did you hurt someone?

[centurybaby]

WHO: jenny quantum & YOU!
WHERE: still superjail.
WHEN: any time in early october.
WARNINGS: jenny quantum's potty mouth.
SUMMARY: jenny's sixth month in prison.
FORMAT: quicklog.

[ jenny quantum had, in fact, been getting a little taller. she was a healthy sixteen year old girl after all-- and six months was a long time. her hair had gotten long enough that it needs to be tied back into a short tail at the back of her head. and she looks older somehow. maybe that's what prison does to young girls or what six months without powers does to the spirit of the century-- or maybe that's just jenny quantum, always growing up too fast.

but at least she's become progressively more well-read. there's not much to do besides read. books, more letters from her growing cult following, whatever. she spends most of her time in her cell, alone, absorbing words. when her visitors come to meet her in the visiting room, they'll probably find her waiting over an open book. a classic from larsa, maybe, or one of kanaya's lesbian vampire romances. ]

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6th of october

[crab]

I didn't know you read Crescent. [ karkat comments on the book title, as he slumps into the chair across from her. he does try to visit as often as he can manage, but even so, it's been a while since he was here. he does feel a little bad for that, but, well -- it is jenny's own fault she's stuck here. ]

[centurybaby]

[ jenny glances up when karkat announces his arrival by commenting on her choice of literature, arching a mildly skeptical eyebrow at him before she dogtags her page and closes the book on the table. ]

I basically thrive on vampire drama. [ her voice comes dry and mild. ] Where the hell've you been?

[crab]

Feebly attempting to hold the edges of my swiftly fraying sanity together and keep my life from collapsing around me for what is probably the fifth time this sweep. [ is his equally dry answer. ] I brought you a thing, by the way.

[centurybaby]

[ that seems to pique her interest. you tend to appreciate gifts more, maybe, when your ability to think things into existence has been taken away. ]

What, like a fucking present? Kitty, you shouldn't have.

[crab]

Yeah, well, if you call me Kitty again, you're not going to get it. [ dammit jenny. ]

[centurybaby]

[ she just quirks a smile, makes no promises, and leans onto the table, putting her hands out and making a little give it here gesture by curling her fingers. ]

C'mon.

[crab]

[ he sighs, and pushes the box of cigarettes (concealed in a box meant to hold candy cigarettes just in case of any surveillance) across the table towards her. ]

Open it before you go getting all snippy with me. And if you get caught with them, I wasn't the one who snuck them in.

[detriments]

[Christine looks decidedly out of place when she arrives, attire appropriate for a casual cocktail party, not a visit to a young acquaintance in prison. She moves naturally, without a single drop of care in her expression, her bright red lips pressed in a smile, golden hair caught up in an immaculate bun. A small bag hangs from her shoulder, take-away in her other hand. Sushi, from an avant-gard restaurant looking to impress a very attractive customer.]

Hello there.

[Her tone is bright, friendly.]

[centurybaby]

[ jenny is a sharp contrast to the ever elegant christine. her prison uniform is a bit loose on her skinny frame, and her hair has become a bit wild with its length. she wears her eyeliner dark around almond-shaped eyes and there's chipped nail polish on her fingers. she sits with a certain carelessness in her posture. the only thing they have in common is that bright red lipstick. ]

Hi.

[ her greeting comes mild and casual, with a teenager's general disinterest. ]

I was wondering if you were actually gonna come.

[detriments]

I was starting to wonder myself. They really don't make it easy for visitors around here, [She finds a seat, settles herself with one leg crossed over the other, picking up the bag to dig out a couple of boxes.]

I brought you something. Hungry?

[centurybaby]

[ jenny's posture-- which had been careless before, with a loose spine and her arm draped over the back of her chair-- straightens with curiosity as she leans towards the table, eying the boxes. maybe before she wouldn't have been interested at all, but things change when they take away your power to think things into existence. ]

Maybe.

[ even if she's not exactly starving, prison isn't known for its cuisine. even so, there's something a little habitually taunting about the way she goes on: ]

What'd you bring? Something fancy?

[detriments]

Japanese fusion. But not just any kind - this is supposed to be the best in the City, you know. [She arches her brows softly, conspiratorially, tilting her head to emphasize just how good it's supposed to be. She takes one box and passes it over to Jenny, for her to open and feast her eyes on a colorful spread of little samples. Seafood, vegetables, meat, all wrapped neatly with rice and algae.]

I brought you chopsticks, but they made me replace them with these, [exhibit a: a a plastic spork. Christine is unimpressed.] Not the experience I was hoping to provide...

[But, oh well.]

[centurybaby]

[ she picks up the plastic spork, holding it up and eying it a bit skeptically. ]

What the fuck did they think I'd do, try and break out with the chopsticks? [ she's a miracle-worker of sorts, but she's not that good. her father, on the other hand... ] They don't want me to have any fucking fun.

[ still, she reaches to pop open the box she's offered, eying the contents. it's pretty, and probably more appetizing than anything she's had to eat in the past several months. she takes a bite, chews, and swallows before speaking again, with a mild dryness: ]

Fancy.

October 6

[heal_or_execute]

[This month Jenny's getting at least one new visitor to break the monotony. Mordin remains standing in the visiting room, not smiling.]

Hello. Haven't really spoken with you before. Wanted to rectify. Some things to discuss.

[centurybaby]

[ she's visibly curious in the way that young people often are-- but not surprised. aliens aren't unusual to her. she's seen plenty, and stranger things. but this particularly alien, she's never met properly.

she doesn't invite him to sit. he will, if he wants to. ]

Yeah? Well, maybe we should discuss who the fuck you are first.

[heal_or_execute]

[Mordin is visibly taken aback, and sniffs.]

Professor Mordin Solus, Clinic administrator. Assumed you'd heard of me. Provided health services for Carrier population briefly.

[centurybaby]

[ if her face had seemed hostile before, recognition smooths some of the aggressive lines from her expression. jenny leans back in her chair, eying him a second instead. the carrier. god, she misses the carrier. it's been almost a year now, since she last stepped foot on that ship-- or seen her own bedroom. but she remembers him, in a vague sort of way, though everything before southwest phoenicia feels distant in her mind. ]

Right.

[ still, outwardly, she doesn't seem particularly phased. it's mild but not especially friendly when she continues: ]

So. Professor. What the fuck do you want.

[heal_or_execute]

[Mordin cocks his head and blinks upward, but forges onward.]

Curious about some things, mainly. Have had no information on state of Carrier. Was wondering if you still knew how things were going in orbit.

[centurybaby]

The Carrier is self-fucking-sustaining. And I don't run things there anymore. Haven't for a long time. You'd be looking for Terry Ward. I gave her to him.

[ she leans back in her chair, waving her hand dismissively. ]

What the hell would you want with my ship anyway?

8 October?

[hellionated]

[ It's weird, how long Jenny's been in prison. Julian's used to it now, used to visiting her here. Used to arguing with her as well, that's pretty much a constant. And, surprise surprise, the two people he's brought with him today are two of the people he'd argued with her about last month.

Billy Kaplan. Kanaya Maryam. One was already a friend who'd had issues with Jenny. One was a potential friend, who - amazingly - had also had issues with Jenny. Julian's like a fucking matchmaker here, and he's not sure how that happened.

Though a big part of it is that he's just really sick and tired of seeing Jenny in here feeling sorry for herself, thinking that no one gives a damn about her anymore. The truth is, people do. Her friends do, if she'll let them. He glances between Kanaya and Billy, eyebrows lifted while he falls into a seat. ]

Ready for this? Play nice. [ A pointed glance in Kanaya's direction at that. ] This'll be as friendly as we make it.

[glowsferatu]

[ kanaya shoots him a wicked grin, one that couldn't possibly say anything more than "fuck you", and returns to the spot on the wall that she's been idly staring a hole into. after their last conversation, she isn't expecting much out of jenny today. she's already tried being honest about caring for her, but bashing her head against a brick wall over and over doesn't sound like a wild time to her.

she doesn't say anything, and she doesn't have anything she cares to say either. it's like a christmas miracle. in truth, she really doesn't want to be here and wouldn't have come if julian hadn't dragged her. instead of sitting, she just leans against the wall on the side, moving to look at the floor. if stares can destroy matter all on their own, she will discover it today. ]

[tesselate]

[If this was an attempt to get Billy out of the house, it was apparently working. This wasn't the first time he'd gone for a group session with Jenny and maybe in a way it did seem mildly better than sitting around.

Alternatively, maybe Jenny swearing at him and telling him he was a moron was better than the looks of pity he'd been meriting lately.]

It'll be fine.

[centurybaby]

[ it's julian that jenny is expecting-- he's one of her constants now, and has been, these past several months. her other two guests though, they receive a pointedly skeptical look when she's walked in by the guards. she doesn't know what the point of this group visit is-- she isn't really on what one would call good terms with either kanaya or billy-- but she doesn't respond with aggression, not at first.

still, her voice is a bit dry when she sits down to greet them: ]

So. What's the fucking occasion?

[hellionated]

[ Julian shoots another warning look at Kanaya before they sit down. He knows this means something to her. She's only pissed because she thinks Jenny isn't listening to her. And Billy, well, he and Jenny have a hell of a lot in common. Billy had been warmer to the idea of coming here, though; he'd basically had to drag Kanaya by her coattails.

But at least they were here. He lifts his eyebrows at Jenny. ]

Oh, you know. It's your demiversary. Six months done, we figured we'd have a party. Jenny, I think you're familiar with Kanaya and Billy. [ Indicating each of them in turn. ] We're here to keep you company.

[glowsferatu]

[ kanaya doesn't say anything and she doesn't even begin to sit down, she just grunts her acknowledgement with a nod. she's decided she shouldn't bother saying anything that will only fall on deaf ears. ]