimmer and... the man who would eventually take her in as his daughter. heart pounding, she slumps against the door, hyperventilating. ]

I don't know what to do! I have to save them!

Comments

[forwantofahorse]

Bleaugh. [Sayo sticks out her tongue as if the the accent had a taste just as awful as its quality.] I know, right? Now I need to wash my mouth out with cheap liquor.

Even if it's on this guy's wallet, it's about the PRINCIPLE of the thing.

[If this incident happened a few months ago—well, Sayo wouldn't have joined in for several reasons, but even if she did she would've contributed far less to lugging the lug around. Now she has at least some muscles courtesy of Johnny, although they still put her at around the strength of an average person whose body wasn't wracked by trauma. There's a visceral satisfaction to helping Jinx carry him inside and toss him onto the dive's floor like he's a disgusting garbage bag. Sayo dusts her hands as if she's accomplished a particularly onerous chore at the exact same time as Jinx, and when Sayo realizes they're doing the same thing she giggles.

She seems surprised when Jinx holds out her hand to take; it's such a friendly gesture for someone she met less than five minutes ago. But there's no judgment in her gaze, and she breaks out with a warm (but still fanged, jagged and sharp) smile as she takes it.]

I would be much obliged.

I'll have whatever you're having. Cheap liquor loves company and all that.

[hijinxer]

[ there's honestly something kinda thrilling about all this that's hard to articulate. more than just the familiar rush of adrenaline jinx gets from violent anarchy, there's something about having friendly company who is just as unrestrained as herself. she's not used to it at all. her associates back home had largely been silco's burly shimmer pushing thugs rather than girls her age and she's.... having fun? more fun?

it's a good thing the dive they've entered is playing some boppers on the airwaves because if jinx cared to dive any deeper into that thought, she'd be more strongly reminded of the days when vi and their group would go around stealing shit from the pilties for a laugh. but times have changed, vi has changed and would rather be running around with the very enforcers they used to give the middle finger to.

but jinx has sayo's hand in hers and it's where her focus stays when she smiles right back and tugs the girl along with her to the bar. ]

Hooooow about some shots of tequila?

[ she plops herself down on a barstool. it's going to burn like hell on the way down, but there's a kind of appeal to that, too. ]

Or would the lady like something all fancy?

[ not that she has any clue what it is the pilties drink. sugarcane and molten gold for all she knows. ]

[forwantofahorse]

[Sayo has seen herself reflected in so many people since she's come to Trench. There was all too much of her pain in Ange's eyes, every time she had a quiet moment with Kaworu and felt camaraderie in the inescapable feeling of orbiting humanity instead of being part of it, black tea enjoyed with a fellow monster in Chara...

...but this is the first time she's seen someone else with the wild-eyed glee she'd felt when she'd fallen to Nephele or caught a glimpse of the tearoom, the release in finally grasping for control of the world even if you crushed it in your grip after so long being ground under its heel.

It's exhilarating, finally being able to share that with someone else.

And she's definitely not letting go of Jinx's hand. (The last time she was seen, truly seen on her own world, she would've given anything for him to never let go.)]

My poison of choice is usually absinthe. Old man had way too much of the stuff, I practically had to drink it just to get it out of my sight, and I guess I got a taste for it along the way. Funny how that works.

I'm not in the mood tonight, though. Tequila it is!