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entrancelogs2018-08-02 09:56 pm
alsoagirl) wrote in entrancelogs2018-08-02 09:56 pm
open | Oh what a night
Who: Jessica Hamby & yooou!
Where: Around the mansion
When: Nighttime, 8/2
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Jessica has a busy night ahead of her!
The Story:
Library / Early Evening
What the fuck.
[ The words are a suspenseful whisper. She's sitting at a table with a small pile of CDs in front of her, her hands clutching the headphones of the Walkman she's borrowing for the night. Once a week, she'd been taking some time to catch up on the decades of music she'd missed out on thanks to her insanely restrictive parents. From the Backstreet Boys (her favorite!) to N*Sync to every other artist that'd been popular with teens for the past 20 years, she'd had quite the fill already.
But tonight! Ohh, tonight. She'd been going through Taylor Swift's discography. Imagine her shock when she'd discovered how much more music she'd made since 2009. Fucking tons of it! But as she proceeded through it, she noticed something...interesting. Things were getting a little less country, a little more...well. It was weird! She was halfway through Red and tilting her head this way and that, and the book she was reading (an Earth science textbook) lay forgotten.
There's a long silence where she just listens, then a smile forms and she bobs her head with the beat. This was kinda catchy! Before long, she's humming along. Quietly, though!
Yes, there will be no getting back together, never ever! ]
Kitchen / Late Evening
[ There's the sound of an egg cracking, then a loud splatter. ]
Ah, shit!
[ The scene in the kitchen is a travesty. There are baking supplies everywhere, flour dusting nearly every surface near her (including her body), and who knows what goop is splattered all over. And the ripped up pineapples? Don't ask.
Jessica groans at the tenth bowl of "batter" she's made, trying and failing to dig out the numerous shell pieces that have made their way into it with very goopy fingers. This is all made ten times worse by how bad everything smells to her, thanks to human food smelling like something from a morgue, but she needed some practice! Shawn had put the seed of curiosity in her head: can one truly make a pineapple cobbler?
She grimaces at the bowl. Those bits of shell weren't going anywhere. The battle was lost. She heaves a sigh and puts the bowl with the stack of other messy ones. If at first you don't succeed, try again. And again. And again.
This is what she gets for never learning how to cook. ]
The Roof / Midnight
[ It was a fucking dumb thing to do, but she felt the need to. Everyone could use a little stupidity every now and then to lighten up the hell Wonderland could be.
Wrapped up in a bathrobe, Jessica steps out onto the roof, carrying a bag full of goodies. She glances up at the sky. The moon's bright enough, making her smile. Not that it matters much. No one gets a moonburn.
Humming to herself, she digs into her bag and sets everything up. Soon enough, a towel's rolled out with a fluffy pillow, she's poured a tall glass of blood with a straw and cute little umbrella poking out of it, and of course, the most necessary bit is sitting nearby--one of those weird, reflective boards that look like a giant piece of tin foil.
Pleased at her set up, she pulls off her robe to reveal her (very tasteful!) one piece and settles onto the towel. Then, for the perfect final touch, she puts on some heart-shaped sunglasses and settles in with the board.
Nothing like a little moonbathing after a long, hard night. ]
Where: Around the mansion
When: Nighttime, 8/2
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Jessica has a busy night ahead of her!
The Story:
What the fuck.
[ The words are a suspenseful whisper. She's sitting at a table with a small pile of CDs in front of her, her hands clutching the headphones of the Walkman she's borrowing for the night. Once a week, she'd been taking some time to catch up on the decades of music she'd missed out on thanks to her insanely restrictive parents. From the Backstreet Boys (her favorite!) to N*Sync to every other artist that'd been popular with teens for the past 20 years, she'd had quite the fill already.
But tonight! Ohh, tonight. She'd been going through Taylor Swift's discography. Imagine her shock when she'd discovered how much more music she'd made since 2009. Fucking tons of it! But as she proceeded through it, she noticed something...interesting. Things were getting a little less country, a little more...well. It was weird! She was halfway through Red and tilting her head this way and that, and the book she was reading (an Earth science textbook) lay forgotten.
There's a long silence where she just listens, then a smile forms and she bobs her head with the beat. This was kinda catchy! Before long, she's humming along. Quietly, though!
Yes, there will be no getting back together, never ever! ]
[ There's the sound of an egg cracking, then a loud splatter. ]
Ah, shit!
[ The scene in the kitchen is a travesty. There are baking supplies everywhere, flour dusting nearly every surface near her (including her body), and who knows what goop is splattered all over. And the ripped up pineapples? Don't ask.
Jessica groans at the tenth bowl of "batter" she's made, trying and failing to dig out the numerous shell pieces that have made their way into it with very goopy fingers. This is all made ten times worse by how bad everything smells to her, thanks to human food smelling like something from a morgue, but she needed some practice! Shawn had put the seed of curiosity in her head: can one truly make a pineapple cobbler?
She grimaces at the bowl. Those bits of shell weren't going anywhere. The battle was lost. She heaves a sigh and puts the bowl with the stack of other messy ones. If at first you don't succeed, try again. And again. And again.
This is what she gets for never learning how to cook. ]
[ It was a fucking dumb thing to do, but she felt the need to. Everyone could use a little stupidity every now and then to lighten up the hell Wonderland could be.
Wrapped up in a bathrobe, Jessica steps out onto the roof, carrying a bag full of goodies. She glances up at the sky. The moon's bright enough, making her smile. Not that it matters much. No one gets a moonburn.
Humming to herself, she digs into her bag and sets everything up. Soon enough, a towel's rolled out with a fluffy pillow, she's poured a tall glass of blood with a straw and cute little umbrella poking out of it, and of course, the most necessary bit is sitting nearby--one of those weird, reflective boards that look like a giant piece of tin foil.
Pleased at her set up, she pulls off her robe to reveal her (very tasteful!) one piece and settles onto the towel. Then, for the perfect final touch, she puts on some heart-shaped sunglasses and settles in with the board.
Nothing like a little moonbathing after a long, hard night. ]