permanent catchall: jester lavorre

[leetle]

● WHO: jester + you!
● WHAT: meetings, conversations, hangouts, et cetera!
● WHEN: in perpetuity
● WHERE: all around!
● WARNINGS: smut, tba.

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for Percy and Gilmore

[leetle]

A couple of weeks into her time on Erku, Jester realizes that she's been horribly amiss in meeting some of her new neighbors. She's met Vax, of course, but there are still two whole friends she has yet to meet!

They will be friends, of course, there's no doubt in Jester's mind. It's a matter of when, not if.

So what's a girl to do, other than put together a huge basket of doughnuts and cupcakes (she couldn't decide so she brought both) and march on over to knock firmly on that door? Whoever answers is greeted by the sight of a blue tiefling dressed in a fluffy skirt and bearing an exorbitant amount of baked goods.

"Hiii! I'm Jester, maybe you've heard about me?"

[gloriouslygood]

The novelty of someone actually knocking on the door is what gets Shaun's attention. Most people simply walk in. And no, he's not expecting a blue tiefling in baked goods but her energy is infectious.

Shaun grins as he steps back and makes a sweeping gesture to welcome her into the Wizardhaus where he lives. "Yes, actually I have. Caduceus has mentioned you a time or two."

"I'm Shaun Gilmore, of Gilmore's Glorious Goods the best magic shop in Emon." The Wildmount group hadn't seemed to heard of it before but he's always got the hope that'll change with every person he meets.

"Shall we see if I've got some tea to go with those baked goods?"

[leetle]

Jester grins at the man standing in front of her, eye caught by his grandiose gesturing and immediately charmed. "Nice to meet you, Shaun," she chirps, following him into the house without hesitation, like she just belongs there. "Tea would be great." She hasn't seen the ground floor of Essek's house, yet, so she's looking all around to take in the new scenery as she speaks.

"This place is amazing, by the way. Caleb showed me some of the upstairs the other day, but down here is super nice, too!"

HOT TUBBING | open to whoever's in the neinhaus at the time

[leetle]

Her conversation with Caleb about installing a hot tub in the garden hasn't gone forgotten, but in the meantime Jester decides to take advantage of the one in the bathroom. It's there, it's a shame not to use it, right? Caleb said nobody really hung out in it together, which Jester guesses is fair since there's also a toilet in there which automatically makes it awkward. But she wants to at least give people the option!

So she grabs a big stack of towels, sets them on the toilet lid, and then pillages the kitchen for a few assorted trays of food. Painstakingly, she assembles what amounts to a Shirley Temple and sticks a fancy straw in it and a cherry on top before bringing it all back to the bathroom. She opens the windows to let in the night breeze and let the steam escape, fills the tub with hot water and some nice scented oils she found on the shelf nearby, and then throws on an undershirt and a pair of clean undies before sticking her head out over the banister and shrieks:

"HOT TUB PARTY STARTING RIGHT NOW OKAYYYYYY?"

Great! Invitations are sent! Now all that's left for her to do is slide into the steaming hot tub with a hiss of satisfaction and sip at her fancy drink.

[devilstongue]

TaptaptaptapTAPTAPTAP. The smattering of feet is the only warning before a naked Molly barges in with a huge grin. The hot tub is close to his room, so there's no way he could have missed that shriek, and an invitation to his favorite thing? You know he'll be there.

"I'm so here for this!" Molly purrs, brightening even more when he sees how lovely she's made all of it. He tosses a towel in the sink and then slides into the water next to her.

"How are you doing, dear?"

[leetle]

"Woo!" Jester hears the rapid approach of feet, and looks downright jazzed when Molly appears in the doorway; she pumps both fists up in the air. The jets are bubbling away already, perfumed steam rising up from the water's surface as Molly gets in with her.

"I'm good! I missed doing this, I always forget how relaxing it is." Her tail sticks up out of the water, the spade tip flipping back and forth lazily like a cat's. "How have you been, Mol-ly-maaaauk?" She stretches his name out like a piece of taffy, fond and happy.

For Caleb

[leetle]

Now that things have settled into a bit of a routine, it gets easier by the day for Jester to allow herself to relax. She's not tip-toeing around anyone's feelings, much less her own, and her days pass pleasantly enough, even if she wishes there was more than one day of sun every week. It's no matter, though, because she has a project to work on.

It's on a cold, damp afternoon that Jester goes looking for Caleb, the fruits of her labor tucked carefully under her arm between the pages of a (nudie) magazine for safe-keeping. She finds him in the kitchen, the scent of coffee and dish soap filling her nose as she cheerfully skips toward the center island and leans across it, nudie mag clutched in her hands.

"Cay-leb! I've been looking for you! I've got something for you~", she sing-songs, flipping the corner of the magazine's pages excitedly.

[blumenthal]

The smell of dish soap is especially strong as Caleb has just finished washing the dishes. They're drying in the rack on the counter beside the sink, and he's rinsing his hands as Jester calls his name in her familiar sing-song. He turns with a towel in his hand to look at her, glancing quickly from her grin to the magazine she's holding.

Wait. That's definitely--

"Is it porn?"

There's a little bit of a brow raise, but he's inquisitive more than confused. Jester handing him a nudie mag is definitely not beyond what he might expect from her.

[leetle]

Jester looks down at the magazine in her hands like it didn’t occur to her what it might look like, because she didn’t. She cackles, shaking her head.

“Oh! No, no, this is just to keep it safe.” She pulls the pages apart, and tucked into the centerfold is a piece of paper covered in ink, which she quickly flips so that he can’t see it yet.

“Okay, so I’ve been working on this for a couple of days. I was looking back through my sketchbook, you know, and I realized that it’s kind of selfish of me to keep all these memories to myself. So...I copied some of them down for you.”

Carefully, she flips the page back around and lays it on the counter facing Caleb, pushing it toward him a little. It’s a full page of illustrations, all moments from the time they’ve known each other, lovingly copied from her sketchbook. There’s a drawing of Caleb, sitting with wide, blank eyes with flowers braided into his hair. A detailed portrait of a sleeping Frumpkin. Beau and Caleb, hugging and looking excruciatingly awkward. Smaller things are woven in, too, little doodles that she’s made of Caleb’s illusions from Rumblecusp, a black pearl.

She watches his face anxiously, continuing on softly. “I thought it might be nice to hang up somewhere, if you want.”

july open prompts!

[leetle]

i. pile on the candy, it's such a pretty sight (the neinhaus)

[The weeks after the Zone of Truth are a bit of a flurry of activity; between spaceship rides and chopping wood and Beau coming back, Jester has had plenty of distractions to keep her busy. But the one constant that can truly be relied on is her sweet tooth, and one day she finds herself with both too much time on her hands and a massive craving for brownies.

The kitchen is in a tilt before long, bowls and measuring cups everywhere, gooey spatulas and whisks leaned up against them, the oven churning out warm, chocolate-scented air. The countertops are chiefly taken up by cooling racks containing batch after batch of brownies.

If anyone passes through, they're liable to be greeted by a spoonful of brownie batter to the face, wielded by a cocoa powder- and sugar-dusted Jester.]

Try this. Does it taste chocolatey enough to you?


ii. paint myself in blue and red and black and gray (neinhaus)

[The other part of her free time, in between brownie comas, is spent improving her and Beau's living space. Sharing a room with the monk feels so much like their travels with the Nein, feels so much like home that it makes her want to paint. So she pulls all the furniture away from the wall behind the bed, and starts to paint.

It starts out with a sea horizon at sunset, the sky fading from orange to pink to plum to deep indigo blue all the way up by the ceiling, above a placid, darkening sea. The two moons of Exandria hang over head, bright and beautiful Catha and the burning red of Ruidus. Then she starts to paint the island. To anyone who's seen it, it's easy to identify as Rumblecusp, with the Ball Eater hovering just offshore. It looks like paradise, especially compared with the dreary island just outside the window.

She takes breaks, of course, sprawled in the middle of the floor with paint smearing her arms, her face, and the oversized t-shirt she may or may not have nicked from Fjord's closet for a paint shirt. Scrolling through her device idly while she chews on a crusty corner piece of brownie, she'll happily flag down anyone she sees passing by in the hall.]

Hey! Want to see what I'm working on?

iii. i'm going to send a message to... (augurnet)

hiiii everyone!!
quick question for you guys!
if you had a choice between never wearing pants again or never wearing a shirt again what would you pick??
personally i would never wear pants because they're a pain in the ass anyway when you have a tail

[halforc]

[ When he peeked in earlier to grab some juice it didn't look like nearly so many flour explosions had happened, but it's been a couple of hours since then and Fjord has returned out of curiosity (following the delicious smells assaulting his nose as scents travelled upstairs). He swipes a finger on the batter-wet spoon and hums his approval as he tastes it, eyes roving the stacks of brownies cooling on the counters. ]

Tastes like pure sugar, so I assume exactly what you were aiming for.

[ The flour on one of her horns has his lips twitching with a wider smile. He reaches for one of the rows of brownies ... ]

Can I have some of these?

[leetle]

Oh! Perfect!

[Jester grins, pulling the spoon back to lick directly off it, and nodding her approval.]

Yeah, I think this is the one. [She might not have found her soulmate yet, but she'll be damned if she doesn't find the perfect brownie recipe. Cheerfully, she starts to dump the batter from the bowl into a square pan.]

Yeah, yeah, of course! I made literally a zillion of them. What are you doing today?

II

[devilstongue]

[ Molly does indeed want to see what she's working on, and slips inside when he's invited. The mural she's painting is beautiful, and he takes a moment to just gawk at it with wide red eyes. A sunset with brilliant colors, the moons... ]

Oh, Jessie... it looks amazing. Is that the Ball-Eater? What's the island?

[leetle]

[Jester dances nervously from foot to foot as Molly looks at her work, wringing her hands together.]

You really think so? [She nods, walking up to the wall and grinning at the ship she's slowly been adding details to between waiting for other things to dry.] Yep, that's it! The island is Rumblecusp. It's where we had Travelercon! We also had to kill this giant astral being that was mind controlling people, so that was pretty wild.

For Eskel

[leetle]

[Continued from here.]

[Jester answers the door after only a few moments, wearing a simple black ruched-sleeve dress, beneath a red-and-gold brocade underbust corset that pushes her breasts up invitingly. Her feet are clad in black knee-high boots, and she has black silk ribbons tied around her horns. She's even gone to the trouble of curling her hair, just to look extra-cute for Eskel's visit.

The tiefling beams up at the witcher.]

Hiiii! [She leans up to kiss him on the cheek, and then backs up to let him into the foyer.] I'm so glad you found it okay!

[wolfwithagoat]

[He smiles when he sees her, but then as he really looks at her, his eyes widen. Yellow eyes wander up and down her several times. (And they always pause for an extra second over her chest.)]

[That kiss on the cheek helps him recover his composure enough to finally follow her in.] Ah, wow...evenin', Jester. You look great. [Eskel reaches to her, trailing one hand over her hair to start, then along the bottom curve of her horn and gently over ribbons. Down it goes along her jaw. And when it reaches her chin, he tips her head up for a proper kiss.]

You set a whole new standard for "gettin' dolled up".

[leetle]

[She can't help but preen a little when she notices Eskel staring at her, a pleased grin creeping across her face.]

Aww, thank you! You look very handsome. [Letting the door shut behind them, Jester lingers when he reaches out to her, grinning as he trails a hand across her hair, her horn, and then her face. Her chin lifts without complaint, returning his kiss with a soft, pleased little laugh.]

I bet you say that to all the girls!

OH SHIT HERE WE GO

[thunderbeau]

[it's only a few minutes after Jester's last message before Beau appears in the garden. She looks...very nervous, but she attempts a smile, sitting across from Jester criss-cross applesauce]

Hey. Uhhh. Hey. Whatcha working on?

[leetle]

[After getting that message from Beau, any concentrated drawing she might have been doing has pretty much gone out the window. She's just doodling on the corner of a page when she sees Beau emerge from the house, and Jester quickly shuts her sketchbook, setting it to the side. She has a feeling she knows what this is about, and it's making her stomach churn a little.]

Oh, hiii! Just doodling, really. [She's sitting at the base of a big tree, knees drawn up to her chest.]

So, um...you wanted to talk?

For Caleb

[leetle]

[She waits until she hears from Caleb that he's finished up for the evening as they'd discussed, and then Jester's on a mission; she marches into town to pick up her order from the Limp Noodle Shop, which consists of two big plastic containers of a noodle dish called 'ramen,' along with an order of plain pork dumplings for Caleb and an order of spicy ones for herself. She brings it back to the Neinhaus and gets everything all set up in the living room; the noodles go into nicer bowls with forks, because she doesn't know how to use the sticks they came with yet. The dumplings all go on a plate, and then everything is arranged on the coffee table with a couple of bottled fizzy drinks in bright colors from the ramen shop.

She shoots off a quick text to Caleb once everything's all set up.]

Meet me in the living room! Everything's all ready for you 3:)

[blumenthal]

[ Caleb's response comes quickly. He's returned to his room to make sure it's suitable if Jester wants to have another look at the wall, but he's still dressed for--and hair slightly messy from--a long few hours of arcane tinkering, and hasn't thought to change. ]

I'll be right down.

[ Less than a minute later, he does. The smell of the food Jester has brought home wafts all the way up the stairs, and Caleb follows his nose to find a spread of noodles and dumplings, and Jester. ]

Oh, good. I like this place.

[ It's odd how easy it is to follow a whim and lean down to press a grateful kiss to Jester's temple, just below the curl of a horn. Mild, as far as affectionate gestures go, but meaningful that he feels able to do it at all. ]

Thank you for picking it up.

for Noiz

[leetle]

[She spends the morning downstairs in the painting studio, working on mock-ups for the mural projects she's got going on, but as promised Jester migrates up to the tattoo studio and starts setting everything up. It's taken some practice, learning how to use the tubes and plug everything in, but now she's got the motions down. She sets up two little inkwells full of black ink, and then pulls a few drawings out of her bag, laying them out as she waits for her canvas to arrive.]

[zunge]

[Noiz winds up spending the late morning literally across the street at another body mod shop that he happens to own. She may have noticed during her visits to the tattoo parlor that the business directly across from it is a place with no windows and only a wooden sign hanging from wrought iron declaring 'Scarify Me' in woodburning style. That's where he comes out of right around noon.

The art studio beneath the Tattoo Parlor is new, something he has to stare at a bit as he heads on up. The stairs creak as he heads on up, a gumdrop in hand. A reward from the Augur, and precisely the reason why he's bothering with getting a tattoo in the first place. What's the point of getting inked if you can't feel the pain during the process? The instructions that came with the gumdrop are simple: eat it to be able to perceive pain for six hours.

Only once he sees or hears her does he bother to pop it into his mouth, chewing on the sweet-and-sour flavor. Swallow first, then talk.]

Hi.

[So this is what a tiefling looks like in person. He did see some video post and comments of one of the others here, but he's yet to ever run into any himself. What Jester will find is a heavily pierced, blond human in a lot of green, white, navy blue and black.]

painting shenanigans

[curriculumachine]

[They hadn't specified when to meet on the sunny day, but it wouldn't have made a difference for Akira as he tends to be significantly late even if he claims he'll "be right there". He hasn't sent any texts ahead of time, and he shows up mid-afternoon, only half expecting Jester to actually be there. He's a little less shabbily dressed than at their last encounter, though not particularly in any effort to look more approachable, at least not consciously. He'll browse the inventory until she arrives, or until she notices him if she's already at the studio.]

[leetle]

[She's there already when he shows up, engrossed in drawing in her sketchbook since it seems she's already got everything else all set up: two tabletop easels sit back to back, with a small canvas resting on each. Between the two is a large tray of paints, and an assortment of brushes.

Hearing the door open, Jester looks up and grins.]

You came!