sirenspull_logs | Let's meet the neighbors~

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Let's meet the neighbors~

Who: Jubilee and YOU.
When: May 28th - May 31st (Monday - Thursday)
Where: HoA
Summary: It's been way too long since Jubes hung out with the denizens of the house. Plus, she just changed security again. So; anyone who wishes to talk to her, feel free!
Warnings: Swearing? Also: nudity.

[Jubilee will be bopping around the house most of the time. If she isn't raiding the kitchen ~~Sorry Alan~~, then she's painting something somewhere.

Every early morning (like 5am-7am) she's in the Danger Room, alone (Very few people in the house have access, so please ask oocly for a DR thread). Every afternoon (2-6pm) she's in the greenhouse, sunbathing... nude. There is a sign on the door. Feel free to ignore it, have it fall off, whatever if you'd like naked times. (Jubes has no shame, so it won't be awkward... for her.)

Date and time in the subject line, prose/action totally cool.

Anyone with HoA access is welcome to come by! If you can only get to the roof, she'll talk to you there too.]

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[He seldom if ever used doors, why bother when one could simply, and with a flicker of magic, instantaneously displace matter. And by matter, he means himself. With so many growing ill in the city- ah, and what was the cause but guilt! Loki wondered after his own conscience on that and his fine health at the moment- he decided to check on Jubilee who seemed a bit out of sorts at her comment on his ice cream car diversion.

He was, one moment not there, then the next standing in the greenhouse near her.] Jubi- ODIN'S THUMBS WHY ARE YOU NAKED!

Edited 2012-05-29 00:10 (UTC)

[Nice. Warm. Comfortable. She'd spread a bright yellow blanket on the ground in the sunniest spot in the greenhouse. And if she moved a bench of plants to get it, she wasn't admitting it. She'd started out reading. But that had fallen by the wayside. Sleeping. Sleeping in the nice warm sunshine.

One of the cats that roamed the greenhouse had the exact same idea. The tuxedo tom - whom Jubes called 'Tux' - was stretched out on his back, his paws curled into his body, his white, white belly being warmed by the sun shining in the windows.

At Loki's scream both cat and woman jerked up. The tom fluffed up his tail, hissed and ran to hide under a bush. Jubilee jumped into a crouch, PAFs swirling around her fingers.] Loki? Loki what's wrong?

[She checked her phone. No, security hadn't gone off. She reabsorbed her PAFs and rubbed a hand over her face trying to wake up, and waiting for an explanation.]

[He wasn't sure if he wasn't supposed to be staring. But he was staring. He'd seen plenty of people naked before- including Sif and he'd actually lived to tell about it. Granted, she hadn't seemed at all angry over it... but neither did Jubilee.]

You. You're naked. Entirely devoid of- I can see your ....

[And then he ceases trying to avoid looking at her and just stares at her chest, then up at her eyes, quirking one brow] You know, there's a spell to give you a little more... [And then he's miming larger breasts with his hands to his own chest]

[Still not quite awake it takes her a minute.]

I was sunbathing, Loki. I hate tan lines.

[Which makes perfect sense to her. Then what he's offering clicks in her brain.]

Hey! My boobs are just fine. You leave them alone!

Naked. You were- you still are. [He's crossing his arms and arching an eyebrow.

Then smirking]

Are you sure? I have been told that bigger is better. Just look at Sif's miraculous transformation.

I told you: I hate tan lines.

[Which made perfect sense to her.]

Yeah? Well, I've heard different from people who would know better than you. So, you just leave my boobs alone. Don't you have a brother to torment?

Yes- I only mean- you know this is indelibly carved into my brain, yes? [In a hundred or so years when he discovers girls, he might just make a withdraw of this image from his spank bank. For now... it's just lulzy and vaguely traumatizing.]

What people? Well I wouldn't do it without your permission. And ah- I'd not torment Thor. He is my brother and I love him and that would be like kicking a fluffy blonde puppy.

Hey, you're the thirteen year old boy staring, dude. It doesn't bother me.

[She ticks up an eyebrow.]

So, not our Thor, I take it? Figures.

You expect me not to stare? [And he pulls a face because obviously he's going to stare.]

No. And things have yet only started in his world, it seems. Long way to go. I would apologize in advance, but eh- [Shrug]

Like I said, it doesn't bother me. You're the one making a big deal out of it.

[STRETCH! And she settles back on her back on the blanket in the sun.]

Nah, no need to ruin all his fun in the future. Besides, he wouldn't remember it when he went home anyway. No point.

[shrug.]

[With his arms carrying his large sketchbook and several large sets of pencils and pastels, Steve isn't paying nearly as much attention to signs hanging on doors as he should. He's figuring flowers and other foliage will be good subjects for working on detail, and considering they don't exactly have anywhere else to be Steve's planning on spending a good couple of hours with his art supplies.]

[And it only takes one brief moment for all those plans to fly out the window. At the sight of skin-- too much skin-- oh god she's not wearing anything-- Steve fumbles and his other supplies tumble to the ground as he tightly grips his sketchpad, holding it in front of his face to shield his eyes and tomato-red skin.] I didn't-- You're not-- I'm sorry I didn't mean to!

[Jubilee was on her stomach, frowning at her own sketchbook as she flipped through it. She blinks and looks over her shoulder at Steve. Because she's not embarrassed.]

Oh, hey Steve. Pop a squat, there's plenty of room.

[And she turns back to her sketchbook. She flips open a new page and begins sketching someone familiar to her, at least.]

I-- No I think-- Clothes! You should put clothes on!

[And yes, despite the protective shield of his sketchbook, he is scrunching his eyes shut. Because he is embarrassed. SO INAPPROPRIATE.]

[Jubilee blinks again and looks up at Steve, then down at herself. Oh. Ooops. She always forgot about that part.

She sighs and grabs the tank top and shorts - the shorts aren't much better at hiding anything, really - immediately slipping them on.]

I'm dressed.

[However, now she's amused and watching Steve.]

[Steve doesn't dare look until the soft rustling of fabric ceases before peeking around his pad of paper. Hey, shorts are a lot better than nothing, but he's still not able to bring himself to meet her gaze after that.]

I'm. Um. Sorry, I didn't know you were in here.

[Jubilee braces her chin on an upraised knee.]

Cap, it's totally okay. I don't mind company at all. Besides, you live here too. No reason to kick you out of the greenhouse.

[She shrugs.]

Like I said, grab a seat; there's plenty of room. I didn't know you sketched.

I meant the.. seeing you thing. [The naked thing. His face is still burning.]

[He does actually start gathering his supplies from where they'd landed on the ground, though.] It's been kind of a neglected hobby lately. Or at least, until I showed up here.

Seeing me? [It takes her a minute, then she just grins.] Cap, I don't mind that either. I mean, I put up the notice so people aren't shocked, but if they just walk in? [Shrug.] Doesn't bother me at all. It's just skin.

It doesn't bother you? How-- Never mind. This is one of those culture differences in the future, isn't it.

[He scrubs a hand over his face, because this? This is awkward. But hey, he's still sticking around, and after a moment of shifting his weight from foot to foot he ends up settling down close enough that they can still talk without needing to raise their voices.]

[Jubilee laughs and shakes her head.]

No, this is more I was a gymnast and constantly changing around other girls, then when I hooked up with the guy I call my dad... well, his clothes were constantly getting blown, ripped and shredded off.

[Another shrug.]

I got over being shy about it because there just wasn't time. [She wrinkles her nose.] And by the fifth time you steal a man a pair of pants because his have disintegrated yet again in some sort of spectacular way? Nudity just isn't a big deal.

Well that's a relief. ...Not the.. Not the whole pants-losing thing, I meant it's good people don't go around uh.. Clothesless.

[He's flipping past pages in his book; sketches of Bucky, Peggy, and Howard in dated clothing and uniforms interspersed with more modern subject matter like updated cars and bikes and gadgets that are littered around the condo. There's even one of Tony staring sourly at his empty morning coffee mug, the only time Stark had been still enough for Steve to get more than a quick rough sketch in.]

I can't say I could be nonchalant like that. I.. kind of had a similar experience [boot camp!] but I doubt anyone'd wanted to have looked my way back then. [A pause.] Not that I'm saying people should look at you but it's understandable that they might want-- [Your mouth, Rogers. Shut it.] I'm going to stop before I make myself sound even more like a fool.

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ILU for this.

<3

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ask and ye shall receive! c:

YAY!

And let's say this is afternoon on the 29th?

Sure thing!

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Later on the 29th, IN THE GARAGE

ILU Tony

LU2 JUBE. Tony would love you more if you were naked rn.

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