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[stompadour]

Who: Jasper etc.
When: Pretty much whenever this month
Where: Various prompts
What: Various prompts
Warnings: Jasper is a jerk


1: SELF DEFENCE CLASS
A couple of times a week, Jasper teaches self-defence classes in the rec area. They are not the best taught classes there are – Jasper is kind of the quintessential mean drill sergeant gym teacher – but if you're willing to get yourself learned how to punch and you're not a complete feeble disaster, then you will, at least, get learned how to punch. I'm not gonna tag through an actual lesson, but if you want to thread something with your character and Jasper while she stands around waiting for everybody to show up (or for everybody to leave) I am hella down for it!


2: LATER IN THE DAY
It's well after her class for that day is over when Jasper sneaks back to the rec area.

Or, well, perhaps 'sneaks' isn't the word – Jasper carries herself with the same decisive, commanding air as usual as she makes her way through to the exercise equipment, but there is nonetheless something furtive about the way she glances around the area to make sure there's no one else around. It's late enough that she feels like there shouldn't be... but... She needs to make sure, before she does what she's about to do.

What she's about to do turns out to be attempt to use the weight machine. She has, in the past, pooh-poohed the concept of 'working out', finding the fact that humans and organic life forms need to work to maintain their physical traits rather than possessing them innately kind of absurd (although she supposes it explains their having no biologically defined roles, inefficient though that might be). But she's kind of curious. Eyes narrowed, she tugs on the machine with one large, orange finger. What if...


3: THE KITCHEN
Today's dinner was terrible. So terrible, in fact, that you feel it is necessary to go to the kitchen to complain.

Unfortunately this brings you face to face with Jasper, who after months of weekly kitchen duty has... well, she's made progress. She's managed to grasp by now that not literally anything organic can constitute food, and she's been taught the difference between necessary amounts of cooking versus charring a meal into a blackened mess. She's not poisoning anyone. It's just that some of the finer points of things like... flavour combinations, or and acceptable amounts of seasoning... continue to escape her.

(Not least because she point-blank refuses to put any of these things in her mouth. She knows what happens if you eat stuff, thank you very much.)

"There a problem?"

She does not look sympathetic.


4: WILDCARD
If you want to run into Jasper elsewhere, she can be found on Moro deck checking in on her cats, outside Peridot's armory looming at people trying to seek entry without an appointment (she thinks this is a little silly but whatever, she's Peridot's bodyguard), or... more or less anywhere except the gardens, mess hall or swimming pool, pretty much!

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[dragonspride]

Kain lurked along the edge of the room, just watching the classes after slipping in partway through lessons; he was out of uniform, and had only bothered with the slacks from the "casual" outfit he'd been given over his altered thermals. He was half-leaning on the wall on his wings, tail curled around his feet, arms folded.

He was a failure at keeping a bemused smirk off his face, and was starting to seriously consider entering the class just for perversity's sake and idle curiosity how a monster's strength matched to the unfamiliar alien's.

"Have you been handling training long?"

He's trying to sound neutral, really he is, but 'sarcastic ego' is just not staying out of his voice.

[stompadour]

Jasper arches an eyebrow, not impressed in the least by his tone.

"A few months," she says, folding her arms. She doesn't say anything else, but the way she's looking down at him is a pretty clear challenge to voice his opinion.

wildcard, moro deck!

[backsassin]

Jasper might be in their room on Moro Deck to check in on her cats, but unfortunately for her, that is also the precise moment that Zam walks in. The changeling doesn’t offer a word of greeting, just strides in, scoops up the fluffier of the two cats with one hand, turns, and falls back-first onto her bed, though she’s gentle enough when she settles White Long Hair onto her stomach.

Things Jasper may or may not notice about Zam depending on her level of observation: one, there’s the acrid smell of blasterfire and burnt metal hanging about her. Secondly, she’s missing her right arm. Again.

Zam turns her head towards Jasper, using her remaining hand to pet the bewildered cat perched on her stomach.

“You would not believe the day I’ve had.”

[stompadour]

Jasper tenses when her roommate picks up White Long Hair, but just for a moment – she relaxes as Zam settles down with the cat, freeing up enough of her attention for her to notice the missing arm.

(But not the smell. Jasper isn't really good with smells.)

She raises an eyebrow.

"Yeah? Try me."

[backsassin]

“I had to get my arm cut off. By a Jedi.” In fact, the same Jedi who had cut her arm off on Coruscant, though Zam doesn’t mention that particular detail. “Those kriffing metal-eaters tore it open during the night -- which, by the way, wouldn’t have happened if you had been here.” If her tone is slightly accusatory, the words can almost be read as a compliment. She makes a face at the cat on her stomach. “And your highly-trained warrior beasts here weren’t much help either.”

She lets her head fall back on the bed with a sigh. “You know, I’ve heard stories about the universe holding grudges against people. I think this might be the first time I’ve heard of it having one against a specific limb.

[stompadour]

"Hmph," says Jasper. "You want me to stick around here all night like I'm your bodyguard?" She folds her arms, crossing the room to where Zam is lying with the cat. "What's a Jedi?"

[backsassin]

“Well, I certainly wouldn’t mind.” It’s not a serious answer. Zam’s not really thinking about the practicality of the situation so much as her own dislike of it.

“Combine a cultist and a cop, and you’ve got yourself a Jedi,” Zam explains, lifting her head with a frown when White Long Hair hops off her stomach to approach Jasper instead. “They carry these blades that can cut through almost anything -- armor, flesh, bone -- like it’s nothing but empty air.”

She lies back again. “Though I’ll admit, the one who did the slicing was actually pretty tolerable. For a Jedi, anyway.”

[stompadour]

"Hah. Pretty tolerable for someone who cut off your arm?" Jasper scoops up White Long Hair in one huge hand and casually tucks the tiny cat against her chest. She pauses a second, considering. "So what's the blade made of?"

[backsassin]

That too, [Zam says mildly, watching with an amused look as Jasper picks up White Long Hair. The cat looks small enough to be a rodent when the gem is carrying it.]

It’s a plasma blade. Never used one myself. I hear you have to be Force-sensitive to use it with any grace. [A shrug.] Or that’s just what they tell people so us laymen don’t make off with their signature weapons.

2 C:

[sparkwhisperer]

Tarn just happens to stumble upon the rec area in his exploration of the ship. Most of the halls are too small for him to squeeze down, but he does manage to find a route to lands him to where Jasper is fiddling with the weight machine.

"Well, now. What sort of contraption do we have here?"

He thinks its a torture device. He's ignorant to the world of human weight training.

god

[stompadour]

Hurriedly drawing back from the weight machine, Jasper looks up with a start – 

And then further up.

And further up...

Jasper's not completely unused to having to look a fair way up to address some gems, although usually only when a few of her fellow quartzes were fused for battle – but this is kind of above and beyond, and seeing it indoors, even with the Moira's strangely enormous ceilings... It gives her a moment's pause. Her eyes narrow, though, as they settle on Tarn's masked face. One of those... Cybertronians, presumably, or whatever they call themselves – although the last one she met was a lot smaller.

She puts a hand back on the machine. "Friend of yours?"

[sparkwhisperer]

Tarn glares as Jasper puts one of her tiny hands on the machine. He doesn't expect anything less than a bit of passive racisim from this buff...thing.

"No, but perhaps it could be useful." Tarn squeezes further into the room so that his comparatively massive frame hovers over Jasper.

"Show me how it works."

This could be the most instrumental object that he's found yet on the Moira.

[stompadour]

"Useful?" Jasper snorts. "For little humans, maybe." She raises an eyebrow, looking Tarn's massive frame up and down. "What do you want it for, hand stretches?"

[sparkwhisperer]

"Show me how it works" Tarn repeats slowly "and maybe I wont crush you into the floor of his miserable spacecraft."

He thinks she's stalling. He needs to know how this tiny human torture device works.

[stompadour]

She raises the other eyebrow as well.

"They put these weights on here," she says, pointing, "to make it harder to move these levers, and then they move the levers over and over again."

[sparkwhisperer]

Tarn doesn't understand. What is that possibly supposed to achieve?

"And then what? More weight is added?"

It must be meant for crushing humans, that's it's only logical use.

[stompadour]

Jasper shrugs. "That's what it looks like, yeah. I don't really understand how their muscles work but that must be how they do it."

[sparkwhisperer]

"Hmm...." Tarn seems to ponder the machine for a moment, rubbing his chin in thought.

"Get in it. I want a demonstration." She may not be human, but she's close enough in Tarn's book.

2 rolls in here literally 2 weeks late

[diamondslap]

"You're going to break something, darling." Aurelia says flatly, having been watching Jasper. She's finished with her own little set of Keeping Fit For Murder and was just about to leave when the Big Punch Master entered; the one Aurelia finds rather curious. Interesting, even.

Perhaps the hair was lost.

[stompadour]

Jasper straightens up almost guiltily, looking around at Aurelia with a kind of unnecessary glare.

"You think I don't know how to be careful?"

[diamondslap]

"I think you could probably flatten this room and murder everyone in it if you wanted to."

It's the being an 8ft tall twitching mass of muscles thing.

"Poking things and breaking them is dreadfully ungainly, don't you agree? That particular model is rather outdated, anyway. It might fall apart if you look at it oddly."

[stompadour]

She rolls her eyes. "Yeah, and lucky for you I don't want to," she snaps. "You really think I'm incompetent?"

[diamondslap]

"Of course. No, darling, if I thought you were incompetent I'd say it." she says, frowning.

"Tell me, can you actually use these weight machines? Do you even need to?"

Like seriously. She's curious - Jasper looks like she'd need to bench press a train car.

[stompadour]

Jasper folds her arms. "No, I don't. Gems don't need to work to maintain strength like humans do."

[diamondslap]

Big...

"Ah, yes. I seem to remember you mentioning that a month or so ago. I was given a delightful demonstration of your helmet, too. Did you put it to good use on Emiri or Ceta?"

Aurelia is mildly annoyed she forgot to seek Jasper out. She wanted to see that.