Video -|- un: nunya

[assholic]

[The video starts with a shot of the invitation that she'd received, the writing bold and clear before she tosses the invite down and directs the camera up to her face, which looks entirely unimpressed.]

Tell me I'm not the only one that feels like this is some lame attempt to gather certain people into a specific area for an unknown reason, aka, a fucking trap?

[Someone was feeling especially incapable of trusting anyone from this world or any of the Orbiters. She held up the ring she'd gotten, not wearing it, but showing it.]

And as far as some kind of... compensation for the shit some people went through, this feels pretty weak to me. An invite to a trap-party, a gold coin, and a pretty little bauble, because clearly I'm that easily distracted and easy to appease. They realize that people died during this, don't they? And we're all supposed to just slap a smile on, pull out a dress, and go along with this like this isn't a giant fucking joke?

[There was a look on her face like she was really, really hoping someone would be as salty as she was over this.]

Maybe it's just in my nature to think everyone's out to screw me over, but when I've already been screwed over, and not in the fun way, I'm not exactly feeling inclined to bend over for round two. There have to be other people that think this is shady shit...

[Please tell her there were other people out there that thought this was shady shit.]

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[assholic]

[She holds the ring up, waggling it between her fingers.]

I'm not exactly the ring type. Or the jewelry type. Or the stupid consolation cracker jack box toy type.

[tailorable]

'Least a ring is less ostentatious. I've got a [ shifting to a posh lilt, ] brooch.

[ he fishes the bling from his pocket and flashes it in front of the camera. ]

Didn't think our royals would be on the same page anytime soon.

[ but sending out similar gifts and identical invites is potentially promising, isn't it? ]

[assholic]

[She eyed the brooch, finally getting why Brock had called it a flower.]

Aww, but it'd look so pretty on you, McMuffin. You're about eighty shades of gold anyway.

[Blonde hair, light skin, 'shining' personality. Or maybe she just liked to tease him because it was easy and more familiar.]

Considering it seems they both had groups out to kill them and overthrow the thrones, I'm pretty sure the same page is in both their best interest at the moment. People in power always seem to have some kind of buddy-buddy contingency plan.

[tailorable]

[ ah, the golden boy thing. it's been coming up more, as of late. ]

Sod off. [ he ducks his head, keeping his reaction in check. she's right about the royals, too, but "anything to save their own skins" goes unsaid. ] What do you reckon got you on the guest list, if you don't mind my asking?

[ he hadn't heard she was being deployed from Wyver, so he has to assume she was a hostage. ]

[assholic]

[A smirk from her, because yes, she'd seen that, Eggsy. You little shit.]

Near death. Let's just say it's a good thing I don't scar too easily.

[Not that she didn't have some anyway, but they all seemed to be pre-bullshit planetary move. There were a few small specks from the bites and stings, but for the most part, she was in one piece.

And then there was her head...]

[tailorable]

[ well ]

Jesus, Jess. [ he heard about physical torture, hallucinogens, and brainwashing in other groups, while his own group faced airborne toxins capable of burning the skin. ] Glad you made it back in one piece.

[assholic]

Don't start making me think you give a shit, Bacon and Eggs. It'll ruin this whole thing we have.

[Distance. Jess liked her distance, and she kept losing it here.]

[tailorable]

Note taken. [ joking over easy it is. well, after he squeezes a few more personal questions in. ]

Feeling good enough about our thing to tell me what exactly went down for your group? I get it, if not.

[ but he's pooling intel on the various groups. it's his job to ask. ]

[assholic]

Ask me in person when you can hand me a drink and maybe I'll dish a few details.

[She didn't know exactly what it was he'd done where he'd come from, but he was clearly one of those 'rushing in the middle of shit' types. If he didn't get it from her, he'd get it from someone else.]

[tailorable]

[ It's a fair response, but he absolutely intends to take her up on that suggestion. ]

It's a date. [ said in the cavalier tone of his that suggests he knows it isn't. ] Bit too unwell for border-hopping, but I'm always interested in taking it upstairs.

[ to the station, that is. ]

[assholic]

[Jessica Jones was rethinking all her life choices. Back home, she'd been a lone, salty bitch. Here, apparently she couldn't get rid of people to save her life.

Literally.]

You're buying.

[tailorable]

Naturally. [ BEAMING. ] Call me when you're done investigating this shady shindig, yeah? I'll be around.

[assholic]

You're a little shit, McGriddle. You're setting yourself up to be drunk under the table.

[tailorable]

Not bloody likely. I'm English stock.

[assholic]

Prepare to be humbled.