[Jailbreak catchall] like a river, like a river

[nor_iron_bars]

Who: Jail and whoever you decide to bring to it.
When: Generally throughout July.
Where: Various places around the Station.
What: Shenanigans.
Warnings: Drinking, partial nudity, and everything Jailbreak chooses to be.

I. faster than a hair-pin trigger [just out the front of the Station, morning]

[Say what you will about her, Jail clearly knows how to drum up business- lost in a whole other world and she's still getting commissions from people.]

[Right now, she's working on some bikes. Both Akechi and Izunia were interested enough in the motorcycles around Incendia to bring some back, and had offered to trade her lessons in hammerspace powers and cooking, respectively, in exchange for her reworking them to run on something other than the city's run-down magical grid.]

[Since it's a nice day, she's taken her work outside, spreading a tarp out on an area of cleared, flat stone right out the front door of the Station. There's lots of machine parts spread around on it, being rebuilt and rearranged in strange new ways, plus a notebook with plans scribbled on it.]

[Her hair's pinned up in a casually messy bun and her feet are bare, and she works with the happy efficiency of someone fully in their element. She's got a lightweight but sturdy plastic frame set up to hang things on if she needs to work with both hands at once, and she hauls machinery onto or off of it with ease. At some point in the day, it apparently got hot enough that she stripped off her T-shirt, and she's now absent-mindedly using it as a rag to wipe streaks of oil and engine grease off her fingers.]

[Or, to put it another way, there's a tall muscular woman wearing nothing but a sports bra and a pair of distressed jeans fixing a motorcycle in a way that involves a lot of flexing and sweating and cleverly nimble tool-use, right out there in the open where anyone can watch.]

[You're welcome, Station residents.]


II. the fool who's willing [outside the Station and closer to the woods, daytime]

[A little ways away from the Station, where the rocky sands of the beach have just started to segue into the more verdant areas of the woods beyond the shore, you can find a nondescript bit of scrubby grassland with a few short, scattered trees.]

[Jail is sitting underneath one, legs crossed and back straight against the trunk, hands resting in her lap. Her eyes are closed and her expression is thoughtful, pensive. It looks almost like she's... meditating?]

[There's an odd thought. She's usually more the type to seek outer chaos than inner peace...]


III. it'll just pay it [magitech research labs, afternoon]

[It's not unusual to hear sounds coming from the labs- pens scratching on paper, the clank of metal on metal, the tapping of computer keys. But today there's the slightly less common noise of... singing?]

-baby, stand and deliver~

[If you take a peek into the lab, you find Jail working out some bizarre and highly complicated equation on one of the whiteboards, cheerfully singing along to the song playing from her cellphone, which she appears to have rigged up as a makeshift radio for the moment.]

[She's got a pretty decent voice, for someone wearing a gasmask and using a dry-erase marker as a microphone.]


IV. make me a sinner [A/V room, evening]

[Some people might consider being trapped in a strange new dimension with an uncertain future to be reason to focus less on enjoying themselves and more on survival. Jail is not one of them.]

[There's no point in not kicking back once in a while, or preferably a lot more often than that. Which explains why you can find her sitting cross-legged on a couch in the A/V room wearing boxer shorts and a tank top that were clearly intended as pajama clothes, cackling gleefully as she beats the hell out of some poor computerized enemy in a video game and drinking directly from a bottle of what claims to be peanut-butter-and-jelly-flavored vodka.]

[It looks like there's a two-player option, if you're into that sort of thing. Join her?]


V. can't change the way we are

[Free space, feel free to offer your own prompt here. Jail can be found pretty much anywhere around the Station or exploring off on her own outside of it, driving around in her new magitech hovercab.]

Comments

iv

[nojohnyouare]

[Mai can't judge anyone's fashion, she's wearing a black dress with embroidered flowers on the skirt because all her less formal clothes are in the wash. She blinks at Jail, nods in greeting, and sits on the other end of the couch.]

They have that here too? Flavoured vodka.

[nor_iron_bars]

We do now. Found a shitton of it in the liquor store back over in fuckfire city, figured I'd take it off their hands.

[Translation: Jail stole as much of that store as she could, and is now steadily working her way through the weirdest flavors of vodka she can find just for the hell of it.]

[nojohnyouare]

Oh. Is there ghost pepper. I saw that once.

magitek labs

[zweihandler]

[ and Erina, of course, rather than actually speak up and announce her presence seems content to let Jail go ham until her patience runs out. Then she announces herself. ]

Uh, am I interrupting Keystone's Next Top Idol in here?

[nor_iron_bars]

Why, you think I got a shot at winning?

[Were you expecting her to be embarrassed? It's Jailbreak. This probably isn't even the most embarrassing thing she's done in front of somebody this morning.]

[zweihandler]

By default maybe, yeah.

[ What a shitter. ]

Is the singalong mandatory for checking this place out or is that a you thing?

motorcycles

[daughterofthemark]

[...well, Arianna was coming out here for sword practice, but she seems to have run into something more interesting. So don't mind if she stops to watch. While making delighted sounds.

Is she fascinated by the vehicular engineering in progress, or by Jail working shirtless? The answer is yes.]

[nor_iron_bars]

[Jail would normally notice those delighted sounds with her usual instinct for finding opportunities to flirt, but she's kind of in the zone right now, lost in the flow of her work.]

[She does something very twisty and complicated to the bike in front of her, which seems to involve vaguely physically improbable use of a wrench, then nods in satisfaction at the results and picks up the stripped-down inner frame of the bike, hauling it over onto the makeshift plastic work bench with a quiet grunt of effort.]

[Why does Jail have abs, who allowed this.]

[daughterofthemark]

[It's allowed! Arianna will allow it! She's very permissive like that.

It's very possible that now is the time when Arianna will get herself detected, because she follows Jail over to the workbench, stopping distinctly closer than she was before, and stares.

At the frame, for the moment, as if expecting to suddenly understand what's going on just by looking hard enough.]

bike work

[founderinglight]

Feel up to a lunch break?

[It's food grandpa with... actually who the fuck knows what he's carrying, it's in his Armiger, there's probably an endless supply of lunches in there. Who needs bento when you have hammerspace?]

[nor_iron_bars]

Fuck yeah, that's my third favorite kinda break.

[Jail looks up with a grin. Feed her, she is a bottomless pit and has been working all morning.]

[founderinglight]

[He works with bottomless pits all the time.]

That's about what I thought.

[Hey look it's... Actually no we're starting this baby off with a clean towel for your greasy hands, Jail.]

Though it occurs to me that I've been making too much finger food lately, considering your line of work.

IV

[moonlightglory]

[No pool + shark-infested ocean = Faith has to get her exercise in somehow, and that means running. Not great for her knee, but she'll deal with it somehow.

After a good run, for no particular reason, Faith swings by the A/V room. Towel hanging around her neck, still smelling like sweat.]

Are you winning?

[nor_iron_bars]

Damn right I'm wi- oh fuck, he's ulting.

[Jail pauses midsentence to do some kind of frantic dodging maneuver, narrowingly avoiding pixellated death.]

Okay, okay, yeah. We're good now. I'm winning.

[moonlightglory]

[Faith watches Jail play for a minute in silence. She honestly has no idea what's going on, but it looks like Jail's way better at this than she was.]

...I feel like the weirdest part is that I'm getting used to this.

II

[fistsofchange]

[Lin's rigorous exercise routines have her appearing in all KINDS of weird places. This deserved investigation, though. Normally she wouldn't interrupt someone meditating but...Jailbreak? Seeking inner peace?

What the fuck?]

Are you alright?

[nor_iron_bars]

Cool, it was you. Probably a good sign...

[That's... cryptic? Another odd thing that Bai Lin may notice is that Jail appears totally unsurprised by her arrival, despite still not moving or opening her eyes. Even before she announced herself, she didn't seem at all tense or uncertain. Merely... focused?]

Yeah, I'm good. What's up?

[fistsofchange]

Just going for a walk. I saw you and thought I'd say hi.

Were you...meditating?

[She sounds very uncertain.]

II

[redmeguca]

[There's a rustling of branches, and Kyoko hangs down from a branch by her legs.]

Hey Jail, wasn't expecting to see you out here. What're you up to?

[nor_iron_bars]

You know me- I'm always up to something.

[Jail replies cheerfully, seemingly totally unsurprised by the fact that Kyouko's there, despite still not having opened her eyes.]

Right now... let's say I'm planning ahead a little.

iv

[ax_iom]

[what if she just

quietly scoots that bottle away from Jail, as she sits down next to her.]

What's this?

[nor_iron_bars]

[Jail is torn between objecting to the loss of her vodka and appreciating the addition of a cute woman sitting really close to her, but in the end being a useless lesbian wins.]

Figured I'd kick back and unwind with some of the games they had here. This one's some kinda fighting game, don't think it's from back home.

[ax_iom]

Is it any good?

[She's watching, but... She's not much of a gamer.]

[giltfoil]

[...Is that Jailbreak? Seeing her so still is almost uncanny, somehow. She's the kind of person who seems like she should be always in motion. Nonetheless, Ravus sits down against a tree across from her and tries to borrow some of her apparent calm.

It doesn't work very well.]

[nor_iron_bars]

Hey, Ravus. What's up?

[Huh, that's odd. How did she know who was there without ever opening her eyes...?]