★ SEP. (CATCH ALL); they say i'm dangerous 'cuz i break all the cages.

[opheliac]

Who: jinx & YOU
When: all of september
Where: all throughout the boat
What: things that will happen with her during this month. some will be open & some will be private. all jinx's top-levels, her phone texting, and her one-on-one will permanently go here for the month.
Warnings: jinx suffers from mental illness. such as the following - schizophrenia, hallucinations, PTSD, & separation anxiety. these may or may not happen in this log.

WEEK 1 (09/01 - 09/03)
█ JINX ➜ 09.01 ➜ TOP-LEVEL

WEEK 2 (09/04 - 09/10)
N/A

WEEK 3 (09/11 - 09/17)
N/A

WEEK 4 (09/18 - 09/24)
█ JINX ➜ 09.18 ➜ TOP-LEVEL (backdated.)

WEEK 5 (09/25 - 09/30)
N/A

code credit to: thisismanx

Comments

[opheliac]

(as she looks up, there's a quirk of an eyebrow over the stranger. definitely someone she hadn't seen around before. a new crewmate? jinx use to be so on top of these things but she had been distracted lately.

Still she flashes him a lazy yet impish smirk -- twirling the marker between her two fingers. )

No, it's just a Jinx thing. Wanna give it a go?

[twelfthsong]

[He reaches out for the marker, a similar look of mischievous amusement in his eyes.]

You can tell me how well I'm doing at being a Jinx then. Prompt?

[opheliac]

(this old timer is already getting on her good side. extending the marker over, she then folds her arms over the table -- now looking intrigued,
too.)

Write or draw the most wicked thing you've done. Aaaand it can't be anythin' like " oh I died" or somethin'. That's boring.

[twelfthsong]

[Well. He did ask for a prompt with no other constraints. It's something he'll need to consider for the future - but on the other hand she didn't define wicked either. He only raises a slight eyebrow as he uncaps the marker and begins to draw.

It's clear he's pretty confident in his marker strokes. After a several seconds he pulls away to reveal a police box being flown away into a galaxy away from a planet. The planet has several people in ridiculous costumes shaking their fists at the man in the box that has wild hair and sunglasses much like himself.

When he's done he caps the marker and puts it in the centre of the table between them.]

[opheliac]

(this drawing might be strange to others but to jinx, it's a work of art. because every art is a masterpiece whether it's "terrible", strange, or what have you. there's no such thing as bad or terrible art for her -- all pieces are beautiful in their own unique way because it's all about prospective.

anyhow, jinx looks over it; taking in the narrative this should represent.)

Okay! — I think I might have got it. So that's you, right? (she points at the shades man.) And you're stealin' that flying box away from these people. How close am I?

[twelfthsong]

[Jinx getting it in one makes him grin. Teenagers were especially pudding brainy but Jinx seemed well enough on the nose about the drawing.]

Gold star, Doodles. Well, a figurative one. I didn't arrive with stickers but maybe Clara has them.

Now on a scale of one to ten how have I done being a Jinx?

[opheliac]

You're a solid eight! And that's pretty good for being an old timer. Usually they're not into stuff like this.

[twelfthsong]

[He'll take an eight. He never strived to be top of the class conventionally anyway.]

Well when you're 2000 years old you have to start letting go of the idea that being serious all the time is a mark of maturity.

[opheliac]

Sheesh, that old, huh? Are you a God? — Maybe some mystical being thing?

(why yes, she is taking this very casually with no surprise what so ever. not only being on this ship with all kinds of beings for months immune her but there is a professor in her realm who is in the three hundreds.)

[twelfthsong]

[Honestly it's always so much easier when people just accept the weird timey wimey stuff.]

I'm just an idiot in a box who doesn't currently have his box. So just an idiot if you'd like. Time Lord or alien if you have to get into specifics.

[opheliac]

Time Lord...

(she lets this linger for a moment but then grins while sitting more up-right. the sad look she wore before this conversation entirely vanishes and gets replaced with excitement and curiosity.)

So! That's gotta mean you travel all sorts of realms!! — I got a guy that plays with time. Nnnnooot in big, y'know, scale like that but he can go back a few seconds? That's what he told me, anyway.

[twelfthsong]

All sorts of realms and every when you could imagine.

[The friend with the time powers definitely intrigues him but Jinx has been hitting every nail on the head so far.]

And what about you? Is art your play? Or is it something else?

[opheliac]

Art is a part of many plays. — But if you gotta know, I'm an Engineer. Makin' guns and bombs are my speciality.

(leaning back in her chair, jinx decides to place her feet on the table; crossed over the other. but she makes sure to not have them in the way of her viewing.)

Not the only one here who can make that stuff but I've gotten a few customers here and there.

[twelfthsong]

[He doesn't love the idea of guns and bombs - never had, never would hopefully. There are plenty of other wonderful things that he knows minds like that are capable of making but he doesn't quite feel like lecturing right now.]

Where do you get the parts? All the machinery here is a poor imitation of the real thing.

[opheliac]

From the last excursion! There was a desert place with a lotta cars just sittin' around. My Cap wanted me to rip 'em all apart so I did it.

(there's a humongous grin on her as she leans back - allowing the back ends of her chair titter-totter somewhat. she holds her hands behind her head with a slight eyebrow wiggle.)

'Course, I would had done it even without given the order to. Be a lil' stupid to pass up an opportunity like THAT! No Face gave me some tools to work with, too. I got a few materials left over but not much.

[twelfthsong]

[The Doctor knows at this point what happened with the zombies, but despite that he can't help but wish he had arrived earlier to get his hands on his parts. Oh right, and to help people of course. But he'd be lying if he didn't admit part of it was for actual working parts.]

Enough for a small project? I'm a bit of an inventor myself and you can only take so much disappointment taking apart machines with nothing in them.

[opheliac]

Yeah, that part can really blow. Even if I can only make a gun or two, 'least I get the feel of my hands workin' again, y'know. To build somethin' and it works out? One of the greatest things one can experience.

(that and to watch things explode into tiny pieces, of course. that's another wonderful feeling for her. and it's too bad she can't necessarily go completely bonkers on the boat since she made a few friends that would frown upon her actions.)

[twelfthsong]

[That he can relate to.]

Do you make anything else aside from bombs and guns?

[opheliac]

I've made a portal base thingie once! It wasn't top-notch but it was enough for it to do what it's needs to do.

(she scrunches up her face as she takes the marker again. calling it a "portal base thingie" probably isn't clear enough however she can draw what she means. so on the table, she doodles a sphere with the writing on top "HEXTETCH MAGIC CRYSTAL" then an arrow point directly at it.

underneath it, she draws a little circle platform. this platform is there to hold the crystal in place but in the drawing, she is showing the sphere hovering above the platform. jinx even adds some stars around the sphere crystal to indicate it being active and doing it's magical self.)

[twelfthsong]

[The drawing definitely helps for context and by the time she's done with it the Doctor's eyes are all but shining. This is exactly the type of thing that a brilliant mind could be making instead of bombs and guns.]

This is brilliant, Doodles. Did you make this here? Can I see it? Or is it in your home realm? [He points to the hextech magic crystal.] And what's this component?

[opheliac]

(doodles? oh gosh, she likes that nickname! and the praise isn't too shabby, either. the one thing jinx is always chasing after is recognition over everything that she does; whether it's this or her criminal acts. and as jinx beams, she sits up right.)

The bummer part is aaaaalll back home. But that doesn't mean I can't make that portal stage thing again. It's all in my noggin' still. And as for that — (she also points at the crystal.) — that is called "Hextech". I didn't make it but some scientists at home did.

They had this wild idea that magic can be created with science. 'Cuz where I'm from, the only way to get that talent is you gotta be born with it. Somehow, they managed to pull it off and I sooorta stole it from the academy for my own use.

(she grins more as she reminiscences. oh, what a lovely night that was. to lure the enforcers into a burning building thinking a girl was trapped instead. only to be tricked and then die. masterpiece.)

It can do all sorts of stuff. Like teleportation. You can zip through any realms with its runes. It's also an explosive. Deal with that a few times. And the best thing? It can make ANY weapon more powerful than its original function. Too bad, I don't have the stone here, either. Cooouulld solve a lotta problems we're havin'.

[twelfthsong]

Being born with talent is an antiquated idea. [His nose wrinkles at the very thought. He's less concerned with her having stolen it for her own uses; how is it any different from him stealing the TARDIS?]

It just means we have to get creative with how we solve the problems. [He drums his fingers briefly against the table in thought.] You mentioned you had extra parts. Is it enough to cobble something else together? And how do you feel about an engineering partner?

[opheliac]

(with a quirk of an eyebrow, jinx cocks her head to the side. sure, she can make something else with what she's got but what exactly is he getting at with this? but for him to have interest in being her engineering partner, it... surprises her. besides ekko, not many wish to work with her with anything given how... chaotic she can be. it leaves her baffled for a moment but quickly gather herself again before he takes notice.)

Uh. Sure? I could make somethin' else with what I got. Whaddya have in mind? And with the partner thing, you... really wanna partner up with me?

[twelfthsong]

Depends what you have. Doesn't necessarily have to make anything go boom - I made a TARDIS from a graveyard of TARDIS parts but I suspect that won't do us much good there.

[He's about to prattle on with the list of inventions he's pieced together sometime out of necessity and sometimes out of boredom - but then the surprise makes him pause.]

You don't seem like a pudding brain, you like art, and you're a engineer. Guns and bombs aren't my cup of tea, but is there another reason I wouldn't want to partner with you?

[opheliac]

Ask the crewmates about me and you'll get your answer. If I were ya, I would do a lil' research before you take the passenger seat.

(picking up the marker once more, she begins to doodle another of her trademark but a lot bigger than the former ones.)

I'd hate to have a partner that breaks into itty bitty pieces halfway through.