Jasper Sitwell (goingcommando) wrote in oh_marvelous, @ 2012-11-17 18:43:00 |
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Entry tags: | z: om1: !complete, z: om1: character: janet van dyne, z: om1: character: jasper sitwell, z: om1: location: new york |
Amends
Characters: Jan and Jasper
Setting: Jan's place, after dark
Content: Awk...ward?
Summary: It's been an awfully long time since Jasper spoke to Jan and he has some 'splaining to do.
Life couldn't have been in a positive place for Jasper when the best, it seemed, that he could remind himself of was that he wasn't dead. Real dead, rotting and everything under the ground, moved on to the afterlife and such-- and, on that note, perhaps it couldn't 'life' at all that he was evaluating. 'Living' was more apt, as dichotomous as it seemed. It had been nice, after the first stint in S.H.I.E.L.D. quarantine, to visit back home and see the world going on as it did despite himself, though adjusting to how the world went on at night (somewhat of a wonder of silence of nocturnal biology when only occasionally experienced away from sleepless cities and enjoyed only as a passing curiosity, now less wondrous in a developing familiarity and the looming reality of its permanence, knowing, too, that the reverse could rarely then be experienced and the strange, alien world of daylight would never have the same charm or opportunity. That was, of course, yet a minor inconvenience in the grand scheme of his affliction, but one he nonetheless dwelt on). But then it was back to New York where the difference between night and day was in how people behaved and not in what creatures called out, though it was only recently that Jasper was allowed to examine the phenomena. Before only recently, that was, he was back at HQ and living the life of a lab rat once more and being largely disappointed by the poor prognosis. Sorry, Agent, it doesn't seem like we're any closer to seeing an end to this particular development. When we do, though, you'll be the first we call. That experience ended, then, with sore arms and a polite thank you, but not to worry, because there were surely many more people who had been waiting a great deal longer to go to the beach. And, just like that, with assurances that a bloodbank was well maintained and he seemed reasonably suited to carry on a normal, non-feral life within calculated parameters, Jasper was back in his own apartment.
He could, of course, eat animals. But, rather like his steak, Jasper wasn't keen on the slaughtering process so much as the end result, and didn't particularly look forward to heading to the pet store to admire the selection. With that moral blockage firmly undefeated, he had to move on to the next task, which largely consisted of light-proofing his apartment, office (which wasn't difficult, which he might have considered with bitterness at one point but appreciated the lack of internal recognition now that he didn't have nice, respectable park view windows to black out), and inquiring into the adjustments that could be made in the barracks. They should, after all, maintain a certain level of respect for the disabled. He might have found himself a pet cause if he thought this was a particularly prevalent problem, but, so far, Jasper hadn't met any other vampires in New York City. That lead him to the internet, which wasn't much help at all, though he did have some very interesting conversations with young women who suffered from a profound ennui and dissatisfaction with their home life and society in general. That could be a type of vampire, he ended up agreeing with one, but not quite what he was seeking out.
Which, finally, brought him to his phone. None of his problems had quite been solved yet, but that didn't mean he had to go on creating new ones for himself. Unfortunately, he couldn't quite bring himself to call, so he typed out a very deliberate text message that read, 'Hello. I hope you're not busy. I would like to apologize and explain, if you would see me.' There was, of course, no telling how Jan had reacted to being stood up on Halloween and the subsequent radio silence, but Jasper thought it was reasonable to feel hurt, angry, or otherwise not interested. He could only hope, but hardly expected her response to be as it was, an invitation right away to meet. At her place, then, and Jasper gathered his will and went. He didn't have the offering he should have, nothing like the amount he brought the first time he met Jan here, when he knocked carefully on her door. His hands felt empty and his excuse weightless.