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[December 1st - Action]

[thebetterhalf]

[It's late in the evening hours when Marco returns to the apartment, just as it was the day before. However, things are different now. He himself isn't even sure what happened. It's like the last few weeks, especially the last few days are just a blur. What has he been doing? ...No, he knows what he's been doing, but why? What possessed him to do such a thing? What finally snapped him out of it? Somewhere in the back of his mind, there's an image of a girl. A dancing girl wearing a very odd white dress. She did something to him. She helped him.

How did he get home? He can't remember that much either. He must've wandered back in a bit of a daze. Now that the painful feeling in his chest is gone, the full force of exhaustion is hitting him hard. He's sore, tired, but above all he's ashamed. Ashamed of the way he's been behaving and ashamed of the way he treated Jean, who was only trying to look out for him.

Just like the day before, he slips through the door as quietly as possible. He expects Jean will be waiting for him again- ready to scold him again- but this time he won't avoid it. Jean has every right to get mad at him, he realizes that now.]

[December 1st - Action]

[wipesfaith]

[Jean wasn't going to wait for him again tonight - he learned his "lesson" last night, loud and clear. Marco doesn't want his help, doesn't care about his concern. Fine. Let him mess up and realize Jean was right all along. These are the thoughts that sour inside of him, a product of raw and bitter anger.

But a bigger part of him knows he can't accept that. He can't just stop worrying about his friend. So when dinner passes and Marco still isn't back, again, he finds himself pacing in the living room, throwing his eyes toward the door every few minutes. His thoughts fall on his journal, but he doesn't trust Marco to pull his head out of his own ass for long enough to check for a message.

By the time Marco comes back, Jean has settled onto the couch, arms crossed, eyes already on the door. He doesn't say a word this time, letting his unwavering glare communicate with his friend instead: I'm still keeping an eye out for you, whether you want it or not.]

[December 1st - Action]

[thebetterhalf]

[He notes that glare, even if he can't quite decipher it, and the actual silence between them is almost deafening. He was such an idiot, letting things get this out of control between them. Jean's his closest friend and he'd always trusted the guy's judgment before. He should've never doubted his intentions.

For a few seconds, he just hangs his head, unable to meet that glare any longer. Then he steps further into the apartment. He knows full well it's up to him to make the first move. What he doesn't know is whether Jean will accept it so easily.]

... I'm sorry. I... I don't know what came over me the other day.

[January 20th - Voice]

[enchantressofore]

[Now that she's gotten the bracelets to Aang, she has to contact Jean... A big sigh leaves her and she can already feel her own nervousness over it. After last time, she kind of doesn't want to contact him...

But she promised she would.]

Jean. If you get this, I am ready to see if I can replicate the blades you were speaking of for your commission. I am going to be at the forge all day today.

[Just... Not even bringing up what happened at the cafe nope].

[January 20th - Action]

[wipesfaith]

[He had wondered if her offer was still valid, or if he had completely fucked everything up back at the cafe. Brilliant. Freakin' brilliant. So when he finds the message in his journal and listens to it, he's a little surprised.

And this from the girl who was so affronted by the idea of unwarranted kindness. (Although, he would still insist that he wasn't being all that kind.)

He doesn't respond. Because what would he say that's worth being said? Instead, he'll just drop by the smithy in the afternoon. There's an annoyed sigh hanging from his lips as he pauses outside the door before pushing it open and stepping inside.]

Adela? It's me, Jean. I got your message. [He pushes the hood of his cloak down around his shoulders. Unlike the last time she saw him, he has the full 3D maneuver gear strapped onto his harness.]

[January 20th - Action]

[enchantressofore]

Just a moment.

[She's still exhausted from the past few days, but she can at least get started on the molding for it... It takes her a couple of seconds, but she steps out to the front from the smithy so that she can 'greet' him. She's a little pink, clearly nervous over what's going to happen. He'd probably notice those bags under her eyes, too. Not that she cares.]

May I see them?

December 26th - January 1st

[wipesfaith]

[Mistletoe shenanigans, continued from here...!]

[elevatoravatar]

She looks at him and shrugs, "What is a kiss if there is nothing behind it? If it is simply the act of pressed lips then I see no cause for alarm. But to loose points. I do not even know what they are for yet part of me longs for more!"

[wipesfaith]

[...Yeah, okay, so she's a little weird.]

I hear this Christmas holiday is big on presents, so I'm guessing it has something to do with that. [And based on what he's heard about Santa, stalking people and keeping track of their activities to form a basis for their worthiness is another big part of the holiday. Messed up, if you ask him.]

January 1st

[thebetterhalf]

[Continued from the New Years dinner to be more precise.

Special new year food... That's amazing. Marco always used to take the variety of food back home for granted, but after seeing how many different kinds of ingredients and dishes exist in other worlds, he's gotten kind of jealous.]

Yeah... Same here. [Even if alcohol was pretty tricky to get in Jinae. No, maybe it's because it was tricky to get that everyone saved it for special occasions like the new year.]

[aqueousliving]

...It doesn't sound that different.

[Not the drunk part, though, being underage and all.

Pulling off the shrimp's legs with his left hand, he uses the chopsticks in his right to assist in peeling the shrimp's shell.]

You both live inland.

[It's less a question and more a statement he'd like affirmation of.]

December 26th, haruka -> jean -> utena?

[aqueousliving]

[ooc: continued from here]

[It's right about this time that Haruka arrives back in the Flame building and trudges up the stairs, a plastic bag of vegetables dangling from his fingertips. Haruka gives the two people blocking the entrance to the kitchen a flat stare.

...Can this guy get any more annoying? Of course Jean is the sort who can't keep it in his pants. If Jean is going to bring a girl home, would it kill him to wait until they get to the bedroom before making out? Heck, Haruka would be content if they just did it somewhere where it isn't blocking his path to the kitchen.

Haruka is not cleaning their egg mess, either.]

Hey!

[Because Haruka clearly has no qualms about interrupting people in the middle of amorous activities if it's directly between himself and his goals.]

You're in the way.

December 26th, yes good

[wipesfaith]

[To be fair, they made it at least a few steps into the kitchen...but still not far enough that they aren't blocking the way for anyone who would want to cook in a family-friendly atmosphere.

Jean starts to pull away from Utena, both startled and annoyed by the interruption, and it is in this precise moment that the mistletoe's spell wears off. Like waking up from a nap - at first in a daze, and then gaining awareness all at once - he realizes that he's been macking on someone who is his friend (who happens to be a cute girl, but that's a little beside the point right now). Um. Uh. Cue his face turning a deep shade of mortification. He lets go of her and steps backward, nearly slipping on the splattered contents of one of the dropped eggs, and his eyes bounce between her and Haruka, caught between spewing apologies to Utena and telling him off.]

I didn't-- Shut up! [It looks like his very jumbled emotions have settled on anger for now, thrown at Haruka.] It's not like I planned for this to happen!

December 28th, action!

[withoutdoubt]

[(Just picked out some random date that isn't too far from Jude's intro...! If you want another one, feel free to change it.)

Anyway-- After being in Luceti for a little while and getting more or less used to its environment, Jude send Jean a message regarding their promise of hitting up the Battle Dome together. Once he gets the okay from him, he heads on over there, ready to practice some martial arts! And see whatever neat fighting technique Jean has too, since he is still awfully curious about that.

His excitement brings him there a little early as well, so whenever Jean arrives, he'll find Jude sitting outside already.]

December 28th, action! is cool with me

[wipesfaith]

[And here comes Jean, bundled up in his cloak and with the 3D maneuver gear secured to his harness...which probably looks like a whole lot of god-knows-what to Jude. He raises his hand in a half wave.]

Jude, right? [He's only ever seen him though the journal, so just checking that he's got the right guy. Could be waiting out here like a schoolgirl for somebody else.]

3/9 ; action!

[loudnoises]

[ No one in the world enjoys listening to Jean Kirstein's lectures.

But there was no denying that he's right. Running around like an extremely upset chicken with its head cut off wouldn't actually do him any good—so, Eren listens. They walk and talk and even if it's not the most pleasant conversation (they're like friends that don't get along at all, however that works out), he learns all the same.

Rolling his shoulders with a tight frown, Eren glances around Luceti proper again, careful not to look as lost as he actually feels. It's a relatively small place, but that's not why it'll take some time to get used to—he follows along besides Jean, knocking into his upper arm with an errant wing flap as he speaks. ] Where are we going now?

3/9 ; action!

[wipesfaith]

[Nobody likes listening to Eren Yeager's stupid half-baked speeches. That's what nobody likes listening to.

When Eren's wing bumps into his arm, Jean gives him a light-ish shove - he understands that the wings are hard to control in their novelty, but he's compelled to be annoyed on principle, just because it's Eren. This is still surreal. He had known very well that anybody could show up here, and he had jotted Eren's name down on the list of people to look out for that he'd given to Ginia...but sometimes preparatory measures don't quite finish the job.]

We're going back to my place. Have you eaten anything since you got here?

[sometime during the latter half of the event i guess idk]

[sketchingideals]

[Once again, Jeb found himself in the form that rightfully belonged to his girlfriend and not him. Even though it wasn't the first time this had happened in Luceti, it didn't make Jeb feel better in any way about it--especially since he still didn't know what Tori's fate was back home. At least it was marginally easier to figure out how to walk this time, though not by much and he's still tripping all over the place in a female body.

While he may have gone home since the last time this happened and gained... uh... "new knowledge" of Tori's body, he still didn't feel right getting dressed and undressed while he looked like her. However, due to their height difference, he knew he was going to have to buy a temporary pair of pants at any case--the ones he had on were too short for Tori's legs, and it was more than a little uncomfortable.

And so, the walk of awkwardness to get clothes started. Jeb tries to keep himself from wobbling too much, and for the most part he succeeds. That is, until he finally stumbles far enough to come crashing into the person closest to him, unless that person is lucky enough to get out of the way. Either way? Sorry about that, Jean.]

[April 16th - action]

[jeananigans]

[Jean too is feeling awkward in his body...precisely because it isn't his body. The smallest things have him all flustered - crossing his arms over his chest only to realize there are boobs there, getting dressed this morning with his eyes screwed shut, etc. - but he tries to go about his day as normally as possible. He's on his way to the stables now, to take care of his horse; and he's a little caught up in his thoughts, so he won't notice the "girl" tripping all over herself until "she" trips right into his path.

He stumbles back to avoid her, his movements awkward in this unfamiliar body, but as an afterthought, maybe he should have tried to catch her. Or something.]

Uh...you okay?

[July 9th, Written]

[whiskytraitorfirefight]

We need to talk.

[It was over a month after the draft and while Ginia was willing to give Jean as much time as needed to sort things out they really needed to talk. There were things to confront and things to settle for their own sake.

And maybe she was a little worried about how he was handling things between the draft and people from his world leaving.]

[July 9th, Written]

[wipesfaith]

Talk about what?

[He can guess what this is about. The distance that had been ripped between them in the chaos of the draft. His all-but-avoidance of her in the weeks since. They still run into each other while waiting for rooms to open up at the Battle Dome, but he has fewer words for her these days. After Marco left, he had stopped going to her for sign language lessons completely - it wasn't an arrangement they had discussed, he just didn't show up one day.

He's as frustrated with himself as much as anything else. The nightmares that shake him awake and the something like memories that sometimes strangle him out of nowhere in the middle of the day do nothing to unstring the tension that has pulled him taut since the draft, even when he tries to relax, tries to think about anything else. It never lasts for long.]

September 21stish after the shift

[reviling]

[Knock knock Jean guess who.]

September 21stish

[wipesfaith]

[Jean had just sat down to breakfast when he hears a sharp knock at the door. With a grumble and a mournful glance at his plate as he pushes back his chair, he'll go to the door with a half-chewed bite of toast in his mouth. He isn't sure who he should expect when he pulls the door open, but Levi is somewhere toward the bottom of the list, on account of him not even being here as far as Jean knew.]

Captain Levi...! [He snaps together a salute. ...And hopes he just imagined those flecks of spittle and toast crumbs flying out of his mouth. Um.] When did you get back?

September 30th, action.

[corps]

[ Here's another mysterious knock at your door, Jean--this time in the evening. Erwin probably looks a bit different than the last time Jean saw him; not only the arm, but he's somehow gaunter, even after some time spent recuperating in Luceti. The wounds on his face, at least, have healed almost entirely. ]

September 30th, action.

[wipesfaith]

[He's not as shocked to see Erwin standing at his door as he had been to see Levi the week prior - already aware of the commander's return, Jean had anticipated that he would contact him directly soon enough. Yet, his eyes widen and his face pales as his gaze is drawn to the empty sleeve hanging at Erwin's right side. As he remembers to salute, he forces himself to look him maybe not in the eye, but in the general vicinity of his face.]

Er-- Good evening, Commander.