(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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[gentlemenpreferblondes]

[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?

[whynotgoonmyown]

[The comment makes him take a brief look at his nails, because now that she mentions it... Well, they could use a trim, though he usually does that himself.] Well... I won't say no if you're offering, but I'm actually here to check on your lights. See if they need to be replaced, cleaned, or anything else.

[gentlemenpreferblondes]

[Oh, well. She hadn't exactly been serious with her offer. It's been such a long time since the last time she had talked with him that she had almost forgotten about how nonchalant he could be.]

That so? And here I thought you'd actually want to see me.

[whynotgoonmyown]

[He chuckles as he walks in.] Well, I'm not complaining about that. It's been a while since we last met. [He's glad she doesn't seem mad at him too.

He then nods at her record player.] Been a while since I heard that song too. That's Marilyn singing, right?

[gentlemenpreferblondes]

Too long if you ask me. I almost feared that you were avoiding me.

[To be honest, the break was probably a good thing-- considering that their last meeting had left J feeling rather mad and bitter. Now she's managed to calm down and realize that there's plenty of fish in the ocean, or in the space.]

Oh yes! The one and only. I was lucky enough to get some of her music from the mail few months ago.

[whynotgoonmyown]

[Secretly, Tyler is thinking much the same.] Sorry. I wasn't, for the record.

[He lets out an impressed whistle as he gets closer to the player.] Nice. Vinyl too, that's not too easy to find in my day. Was it something you had at home, or...?

[gentlemenpreferblondes]

I used to have one back at home, yes, but it was different model. This darling here-- [She nods at the player.]-- is from Emiri. I met there a lovely gentleman who was also music lover and he gave me this as a gift.

What kind of players do you use, then?

[whynotgoonmyown]

[He leans against a table as J speaks, supporting his hands on it.] I actually haven't had any music in discs for a while... Just as files on my computer and on players that can run them.

[gentlemenpreferblondes]

[J's understanding of the computers have greatly expanded and improved, so she has a some kind of idea what he's talking about.]

That so? Sounds like a bummer to me, though.