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[conseil]

Would this be Jinx from Zaun?

1/2

[smudgy]

[ it’s not that jinx doesn’t know who she’s fighting — enforcers, takers, piltover’s prize pigs — but it was silco’s purview to memorise their names and weaknesses, to pick the best targets. all his notes written in his tidy hand, inevitably improved by her scratchy graffiti.

that all to say, when the name flashes on her screen, jinx recognises it distantly. the councilor with the pretty face, daughter of the warlord come to play at conquering. ]

the one and only
daughter of darkness
villainess of the undercity
the monster of all monsters
got a screw loose? i’ll put it to use

[smudgy]

hiya topside ✨

dear blueberry pie

[scone]

[ left outside jinx's suite in a silver, covered tray, an unsigned note pushed beneath the door — ]

trying out some blue recipes.
need a taste tester.
let me know what you think.
i'll know if you're lying.

💙 — text.

[smudgy]

[ !!!

jinx hasn't been gifted something like this in a long time. a thing not to be used but consumed. a treat, like the ones that the rich girls she watched from the rooftops would trash without thinking.

she only eats one. the other she wraps up, saving it. ]

do u always make sweet things?

[sink]

[ Silco has been introduced to gifting season and, after threatening a servant or two, the concept of "shopping". At some point after the Secret Santa thing and Aemond leaving them cake he, having no concept of the Gregorian calendar or Jesus' birthday, immediately dumps all of Jinx's gifts on her bed in a sack that has a jolly Santa on it.

Inside is half the contents of a Hot Topic from the year 2000 in pink and blue - just a variety of emo girl outfit accessories and a slightly more formalwear-appropriate dress.

In addition he's straight up stolen shit from rooms around the house that he thought she might like: the pink and blue from some artistically inclined guest's set of paint markers; a bottle of blue curacao from one of the increasing numbers of bars; body glitter and butterfly hairclips from someone else's bedroom; some christmas lights he straight up unplugged, fuck seasonal decor ig; a copy of "Adventure Stories for Boys" from Jonty's study; shiny wrapped candies; citrus fruits (someone said these were the correct gift); and coal (someone also said this was the correct gift).

He went for quantity over knowing what the fuck he was doing so it's a literal mixed bag. But then, it's the first time there's been an occasion just for giving her things. ]

backstage @ wally's drag show.

[scone]

[ the vibe is truly the complete opposite of what nami might wear, which is why sanji thinks he gravitates toward it — no one could compare to nami, and none should dare try. the dresses hang in a neat row while he smokes in his dressing gown, glaring at himself in his blond wig while jinx decides what to do next.

backstage, the incessant bustle of the other performers has no effect on him; sanji cut his teeth in volcanic kitchens and around pirates in their roughest and most ravenous states. a hungry pirate finds his motivation quicker than any promise of treasure, and he’d learned to fight as a necessary skill just as he’d learned to blend flavors and leave no parts of an animal to waste.

he crosses his long legs, his slippers on the floor as he lifts one foot to examine a bright pink shoe — making someone inconveniently sidestep his heels. ]

Lobster. [ he holds his cigarette over an overly full ashtray. ] Or chicken? I’d have to kill the lobster onstage. Did you eat?

[ he gestures toward the table laden with fussy snacks — shrimp tartlets, honey-mint lamb skewers, chocolate covered cheese with black sea salt — and tries not to look at the fresh tangerine slices decorating the punch bowl. every thought of nami is a new cut across his tender heart, a reminder of all the ways he’s failed to be enough of a man and all the things he doesn’t deserve. ]

un: silco

[sink]

[ There's been a period of quiet between them — Silco busying himself studying ReSculpt, perhaps deliberately avoiding her after December's events, perhaps not. But when he sees her responding to Vander on the network, he peeks into her room. Not seeing her, he ignores his more cowardly impulses and simply texts instead. ]

It seems Vander has joined us here.

[smudgy]

[ The earth shifts beneath her feet, terrain changed by his return, their closeness, and now —

she types and deletes:
does he hate me
is he okay
are you?

in the rafters of the topmost sitting room, she settles on: ]

have u seen him

[ because he seems more like himself than he had when she saw him last, even under viktor’s care. ]

@vander - voicenote.

[castos]

[Tellingly, he spends an hour drafting variations on the same message. It goes something like hey, kiddo and are you safe, Powder? are you well, are you happy, are you staying away from danger? It's a thousand questions that he already knows the answers to; common sense deductions based on the facts he already knows. He deletes, retypes, tries again and again until something comes along to drag his attention away from it, unwilling.

In the end, he settles for this: ]

You layering up, like they're saying to? [which doesn't feel adequate at all. Doesn't feel right, or big enough. Silco had warned him not to overwhelm her, like Vander hadn't tried to quell the sensitivity in her since she'd blinked her big blue eyes at him in Felicia's arms. ] Avoiding unnecessary fights?

📞 — callback.

[smudgy]

[ jinx phones him an hour so after she gets his message (half of which she spends listening to said message on repeat and wishing silco had left her something similar, to remember him by — with the smell of him fading from his jacket already). eventually, she adds an extra layer, wrapping a scarf around her throat and mouth.

it muffles her voice now. ]

I need your help carrying scrap from my room to the restaurant.

[ … ]

The Straw Hats are staying there.

[ and she’s gonna protect them. ]

✉️ text — un: astarion.

[thirsted]

Yoo-hoo, little blue. I've a bottle waiting for you.

[smudgy]

[ oh! she almost forgot. it seems silly now, but — maybe it will cheer nami up. ]

oh yeah?
smells nice and everything 🍊
it’s gotta be good for nami 😤

text — un: NAMI-SWAN

[money]

( dead men tell no tales is perpetual work in progress, but it's in particularly rough shape after zombie month. lots of tarps and half broken furniture — lots of shattered glass in swept up piles, to be cleaned up at a later date. nami focuses in on the work because it's easier than focusing in on the glaring emptiness coming from the kitchen, which is both loud and painful. the point is, in the picture nami sends jinx, the freshly vased flowers (boxed perfumed in frame) are a focal point — not just the center of the picture, but maybe the brightest, happiest thing in the restaurant altogether. nami likes looking at it enough that when she isn't looking at it, she's looking at the picture of it, to prolong the happy feeling. )

you have a very cute delivery boy

( possibly the best way to receive a gift is via cute boy reluctantly bullied to the task. )

thanks jinxy 🧡💙

[smudgy]

eeeeeeh he’s okay
wouldn’t wear the sign i made so u knew he wasn’t a weirdo on sight

[ but she — flushes, thumb arcing over her screen, the photo of something good done by her hand. she thinks of nami sharing her scarf. of watching her cry over sanji. of pressing closer to her in the woods. ]

you’re welcome, nami 🩵🧡
i’ll come by the restaurant later
got more screws to fix the tables

text 🩸 @SPIKE

[chipped]

Hey, pet

Much as I've enjoyed being relegated to the dusty floor, I think I need to find my own digs now that your daddy's home

1/2

[smudgy]

✉️ text — un: silco.

[powerhungry]

Nami [ cajoled, persuaded, strong-armed, heckled ] mentioned you could use a hand restoring the restaurant.

[ As if it weren't already a done deal. ]

[smudgy]

hmmmm
first vander
now u

u worried i’m gonna make a run for it or something?

text — un: LOVECOOK

[scone]

the pot doesn't look that bad to me. nothing that can't be fixed.
how'd you like flying solo in the kitchen? i'm back now to boss you around. all my knives are in the wrong places.

[smudgy]

[ she should be happy sanji’s back — and she is — but she also feels bad, in a way she hadn’t for killing those councillors or the fireflies or the enforcers. the closest thing in her memory is ekko’s hands on her throat, a wet gleam in his eyes —

it’s funny. she hadn’t thought it was wrong until that post had made her seem like the villain. for the first time, she thought she’d done something right. took care of nami. made her happy when she was sad. it figures that she was ruining everything, like always, without even knowing it. ]

the pot’s pretty bad, chef
ruins anything u put it in it
u can throw it out
im sure penelope will give u a new one
maybe even a better one

[ *portia. also, this is a metaphor. you can throw her out and get a new sous chef, sanji. a better one. ]

✉️ text — un: silco.

[powerhungry]

There's an unused space on the first floor.

I was thinking of taking it.

[ Arguably a useless text, all in all, merely a statement of intention, but— proof of her place in his orbit, or rather his orbit around her. His endeavors are hers to at the very least be aware of. ]

[smudgy]

for what
ur not going anywhere

right

🎁 delivery.

[bronze]

( because she has no real desire to meet jinx (lie, she desperately wants to know what she looks like), buffy puts in an effort to show up to the restaurant when she isn't there. of course, it's sensitive, timing wise. it's a bitch to try and find the place and she can't risk losing it again, and she doesn't even know what a jinx looks like. ultimately, whether jinx is around or not, buffy leaves a present with the orange haired girl up front. the thing is.

she couldn't find another lion stuffed animal, which is an inconsistency she doesn't allow herself to think will bite her in the ass. mister linus stays permanently, scandalously, in her bed, where he belongs. instead, she found what she believes is the next best thing. it comes with a hastily scribbled note. )

From Buffy. (Really, from Spike.)

text — un: LOVECOOK

[scone]

what the hell are you up to?

[smudgy]

handling it

[ via murder 🙏 ]

delivery; probably while she's shooting spike's dick off

[kobes]

[koby's a mess after the run-in with tim, bandaged up and banged around, concussed and a little woozy. so it takes him longer than he means it to, getting the little to-go container of froyo and nestling it into a cooler with an ice pack because he's considerate that way, and who knows where jinx is right now. hopefully not committing murder.

he tucks a couple types of candy in too, little plastic to-go cups from the restaurant, making sure to put extra sour twizzlers, because he's read the entire group chat four times while resting. on top, a note:] It's more fun to put the stuff in yourself. I really hope you're not in the Mario Kart prison. If you aren't, next time I'll get this with you.

-- Koby

✉️ text — an hour after the wedding.

[smudgy]

thanks koby 🩵
twizzlers r a nice touch 👌

i only shot spike and that annoying guy btw
if u were worried about elaine


[ alina…….. ]

📦 delivery.

[powerhungry]

[ The morning before the Hex Club opens, Silco leaves an envelope on Jinx's pillow. Inside is a gold pin in the shape of a hexagon, studded with diamonds, as well as a note: ]

A little something for the sign.
To us.
— Silco

✨

[smudgy]

[ Opening night, Silco will notice Jinx has added her pin to the collar of her graffitied work jacket.

—worn all over the house, not just while on board duty. ]

text 🩸 @SPIKE

[chipped]

[ at some point during his Broke Dick Convalescence-- ]

It was just a spell, Jinx.

From those stupid gifts we got last month.

[smudgy]

[ sorry :( but also — ]

a spell that stopped u from caring how ur stupid wife treated me
and nami
and made u lie to sanji about me

[ die. ]