(OPEN) - Beneath the make up and behind the smile I'm just a girl

[gentlemenpreferblondes]

Who: J and everyone else!
When: Backdated from 1st of April to 13th. Before the trials + event log because i can
Where: J's makeup studio + bar !
What: Catch all log for this month
Warnings: Some out-dated slurs? Closed thread with Sans contains talk about the past sexual abuse and death. Will update if/when needed!



Make up

At first, way back on the January, J had only eye rolled at the job that the captains had assigned to her. Sure, go ahead and give the nelly a makeup studio, of course she'll know what to do. But it hadn't taken long from her to see the bright sides of the job. Really, having a roomful of beauty products had pretty sweet perks. The equipment they had first given to her hadn't been too great, but thanks to their stops at Eris and Emiri, she has been able to gather and add more products and items to it. Plus, she was rather lucky not to have that many customers, so her working hours were very flexible, making it possible for her to come and go just as she pleased-- which suited her better than well.

However, despite being more interested in playing hooky than keeping the shop open for potential customers, it's not too rare to find J loitering around her workshop. After all, it was perfect place for her to go and hide whenever she needed some privacy (somewhat a rarity nowadays that she has to share her bedroom with three other people). And it was good to at least let the captains think that she's doing her job.

The door's always closed but one can always tell whether she's in or not from the jazz music, more specifically: music by Marilyn Monroe -- her often singing along with it, that keeps playing whenever she's present. If someone were to open the door, they'd find J either laying on the couch while reading different kind of magazines that she's collected from the library, or then fixing her own make up.


BAR

While J loves her little 'beauty salon', and wouldn't want to trade it for anything, there was no denying that she was in her true element when working at the bar. She had been only little over 14 years old when she had gotten her first job at the shady, local pub near her school, where she had used to sneak in secret from the teachers and rest of the school staff. The only downside to this job was that it's not nearly as easy just to ditch the work now that she has a co-worker, who's more than strict when it comes to showing up to shifts.

Oh well. Good thing that she loves this job and while she's not exactly the best bartender around, as it's her first time working on this side of the counter, but at least she has some kind of clue what to do. Although, that still doesn't mean that J takes this job too seriously either. As she can most of time be found poking her MID, playing certain romance game in it, not caring whether it was a busy night or not.

She's also rather lenient about giving alcohol to people who haven't reached the legal drinking age because hey. She started using alcohol at age of 14 and she's not one to deny it from other kids.

WILDCARD!:

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Comments

closed to sans | cw: mentions of past abuse + ptsd

[gentlemenpreferblondes]

[Most of nights were peaceful for J. She's gotten used to her room at Nomo Deck, along with the people she's sharing it with, and has started to associate it with a word 'home', even though she never dared to voice it out loud.

Of course, there were bad nights too. Sometimes she had nightmares that woke her up in middle of the night, which wasn't too uncommon for her, but even then she usually had no problems with falling back to asleep, forgetting any details of the dream. But then there were night's of terror, in which she was captured in her dream by the monsters from the past and forced to live through her previous horrors.

But unfortunately, this was one of those nights.

At first it's hardly noticeable, J's only crying softly in her sleep. But then she starts moving around, body jerking restlessly and her cries turn more loud. Her movements quickly grow more violent and panicked, whimpers and messy words escaping from her lips between the sobs: 'No. Mother. Don't kill.'

Inside of her dream J was lying on the floor on her back. It's so dark that she can't tell her surroundings apart. She tries to get up but can't, almost as if there's something on top of her, pinning her down and making it difficult to breathe. After struggling underneath the weight for a bit, J manages to lift her arms and lets them wander around the big, heavy lump. The more she touches and feels, the more did the lump start to remind her from the human body. Holding her breath, she squints her eyes trying to see just who it was-- only to be greeted by her father's pale face and dead, empty eyes. Just as she reaches to cup her father's face, there's a loud and violent bang that echoes around the room. Her father's body falls apart and then J sees her mother. She's standing in front of her, holding a gun that's pointed right towards at her.

Please mother! Don't kill me!

The floor disappears from beneath her, turning into dark sea and J starts to flail desperately, trying to get back to the surface that isn't even there.

But then she feels a hand on her shoulder, pulling her down, tearing her apart, shaking her-- making her to wake up with a a loud cry.]

i'm so sorry this took me so long what a crying shame on my part

[skelepun]

[They were a rag-tag bunch here in Nomo Deck, Room #14. The room was one of Sans' favorites on the ship, and not just because it contained a bed. J, Ryan, and Med'an were there -- friendly, very familiar faces. Sometimes too familiar, but that's what came with four people in a room that felt cramped when it was just him and J.

J...

She was a real fire cracker, that one. Sans didn't mind that one bit, of course. It made up for his own slow burn. He could catch a nap while she rained hell upon anyone and everything that crossed her path. His own innate feelings of protectiveness barely needed acting on -- she took care of herself and then some.

Most of the time, anyway.

Sans could sleep through a brass band playing a receiving line through Nomo Deck, but the soft sounds? The sounds of experiments he was supposed to be attending bubbling over, the cries of a much younger Papyrus, the whine of television static once MTT's show went off the air? Those woke him like a slap across the face.

The same could be said of the low, fervent mutterings of a friend.]

J...? [He asked, voice weighed down by hesitance and lingering sleep.] J, you okay?

[Don't kill...]

J? [A little firmer now, Sans slide one foot out of bed. It clacked against the wood floor, but Sans willed himself to make the journey silently across the room to J's bed. No need to drag Med'an and Ryan into this, not if he could calm her down and get her back to a more restful sleep without anyone being the wiser. J was a lot of things, and prideful topped the list.

Not that Sans blames her. He doesn't like people knowing about his nightmares, either.]

J, you're having a nightmare. [He muttered, laying a hand on her shoulder, hoping it's enough to bring her back. When Papyrus was small, sometimes all it took was a few kind words to settle him again. He didn't even wake up half the time. Maybe J was the same...?] You're okay, kid, you're safe. Ease up.

[Of course, then the don't kill me starts, and Sans' gentle hand hold goes to shaking. Screw not waking her up. Whatever nightmare she's living, she doesn't need to live another second of it.]

J. [And there it comes, the scream. Sans ducks a head over his shoulder, looking to see if their other roommates stirred. There's the creak of someone rolling over in their sleep, but nothing more. Satisfied, Sans turns back to J with a tired smile.] Hey, kid. I think you might've had a bad dream.

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[At first J just pants out heavily, her chest rising and falling slowly and oppressing movements, almost as if she was still struggling to catch her breath underneath a suffocating weight. Her whole body is shaking, covered up with a cold sweat, making her skin unpleasantly clammy.

She stares Sans with a bewildered eyes as the reality catches up with her. A nightmare.]

I aa-- [Shivering like a leaf, she lets out a quiet whine, incapable of forming coherent words. J knows that it was a nightmare. She's now on Moira, not in New York, school, orphanage or in her parents living room. None of what she just saw was real (even though it all was!) but she still couldn't shake off the awful, crippling feeling of the fear.

But as she keeps looking into Sans' hollow eye sockets she's hit by the awful sense of shame. She feels shame and embarrassment that he got to see her like this. Then the room began to feel too hot and cramped, like she couldn't breathe.

With one agile leap J's off from her bed. She quickly grabs the dressing gown from the chair and pulls it on, storming out of the door before Sans can stop her.]

closed to niko

[gentlemenpreferblondes]

[Ever since the late February J has been visiting the Cargo Bay frequently. By now she's managed to somewhat memorized everyone's working hours and knows when it's the best time for her to go down there and avoid any curious eyes.

However, today she didn't pay that much attention to the time when she enters to the Cargo Bay. If someone were to see her, she could always just say that she's looking for her 'rewards' that were left behind by the mercenaries. Getting her own room from the rank privileges was truly a blessing on so many different levels. Thanks to the her new privacy she could feel safe about bringing a certain item that she's been hiding at the Cargo Bay ever since she got it from the Ingress.

J hurries to one of the farthest sections of Cargo Bay where the most of the empty containers were located. She kneels down, pulling one of the smaller crates off and reaches in to feel the walls with her hand, trying to find the hole that she had discovered few months ago. It doesn't take long until she finds, feeling the familiar yet agonising, shape of the gun taped on the wall.

Closing her eyes she inhales deeply, holding her breath for a few seconds before letting the air out through her nose and starts to remove the tapes. It's been almost two months now, but she still couldn't bring herself to relax around the gun. Feeling just the shape and weight of it pressed against her palm was alone enough to make her stomach sting, making her feel nauseous.

She was far too focused on her task, removing the tapes and tugging the gun off from the wall while also trying to keep herself from getting sick, that she stayed completely oblivious to the footsteps coming towards her.]

[vengeance_driven]

☄ Cargo Bay
[Not much escapes Niko's attention in the Cargo Bay anymore. But unfortunately sometimes superpowered teenagers or robots or god knows what else trashes the place and he's left at a little bit of a loss. Getting away with hiding a weapon is, sadly, possible, and he's kicking himself a little as he stands back from where he's just moved some boxes.]

[His arms are crossed and he watches her direction quietly.]

Hey. [He says to her finally.] I don't mind people keeping guns in here, but it should be in a box with a name on it. If you need to do that in the future, I'll get you one.

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[The voice comes all unexpected to her, making her to flinch from the surprise and hit her head on the top of the container.]

Fuck--! [She swears out loud and hurries to push the gun back to its hiding spot, making sure it stays out of the sight. Then she stumbles to stand back up, straightening her back and giving the spot on her head she hit carefully while giving him a cold, yet defensive glare.]

W-what are talking about? [She cocks her head, crossing her arms over her chest. ]

make up

[ersatzeverything]

Deacon quietly slips into the salon in the afternoon, today dressed unobtrusively in jeans, boots, and a flannel shirt, pompadour wig in place. He gives the room a rapid scan, eyes darting under his sunglasses, the constant deep undercurrent of paranoia driving him to scope out this unfamiliar area for threats and escape routes. But there's just make up, mirrors, and a hot blonde, so he lets himself relax.

"This is an awesome song. I love this song."

[gentlemenpreferblondes]

The first thing J notices about him is his clothes. It's always rare to see people wearing something else than, ever-so-dull if you ask her, Moira uniform. J herself is wearing a rather loose purple colored dress and white heels to go with it.

J only eyes him curiously behind her magazine, not even bothering to get up from the couch to greet her guest. Really, this man looks like the last person who'd have any kind of business in a fricking beauty salon. Lazily, she drops the magazine down on the floor and is about to ask if he's lost or something. But then he says the magic words.

"Really?" The song that's currently playing just happens to be from one of the most famous movies of her time. It's been rather depressing to see that there are only so few who know who Marilyn Monroe is, so it's always a great joy to meet a fellow fan. "You've also seen Some Like it Hot?"

[ersatzeverything]

"I've heard the song on the radio. The movie theaters and drive ins around my place back home are all..." Destroyed by nuclear bombs. "...closed. It's pretty sad. There's a lot of flicks I've heard about that I'd like to see. All that Old World glamour..."

He leans back against the closed door. "So, I hear you're the gal to go to for hair and make up."

bar

[commontype]

Eggsy didn't come down to the bar very often anymore, his new job was taking up a lot of his time. He had specific hours, but stayed over to keep setting everything up. It was nice to have a goal, a plan, and something to keep him busy while he waited for the Moira to take him home.

Even though he had fun with what he was doing now, he still liked to relax and enjoy the company of others, as much as any twenty-four year old does.

He recognizes J from seeing her around the ship, but they haven't met officially yet and he didn't know that she worked down here in the bar. He missed seeing Jacky around, hoped she was happy wherever she'd gone. Eggsy settles at the bar, smiling as he tries to get J's attention.

"Got anythin' that tastes like red bull and vodka back there?"

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A handsome man looking at her way is something that never goes unnoticed by J. She spots Eggsy on the moment he enters to the bar, eyeing him a little while pretending to focused on her MID game, she's still in middle of her mission to woo virtual Mr. Miles. He looks familiar enough, J thinks, even though she's pretty sure they've never talked before.

J shuts down her MID game as he sits down on the stool and leans her elbows on the counter, resting her chin on her hands as she returns his smile.

"Maybe," she hums with a sweet voice. "Something like vodka I can do, but what's red bull?"

[commontype]

"S' an energy drink. Carbonated, too."

Eggsy shrugs, it wasn't important. He knows there's some stuff they don't have here, and a lot of the people are from completely different universes.

"Vodka's just fine. Whatever you've got, I'll take."

He smiles, glancing around them. "So, you like it down here? Doin' this?"

bar;

[cardboard_boss]

Venom walked into the bar and noticed the blonde haired woman he met when he first arrived. She had offered to put him in touch with someone about getting hold of some smokes. Cigars mainly. Now that he had his e-cigar he was happy. Maybe he should thank her.

"You got any good whiskey around?" Snake took a seat at the bar and offered the woman a warm smile. "Managed to get my smokes too." He pulled out his e-cigar and clicked it into life using his iDroid.

[gentlemenpreferblondes]

J remembers this man. He was the one asking about smokes not too long time ago. And oh, if only he knew that her help had been nothing but a joke. Because if he really had gone and asked about cigs from Mr. Miles he certainly would've only been yelled at. But hey, if she had to listen him lecturing about risks of smoking inside a space ship then it'd only be fair that others had to, too.

She greets him with a slight, sly smile as he sits down on the stool. "Something very close to whiskey, yes." She chirps at him, sounding rather pleased hearing about the smokes. Her own stash was almost empty now. "That so? Mind tossing me one, handsome?"

makeup-ish

[keelahselai]

Back when Tali had been wearing an environmental suit permanently, keeping her hair long had been both uncomfortable and probably ill-advised. It wasn't like anybody could even see it after all, let alone Tali herself. But she'd known it was there, and it was maybe the one thing she'd been able to keep for herself, when everything else about her body had been so rigidly under control.

Seven months out of her enviro-suit, hair down to her hips, and maybe it's finally gone a little bit too far... And with the choices between hacking it off herself and seeing if whoever works in the beauty salon can cut hair too, it's an easy enough decision.

She starts by knocking on the door to the workshop, but, not sure she's been heard over the music coming from inside - she doesn't recognise it at all, except that it's probably human - she opens the door and pokes her head in.

"Hello?"

((ooc: I just use a PB because why not, but she actually looks like this >>))

[gentlemenpreferblondes]

J was just adding more lipstick while humming to the song currently playing when she hears the knock on her door. And here she had already hoped that she'd have another quiet day.

"Come in," J shouts an invitation with a bored voice. She doesn't even bother turn around on her chair as the door opens, and only eyes her customer through the mirror's reflection. But her hand halts for a beat when she sees almost sickly pale faced woman to peek inside of the room.

Oh dear, she thinks to herself, finishing painting her lips and then turning to look over her shoulder.

"How can I help you, dearie?"

BAR!

[takeitslow]

[Finding out J had switched positions was like getting a Christmas present early. He'd long been thinking of way he could potentially sneak some bottles away from the bar; it wouldn't be too hard, given his abilities. But here was an opportunity, all wrapped up neat in a glossy bow, to get what he wanted without the need to steal.

And there's the added bonus of getting to annoy one of his favorite people at the same time. Win-win.

He quite literally seems to appear on a bar stool while her attention is on her MID. He's grinning widely, leaning his elbows on the counter top.]

What's a guy got to do to get a little attention around here?

[gentlemenpreferblondes]

[J's nearly doubled over as she leans her upper body against the bar counter, supporting herself on her elbows as she plays the Red Thread game on MID. The game has all her attention, she's finally managed to gain virtual-Miles' interest in the game, so she doesn't first notice it when Peter appears to the stool.

Being all suddenly spoken to makes her flinch a little from the surprise but recovers almost immediately as she recognizes the voice. Slowly, she lifts her gaze up from the game and looks at him under her eyelashes, smiling playfully.]

Oh, I don't know. Try 'hello.'

( bar )

[skatebird]

[ Yata's not much of a drinker but he's undeniably curious about the Moria's bar. He'd spent the entirety of his high school years in a bar, albeit for very different motivations from J's, and even though the decorations and layout are completely different there's still something immediately kind of homey and nostalgic about it.

He's a little surprised to see J there, however. He's passed by once or twice and this is the first time he's seen her about, and that's enough to have him lifting a hand in a wave as he approaches. ]

Yo.

[ The greeting is probably too casual to give to a woman he doesn't know, but Yata's never been fussed about formality. He doesn't say anything else as he slides onto a bar stool, seeing as J seems pretty engrossed in her MID right that second. ]

[gentlemenpreferblondes]

[J's casually leaning on the bar counter, her back turned towards to any potential customers. So far it's been very quiet evening at the bar and there's barely been anyone around and she really doesn't expect anyone to drop in at this point anymore.

But then she hears Yata entering the bar area, sitting down on the bar stool in front of her. She doesn't close her MID game just yet, not even as she turns around to face him, offering him a charming smile.]

Yo to yourself, dear.

bar!

[backsassin]

[So, Zam lost their arm. Again. And then to make matters worse, a giant, angry robot had burst out of the Ingress and cracked several of their ribs. All in all, not a great past couple of weeks for the shapeshifter.

In light of all that, he feels that he deserves a night to himself. Which means hanging out at the bar, chatting people up, all while skirting the line between tipsy and drunk. He’s not upset enough to get as truly hammered as the week he first got here, but it’s nice to have something to take the edge off.]

Hey, [he waves over the bartender with a smile. His glass is still half-full.] Just a word of advice: if I try and order another drink after this, don’t let me.

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[Now, this was someone J didn't remember seeing around before. At first she had thought that he was one of the newcomers that had ended up coming on Moira with this month's wave, but there was something in the way how he carries himself and reacts to his surroundings on Moira is so casual and familiar, as if he'd been here before.

Seeing that there isn't much work for her to do at the moment, and even if there was it wouldn't be her first time ditching them, so she goes and sits in front of the stranger, placing two glasses on the table.]

Oh, that's a pity. Here I was hoping you'd take one with me.

Make Up

[whynotgoonmyown]

[Usually, checking on the light fixtures in J's workshop was a pretty easy affair. So far, he'd only found it pretty empty so he just walked in, did his job, and then left.

Today, however, was clearly different, as even before entering he hears a familiar tune coming from inside. Clearly, today he'd have to work around J.

So, with this in mind, he entered the salon, knocking on the door frame to get her attention.] Hey there.

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[J's currently going through all brushes and make up blenders, sorting them in the small crates inside the drawer, and singing along the current song that the record's playing:]

He doesn't look very strong but when you sit on his knee,
You'd be surprised.
At a party or at a ball,
I've got to admit he's nothing at all,
But in a Mor-- oh!

[Her singing is interrupted by the knock on door and J looks up from her work to see who is it.

Oh, well. Now there's a face she hasn't seen for a while.]

Hello, Tyler. Coming to get your manicure fixed?

SO SO LATE I AM SORRY

[notpatsy]

((ooc: I totally get if you don't want to backtag this I have just been meaning to tag you for so long that I couldn't not do it.))

Just because Trish generally speaking tends to avoid alcohol (or at least having large amounts of it) that doesn't mean she doesn't at times enjoy the atmosphere of going to a bar and having a drink.

So she makes her way over to the counter and takes a seat, leaning her arms on the countertop as she offers J a friendly smile.

"Could you mix me something that doesn't have booze in it but tastes like it might?"