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riverviewlogs2017-08-14 11:58 pm
unmakeme) wrote in riverviewlogs2017-08-14 11:58 pm
August catch-all
WHO: Natasha, Natalia, and anyone interested
WHAT: working, walking, working out, regressing, business as usual
WHEN: month of August
WHERE: communal housing, perimeter, gym, around the city in general
NOTES: On the evening of the 14th, Natasha will come in contact with the memory loss pollen. It will take away a few very specific memories, and the ripple effect of that will make most of the last decade of so a fuzzy mess. The upshot of it all is that she’s forgotten being a part of SHIELD and will be under the impression that she somehow pulled off the biggest con in the history of cons to get herself made a part of the Avengers. Slightly more detail on the whole thing can be found here. If you want to plan something out, you can also feel free to do it in the comments there.
Also, it’s not as easy to write a specific prompt for it, but she walks everywhere she goes. So running into on her way to or from any of these options is also a very valid option.
GYM
Natasha’s at the gym at least once a day. Usually first thing in the morning, but occasionally later at night. The place empties out quite a bit after the sun sets, and it’s nice to have the quiet and all the equipment to herself. Most of the time. A few days a week, the main room where classes are held is dedicated instead to sparring, small rings set up around the perimeter. She hits those as often as she can.
PERIMETER GUARD-ING
Hurry up and wait. That is, more or less, an absolutely perfect description of being on call for Search and Rescue. Just because she’s good at it doesn’t mean it’s not incredibly boring. There are only so many playing cards you can flick into a coffee mug, only so many laps a person can run around the perimeter of the city, and only so many improvements that can be made to her gear in any given day.
If someone wants to go exploring beyond the wall, she’s quick to volunteer to accompany them, part of her hoping that something dangerous comes to investigate. So far, the creatures that stay close enough to the wall to be drawn in are more of a workout than a problem.
GROCERY STORE
Natasha’s never been much of a cook. Laura made a serious effort to help her learn back when their friendship was still a very strange and uncertain thing. Natasha didn’t know quite how to tell her that she had no desire to learn, and the older woman probably assumed it was some sort of universal bonding experience. They got over it quickly, so Natasha has very few successful recipes under her belt. Which is fine. She goes to the store a few times a week for things that are easy to eat on their own. Bars and shakes, fruit, nuts, anything that takes no thought or effort. It’s what she prefers when she’s bone tired after work.
Once Clark is gone and Jon is alone, the shopping takes a little longer. Dropping by to see him with food is mostly an excuse to check in on him every other day or so. Still, it’s an excuse that works, and if she’s going to bring food, she’d rather it be something he’d like. Which is how she ends up doing things like spending several minutes staring at two different boxes of cookies, one in each hand, attempting to get into the mind of a pre-teen boy and decide if double chocolate is better than chocolate fudge, or if a person can ever have too much chocolate.
On days she has more energy, well, she still doesn’t want to spend it cooking. There are a few nice breakfast places between the housing building and
RESTAURANT/COFFEE SHOP
The logical flip-side of not liking to cook, Nat eats out a lot. On days when breakfast isn’t a protein bar eaten on her walk to work, she takes her time at one of the places nearby with outdoor seating. It’s a habit she’s not likely to break any time soon, watching people from behind her sunglasses as she drinks her tea and eats her eggs. She’s not always subtle about it, but she’s also not exactly trying to be. There’s almost no reason to hide here. If someone notices her staring, she may even raise her cup in salute, acknowledging that yes, she was just intently watching you do whatever you were doing.
SPECIAL: AMNESIA EVENT
Natasha doesn’t have allergies, but something hits her hard after lunch on Monday - sneezing, headache, stuffed nose, the whole nine yards. It’s absolute hell, and she blows off the rest of her day to go back to the high rise and just take a fucking nap. Kicking her jeans off inside the door and flopping face first into her pillow, she’s out like a light almost immediately.
The first thing that Natalia does upon waking up in the late afternoon, her head fuzzy and her memory full of holes, is go pawing through her things looking for an explanation. What she finds doesn’t provide her with any answers, only questions. The jeans on the floor fit her, the phone in the pocket opening to her fingerprint. The conversations in the phone, they don’t sound like her. None of them. As she reads, though, memories come back. Still fuzzy, not quite fitting together. It’s not until she gets to—- she wouldn’t call it a journal. More like a bunch of disjointed thoughts that would probably make no sense to anyone else. There’s an upshot that has a whole lot coming back to her in a rush, though. The Avengers. Holy shit. How did she pull that one off?
Now that she can’t remember. Nothing. Just one giant hole in her past. She puts two and two together from a handful of panicked open messages on the network and the responses to them, including an exchange she was part of earlier in the day. The most amazing infiltration job she thinks she’s ever heard of, and she has no idea how she pulled it off.
Which is fine. This is all going to be fine. She just needs to ride it out until people figure out how to fix this. In the mean time, she’s got a job to do and a life to reacquaint herself with. Dinner sounds like a good idea, too.
[[OOC: So, not sure exactly what date this is all getting fixed on, but in the mean time, Natalia will go through Natasha’s routines as best she can. She’ll show up to work, go to the gym, go out to eat, and just generally go through the rest of the week like nothing is wrong. Pretty much any of the options available could be used during this event. If you have any questions at all, just let me know and I’ll do my best to answer them.]]
WILDCARD!
You know the drill. Make up something else, and we'll rock the unexpected!
WHAT: working, walking, working out, regressing, business as usual
WHEN: month of August
WHERE: communal housing, perimeter, gym, around the city in general
NOTES: On the evening of the 14th, Natasha will come in contact with the memory loss pollen. It will take away a few very specific memories, and the ripple effect of that will make most of the last decade of so a fuzzy mess. The upshot of it all is that she’s forgotten being a part of SHIELD and will be under the impression that she somehow pulled off the biggest con in the history of cons to get herself made a part of the Avengers. Slightly more detail on the whole thing can be found here. If you want to plan something out, you can also feel free to do it in the comments there.
Also, it’s not as easy to write a specific prompt for it, but she walks everywhere she goes. So running into on her way to or from any of these options is also a very valid option.
GYM
Natasha’s at the gym at least once a day. Usually first thing in the morning, but occasionally later at night. The place empties out quite a bit after the sun sets, and it’s nice to have the quiet and all the equipment to herself. Most of the time. A few days a week, the main room where classes are held is dedicated instead to sparring, small rings set up around the perimeter. She hits those as often as she can.
PERIMETER GUARD-ING
Hurry up and wait. That is, more or less, an absolutely perfect description of being on call for Search and Rescue. Just because she’s good at it doesn’t mean it’s not incredibly boring. There are only so many playing cards you can flick into a coffee mug, only so many laps a person can run around the perimeter of the city, and only so many improvements that can be made to her gear in any given day.
If someone wants to go exploring beyond the wall, she’s quick to volunteer to accompany them, part of her hoping that something dangerous comes to investigate. So far, the creatures that stay close enough to the wall to be drawn in are more of a workout than a problem.
GROCERY STORE
Natasha’s never been much of a cook. Laura made a serious effort to help her learn back when their friendship was still a very strange and uncertain thing. Natasha didn’t know quite how to tell her that she had no desire to learn, and the older woman probably assumed it was some sort of universal bonding experience. They got over it quickly, so Natasha has very few successful recipes under her belt. Which is fine. She goes to the store a few times a week for things that are easy to eat on their own. Bars and shakes, fruit, nuts, anything that takes no thought or effort. It’s what she prefers when she’s bone tired after work.
Once Clark is gone and Jon is alone, the shopping takes a little longer. Dropping by to see him with food is mostly an excuse to check in on him every other day or so. Still, it’s an excuse that works, and if she’s going to bring food, she’d rather it be something he’d like. Which is how she ends up doing things like spending several minutes staring at two different boxes of cookies, one in each hand, attempting to get into the mind of a pre-teen boy and decide if double chocolate is better than chocolate fudge, or if a person can ever have too much chocolate.
On days she has more energy, well, she still doesn’t want to spend it cooking. There are a few nice breakfast places between the housing building and
RESTAURANT/COFFEE SHOP
The logical flip-side of not liking to cook, Nat eats out a lot. On days when breakfast isn’t a protein bar eaten on her walk to work, she takes her time at one of the places nearby with outdoor seating. It’s a habit she’s not likely to break any time soon, watching people from behind her sunglasses as she drinks her tea and eats her eggs. She’s not always subtle about it, but she’s also not exactly trying to be. There’s almost no reason to hide here. If someone notices her staring, she may even raise her cup in salute, acknowledging that yes, she was just intently watching you do whatever you were doing.
SPECIAL: AMNESIA EVENT
Natasha doesn’t have allergies, but something hits her hard after lunch on Monday - sneezing, headache, stuffed nose, the whole nine yards. It’s absolute hell, and she blows off the rest of her day to go back to the high rise and just take a fucking nap. Kicking her jeans off inside the door and flopping face first into her pillow, she’s out like a light almost immediately.
The first thing that Natalia does upon waking up in the late afternoon, her head fuzzy and her memory full of holes, is go pawing through her things looking for an explanation. What she finds doesn’t provide her with any answers, only questions. The jeans on the floor fit her, the phone in the pocket opening to her fingerprint. The conversations in the phone, they don’t sound like her. None of them. As she reads, though, memories come back. Still fuzzy, not quite fitting together. It’s not until she gets to—- she wouldn’t call it a journal. More like a bunch of disjointed thoughts that would probably make no sense to anyone else. There’s an upshot that has a whole lot coming back to her in a rush, though. The Avengers. Holy shit. How did she pull that one off?
Now that she can’t remember. Nothing. Just one giant hole in her past. She puts two and two together from a handful of panicked open messages on the network and the responses to them, including an exchange she was part of earlier in the day. The most amazing infiltration job she thinks she’s ever heard of, and she has no idea how she pulled it off.
Which is fine. This is all going to be fine. She just needs to ride it out until people figure out how to fix this. In the mean time, she’s got a job to do and a life to reacquaint herself with. Dinner sounds like a good idea, too.
[[OOC: So, not sure exactly what date this is all getting fixed on, but in the mean time, Natalia will go through Natasha’s routines as best she can. She’ll show up to work, go to the gym, go out to eat, and just generally go through the rest of the week like nothing is wrong. Pretty much any of the options available could be used during this event. If you have any questions at all, just let me know and I’ll do my best to answer them.]]
WILDCARD!
You know the drill. Make up something else, and we'll rock the unexpected!
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His line is so far beyond not classy. Far enough that it goes right into the absurd and doesn't ruin the mood. Perhaps that's because it's delivered with confidence, she's not entirely sure. She just knows that her reaction is not to push him away, but to snort out a little laugh and tip her head back against the bank of lockers. She runs her hand into his hair, twists her fingers in it, gentle encouragement.
She doesn't have much regard for who might walk in on them, either, and doesn't stop the movement of his hands from nudging the waistband of her pants lower and lower. Most of the people who are in this gym are still crowded around the mats, and probably will be for the remaining hour or so that they're out today.
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The warmth of her skin is apparent, even against his hot, rough hands. He drags her pants lower until they're low enough that she can step out of them if she wishes. His hands slide back up, hitching her shirt upward but not off. He presses kisses down her collarbone, then down her chest and stomach. He starts to crouch as his lips press lower down her body.
He hitches her leg over his shoulder, dragging his teeth over the skin of her inner thigh. He glances upward at her and raises a brow, studying her face to gauge her interest.
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She lets him move her, arrange her, and it's not passive. He just happens to be moving her to places she wants to go. If he ever tries something she's not interested in, he'll know very quickly. When he stops, looking for approval, it's almost cute. Luckily, he's solid and sexy enough to overpower the cute. "Well." She raises an eyebrow at him, voice full of challenge. "Go on. Tell me how I taste."
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He doesn't feel the need to respond verbally to her permission, though he does hum with approval. His lips stay on her thighs for the moment, thumbs looping under the legs of her underwear so he can drag that down too. His tongue traces over her outer folds and he drags his teeth just slightly, just enough for something a little rough. His hands shift upward so he can spread her thighs just that inch more and he moves in with his tongue, circling it over her clitoris.
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Her hand in his hair is also rough, fingers twisted in the long strands, pulling hard enough to possibly hurt a little. She's still riding the adrenaline of the bout, though, and it's robbing her entirely of patience. Also tact. When the locker room door opens, thumping against the wall as Carl walks in, she'd probably throw something at him if her hands weren't full of Thor.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" she snarls in the general direction of the door, not feeling at all bad at the horror and touch of fear on Carl's face. He probably thinks she's about to pull up her pants and strangle him. She's not certain he's wrong. She wants sex more than she wants violence, though. So she grits her teeth and looks down at Thor, lips pursed before she pushes him away to tug her clothes back on. "Get your stuff, come with me."
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He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and watches her, momentarily feeling secondhand fear for Carl before she seems to decide that they're leaving. Thor takes a moment to think about cold showers and the elderly before he stands up to follow.
He spares a glance for Carl and nods as he passes him, catching up with Natasha to shadow her. "Where will we go?"
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"Somewhere close," she tells Thor as they spill out onto the street and she takes a quick look up and down the street. She's pretty sure-- yes. There. She nods her head at a tall narrow building on the corner, a sign over the door letting everyone on the street know that they have vacancies. Given the nature of the city, Natasha suspects that most of the rooms are permanent housing for people who don't like to cook and hate to clean. Still, they aren't all taken, and she's sure she and Thor won't be the first people who only want the bed and the privacy. "There."
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Thor raises a brow at the building, but he has no concept of what a hotel is. He assumes she resides here, so as they approach he leans in to press kisses and graze his teeth over her neck. He's blissfully unaware of the process of "checking in", he thinks this is their last stop.
So, he's going to rub his hands over her ass again.
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Natalia half leads, half drags him to the elevator, and as soon as she punches the button for their floor, she's yanking him forward and down with a hand on the back of his neck so she can kiss him.
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"He looks frightened."
It's endearing, but it doesn't hold his attention for a second after the key touches Natasha's hand. Thor allows himself to be lead, and when they're in the elevator he waists no time lifting her up so she can reach his lips with ease. He braces her against the wall of the elevator, although it takes no effort to hold her up, it just gives him better access to her mouth.
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Maybe it’s a touch of genuine fear, and she shouldn't find that funny. In other circumstances, she might be afraid of Thor, too. If she were a more ordinary person and thought she was standing between him and something he wanted. Seeing as she is the thing he wants, she just feels excited. Fear is thrilling, in its own way, and Nat’s upbringing and training made it necessary to find a unique way to survive and thrive. The pain, the terror, things she wasn’t supposed to feel, things that weren’t supposed to matter. She’d never been able to do it, though, never been able to switch off her humanity. So she found another way. Since she couldn’t not feel it, she made herself like it, she made it spur her forward.
She’s not afraid of Thor, though. When he hoists her up against the wall, she grins and wraps her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck, her gym bag thumping against his back. She hears the door ding when it opens, and small blessing, they’re alone. "Down the hall," she gasps out, with a look back over her shoulder. "Six oh eight. There."