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thisavrou_log2016-04-16 03:12 am
gentlemenpreferblondes) wrote in thisavrou_log2016-04-16 03:12 am
(OPEN) - Beneath the make up and behind the smile I'm just a girl
Who: J and everyone else!
When: Backdated from 1st of April to 13th. Before the trials + event logbecause 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!:
create your own adventures!
[prose and action tags are both welcomed!]
When: Backdated from 1st of April to 13th. Before the trials + event log
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!:
create your own adventures!
[prose and action tags are both welcomed!]
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Taking advantage because that someone would do anything for them.]
J--[He stops, rethinking. After a short pause, Sans begins again, turning to look at J. His eyelights have returned, though they shine with an uncustomary dimness.] Did you pay much attention in science class, sweetheart?
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But then Sans speaks again and she tilts her head to the side so that she can meet his gaze. The question isn't something she expected to hear and it takes a quick moment from her to even register it.]
Ah, not really. Mom believed that God’s all that we need and always told to take all the science stuff with a grain of salt.
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[He files that knowledge away for later. The surviving monster population was too small to maintain the diversity of human faith. They weren't without it, though. The Delta Rune was ubiquitous with anything related to the royal family, even if the prophecy it symbolized was mostly legend at this point than any real classified faith. Sans, for his part, tended to err on the side of hard fact rather than indulging in divine hope. Such was the nature of a scientist.
The Delta temple at the palace was beautiful though. Part of him misses it, even now. He wishes he could be having this conversation there rather than here -- the serenity of that place might do some good in calming her obvious tension.]
There's this thing in physics, it's called balanced forces. [He draws a small rubber ball out of his pocket. A present for Frisk, whenever he next ran into the kid. Sans sets it on the ground, careful to not make it roll.] Right there, gravity is pushing down on that ball with the same force that the ship floor is pushing up on it. The ball doesn't move against its will, because it's net force is zero. That means it's in balance.
[He nudges the ball with his foot, watching as it rolls away from them.]
What I just did there, I unbalanced it. Gravity is no match for the force of my foot, so no matter what the ball wants to do, it's gonna roll. Unbalanced force.
[There's a beat of pause. Sans lifts a hand, enveloping the ball in faint blue light and floating it back to himself.]
... It's more than just a science concept. Relationships can be balanced or imbalanced. N' until push comes to shove, it might not be obvious who's the foot and who's getting kicked. [He looks at J, perpetual smile shifted just slightly into something somber.] Parents and children... that's like, the definition of an unbalanced force, sweetheart. A Dad's supposed to use that to protect his kids, not...
[It hurts to do so, but Sans is full on frowning now.]
It's not your fault he pushed you and you acted as you felt you had to.
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You’re again talking to me like I’m some kid. And what you’re saying doesn’t even make sense. I’m not some -- [victim. The word almost escapes between lips but she manages stop herself just in a time, leaving her mouth hanging open as she tries to find way to continue.] -- some.. Ball that’s been kicked around. And how can you be so sure that it wasn’t me who gave the first push?
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[Facts are facts. Science is full of unknowable things that must be tested and retested and proven wrong or right, but there are a few hard and fast rules that rise above the rest. Those solid truths, well... they're kinda comforting. Especially when everything else tends to make no sense at all.
Case in point.]
Maybe you did. But something tells me you didn't.
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But she won't ask because there is something about his certainty that makes her uneasy and think. Think and go back to the memory of what had happened and to whom. And to be completely honest, the memory from that day had been clumsily put together by her as she had collected each piece carefully and linked them together using the little information she had around her and her own nightmares as her only guidance. After all, no one else had been in the room where it happened. So there was no one but her who could tell just what was true and what not. ]
I'm not a kid. [ She says, sounding nothing but petulant.]
You can't just apply those things to everything. People don't work like that.
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I don't have any kids, but if I did? [Toeing his slipper against the metal floor, Sans shrugs a second time.] It just doesn't compute, I guess. Hurting someone like that. So I think about it in terms of variables and forces. How could Subject A move to Point B and how does that affect Variable C. And no matter how I try to work it out, J, by my estimation? It just wasn't your fault.
But what do I know, right? [On cue, Sans' perpetual grin spread out slightly, though the tension between his brow bones never went away.] I'm not human.
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She could answer to his problem. Tell how subject A became depressed due the unemployment and how with the help of alcohol moved to point b where she almost couldn't recognize him anymore, making her want to do anything to if it meant that things would be okay again. But it's also becoming quite clear to her that explaining all of it wouldn't make him to change his mind. Just like she won't either.
"It just wasn't your fault." She just can't accept that. It would change everything and honestly? The thought of that was too terrifying for her to handle.]
No, you're not. [She says eventually with a distant and dry voice, leaving it unclear whether she meant that as a good or a bad thing.]
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I think it's about time we head back. [Sans finally decides, tapping her lightly on the shoulder on his way to standing.] Med'an's probably freaking out over our empty beds, you know how he gets.
[And I'd like you to actually get some rest tonight, is the part he thinks but does not say.]
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She runs her fingers through her hair, combing the curly fringe back, and nods in agreement.]
He really should keep his nose out of places where it doesn't belong. [She mutters. Despite the negativity of her words her voice is lacking any kind of harshness. ]
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Holding out a hand, he nods for her to take it.]
C'mon, I know a shortcut back to the room.
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You and your shortcuts. [She shrugs and takes his hand to her own. Most of time J avoids touching Sans, finding his skeleton body still more or less creepy, but now she holds his hand without a doubt as if it's the most natural thing in the world.]
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