2020-12-03: Back Again without Knocking - Parker Visits Jaycob Again
| Back Again[1] without Knocking - Parker Visits Jaycob Again | |
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| Parker shows up at Jaycob's trailer in crawlerling form. After surprising the kinfolk artist they talk and have lunch. | |
| IC Date | December 3rd, 2020 |
| IC Time | afternoon |
| Players | Jaycob and Parker |
| Location | Jaycob's Trailer at Leisureland Mobile Estates |
Three Days Grace plays in the background, almost loud enough to be disturbing to the neighbors in the trailer park, if it weren't for the fact that the buildings are spaced out somewhat. A radio is posted up on the counter, while Jaycob himself sits in the middle of the living room wearing nothing but socks, boxers and a loose tee shirt as he sketches away eagerly at some image.
Its been a while since Eyes-in-the-Dark 'ate' on her way into Jaycob's home so her components seek out any hazardous animals they can take on: a brown widow, a desert recluse and a young colony of carpenter ants are found; the two poisonous spiders are relatively easily dispatched by her while the colony is assaulted by an army of spiders in a coordinated attack that the insects are unprepared to deal with. Satisfied that 'her' Black Fury Kinfolk's home is now safe the spiders that compose her form infiltrates the building making no effort to hide their entry as they creep though cracks and crevasses in the walls.
There is no amount of preparation that can be made for this sort of swarming of his home. As Parker spiders her way into his place, not concealing her arrival, Jaycob startles, lurching back and finding the nearest book to throw at the swarm and likely smashing one or two of them along the way as he stumbles backward, away from the impending swarm of Parker. Just as the song switches to Torn to Pieces by Pop Evil.
As the book lands in the mass and swashes a couple of spiders it first moves away from the book then swarms over it and merges shifting as it does into Parker's naked form. Unlike normal she doesn't bother activating her fylfot yet, instead she is moving towards Jaycob reaching for the wrist of the hand that is already preparing to throw what ever it was he was picking up for the next throw at her crawlerling form.
It's fight or flight, a fearful response from Jaycob as he scrambles away from Parker as she arrives in a mass of spiders in his home, this time completely naked. Of course as she begins to take shape, he is indeed reaching for whatever else is nearby, crawling back as he has tumbled over the couch and hasn't quite made it up to his feet by the time that Parker reaches for his wrist. Which, with his half naked form, and her naked form... It makes for a rather interesting scene as she'd likely have to be between his legs, over top of him to grab his wrist. He is easily enough disarmed, however, not much of a fighter.
"Its just me!" Parker says energetically but not extremely loudly inches from his face. Her chest brushes against his, reminding her that she didn't think about clothing while shape shifting and pulls back enough so that when the spiders exit her fylfot to weave a tight fitting leotard over her they don't weave her new outfit around him as well (how awkward would that be after all?).
By the time she speaks up, Jaycob's scarousal is plain as day, particularly against her still naked form, his heart also racing. It takes him half a second to catch his breath and calm himself from the fright. "... You.. Can't just show up like that!" He informs her, laying back and laying his head back for a moment while she leans away to have her clothes form around her body, his head lifting up to sneak in the peek of her still naked body while he has the chance. "You've gotta like... Text or call or something first!"
"That's right," Parker observes idly as she pushes back from him, brushing her (now clothed) body against his. She smiles and says, "Although part of you is telling me you are happy I came over," bluntly acknowledging the 'scarousal' without being crude about it.
Still laying there on the floor, Jaycob's lips curl faintly with amusement as she makes her comment, his gaze shifting to observe his bodies reaction, before looking back at her. "Oh I'm always happy to see you." He informs her softly, laying back again to peek back at her. "Just... Ya know... When you come over like that, I could be doing any number of things."
Parker nods. "But I would have heard if you were mating or otherwise had a guest present and would have left after taking the dangerous pests out," she says matter-of-factly.
"Sure... But I mean... Some warning before a swarm of spiders assault my home would be nice." Jaycob adds as he seems to slowly relax, even if she is still posted likely between his legs, his still half naked body quite visible. "Oh man... My sketch is probably ruined by now." He observes, rolling his head to peek in the direction of the couch that is still overturned.
Parker frowns at the mention of a sketch. "I will make sure to remember to call or text before coming over," she says as if only now being given a good reason to do so. "I met another artist the other night," she then adds without additional preamble.
"Thank you." Jaycob offers as he pulls both hands up around behind his head, cradling his head so he can look up at her. By now, his scarousal has likely faded, though his lips curl into an amused grin. "Besides, what if I was just entertaining myself or something?" He offers, and then pauses at the statement. "Oh? Who is that?"
A cocked eyebrow is all she does to acknowledge the auto-erotica inquiry. "You're welcome," she says to the thanks before answering the question, "A tattoo artist. Owns a shop called Ink Rituals. Does other artistic work... Albus Jackson? Alvin Johns? Al Bayan Jameel?" she gets frustrated, "Bah! Don't ask me his name."
The grin grows at with amusement at the implied meaning behind her reaction, Jaycob chuckling softly and then laying back as she speaks, looking up at the ceiling. "Interesting. I haven't visited too many tattoo artists, especially recently. I'm always impressed with their work though." He observes thoughtfully.
Parker looks thoughtfully at Jaycob for a moment and then asks, "Do you seek body modifications for yourself or others?" as if the answer is of great import. Naturally she is still within a foot from the artist and a leotard is barely anything at all when viewed at this distance.
"I'm comfortable with my body as it is now. Still, a tattoo or some piercings here and there might not be a bad thing. Being able to display art on my skin could be fun, especially if it is very good art." Jaycob considers thoughtfully, likely still taking in the sight of Parker's barely dressed body even still. He is, after all, practically sitting in her lap, his legs flanking around hers as she sits between them. It does give her a full view of his half naked body as they speak, as well as any reactions of his boxers, should something... Come up. "I've always found that it is sexy, to see a woman with tattoos or piercings, too. Why do you ask?"
"Your kin would tell you not to go to that shop," Parker says bluntly. "That is... if they allowed the shop to stand," she observes, adding, "He might be able to give them and myself modifications even," which sounds like a non-sequester at first hearing. Maybe not on a second evaluation of her words however.
There is a moment, where Jaycob just lays there observing Parker as she speaks to him, and then he sucks in a light breath. "Well..." He muses openly, still looking up at the ceiling thoughtfully. "If my kin would tell me to avoid the place, then I'll avoid the place." He offers easily, shrugging a shoulder. "Why?"
At first it seems like Parker is considering answering and then she shifts her weight to one side and then the other and before Jaycob realizes it - particularly with his attention split so firmly between trying to watch her expression and the way said shifting causes her 'chestal' area to adjust against the straining fabric - she's straddling his lap. "Don't ask," is the answer she gives, with no further explanation given at the moment.
Carefully observing, certainly splitting his attention from inspecting her anatomy, and paying attention to her facial features, Jaycob nods along slowly and softly with her. Though as she straddles his lap, his legs lower, his eyes widening slightly and she can very easily detect his arousal between her legs as she straddles him, his hands still positioned behind his head. "Uh, alright."
"Good," Parker replies and says, "You can find another tattoo artist or skin piercer if you must explore such things." She moves ever so slightly so that she isn't quite in /that/ position, with her weight more on his thighs than his lap proper. She then asks, "What were you working on when I surprised you?"
Nodding softly back at her for her suggestion, Jaycob lays his head back again as she speaks, seated and shifting some in his lap until she sits more on his thighs. Clearly, as she poses her question though, he is a bit distracted, so it takes him half a second before he answers her question. "Oh, just some landscape art." He observes.
Interrogatively, Parker asks, "From memory or a photograph?"
"From memory..." Jaycob asks, arching a brow back at Parker thoughtfully for her quick question in response to his previous answer, almost seeming to grow suspicious for her as he answers, inspecting her curiously and silently. His lips seem to rest in that naturally pouty expression of his as he peeks back at her.
Parker pulls back and rolls off of Jaycob onto a stool next to the one he's ended up leaning against and nods. "Good memory then," she says, observing, "I have a good memory for faces and places. Not names though, likely due to my origin. Not really a name-based 'childhood'," she actually makes air quotes as she says the last word and then gives Jaycob a quizzical look asking if she did that right with her expression rather than more words.
Silent for a moment longer, Jaycob rolls a shoulder loosely at her as she speaks. Still, he certainly seems to catch onto her quizzical expression, and nods approvingly. "I travel a lot, and visit a lot of places so I can create new art as I go. It's just... Paying attention to landscape is just a part of what I do now-a-days."
Parker nods as she listens and says, "I see," in response to them. "I understand what you mean, after becoming Parker and inheriting interest in fashion I payed a lot of attention to peoples' clothing myself."
Rather than looking up at her, Jaycob finally begins to rise to his feet, the music in the background shifting again to play the next song. Bullet by Hollywood Undead. "Is that why you keep looking at my boxers?" He asks, peeking down at the undershorts with his lips curling into an amused grin as he makes his way over to the couch and begins to lift it back into place.
Parker laughs and shakes her head. "You wish," she says not unkindly, her voice still lilting a bit with the laugh, addressing what was unsaid more than what was said by Jaycob. She then changes the subject and says, "I hope this is not overly personal, my friend," before asking, "Do you have Gnosis?" of the kinfolk.
At that, Jaycob chuckles playfully as he lifts the couch, shifting and adjusting it until it is back in place as he makes his way around to find his sketch. "No, I do not." He answers, peeking back up towards Parker for a moment before he kneels down to fetch the sketchpad. "Why do you ask?"
"Curiosity," Parker asks with a playful grin. She then, more seriously, says, "I know some Kinfolk do but have not ever met one who does. It would be interesting to see if there is anything different about their childhood or background in general that might lead to this difference in their abilities."
"Uh huh." Jaycob counters with a playful hint of skepticism in his tone as she answers, and he shakes his head lightly. "I have no idea, personally. It's not very common for a Kinfolk to possess it, that's for sure." He adds, scanning over the sketchpad in question as his lips curl into a frown.
Parker nods and, noticing the frown, frowns slightly herself. "Did I cause you to ruin it?" she asks with regret tinged in her voice as she speaks.
"It is ruined." Jaycob admits in a soft murmur, apparently not willing to directly place the blame on her as he does so. He sucks in a light breath, then sighs softly as he places the ruined sketch on the coffee table. "So, I'm really not sure how to entertain you as a guest." He admits, peeking up towards her. "Are you... Hungry or anything?"
"I could Feed but its nothing urgent," Parker says idly and then, proving the first comment had nothing to do with food, she says, "And I am a bit hungry as well, definitely could eat something as well." She pauses a moment and asks, "What do you have to offer for that?"
There is a bit of a blink as Parker speaks, Jaycob observing her silently as she responds to his question, and then he finally shrugs a shoulder. "What would you want to eat?" He questions, making his way towards the fridge to inspect its content.
Glancing up at a nearby clock, Parker says, "Well, its lunch time. I have developed a thing for sandwiches. Suggest something and I'll tell you if I've tried it before or not."
While Parker's gaze wanders up to the clock, Jaycob peeks over at her and then nods softly. "A good sandwich would be nice, yeah." He muses, and then pauses for a moment of consideration. "Well, then I'll have to suggest a good, fried egg sandwich. A classic that is always good for lunch time."
Parker nods and says, "Well, no, I have never head that. Eggs are usually for breakfast I thought." She tilts her head slightly and says, "Yes, that sounds good," and then asks, "What kind of bread will you be using?"
All the while, Jaycob is fetching his carton of eggs from the fridge, as well as a stack of prepackaged cheese, a jar of mayo, a head of lettuce, and a tomato. "Rye." He answers as he close the fridge and makes his way to the pantry, to fetch the loaf of bread.
"Sounds delicious," Parker says. As she stands the ghostly spiders appear to be at work again as a black and red plaid skirt falls into place around her hips and thighs. She steps over to the kitchen and looks over the counter into the fridge and says, "Cola sounds like a good drink to go with that also," and asks, "Toss me a can?"
Peeking over at her as Parker dresses herself some more, Jaycob nods softly and then gestures for the fridge. "Help yourself." He offers her as he bends down to fetch a pan from a cupboard below. With everything arranged, he lights the stove top, and then cracks an egg into the pan.
Stepping into the kitchen Parker checks the freezer first and pulls out two mugs. Then out comes two cans of what ever generic brand of cola Jaycob stocks and, with a crack hiss, opens the first and fills the first mug and then repeats this with the other can and mug. As she empties the cans she takes hold of them from the top and dents the sides ever so slightly before slamming them down on the counter and *crunch* flattening it between her palm and the counter top. She then moves one of the mugs over near the stove and takes a sip out of the other after returning to it.
As Parker busies herself with preparing drinks for them, and crunching cans, Jaycob is busy himself with properly seasoning and prepping the eggs. Two slices of bread are prepared, toasted and then coated with a spread of mayo, a slice of tomato, lettuce and cheese before he lays the egg down onto the sandwich and slides it over to Parker. Then he starts to prepare his own egg and sandwich, while sipping at the drink. "Oh, thanks." He offers as he accepts the chilled mug.
"You're welcome," Parker says and asks, "Where's your recycle bin?" pointing at the now crushed cans as she drinks some of her cola while waiting for an answer.
Pointing to one of the cupboards under the sink, Jaycob finishes cooking his own egg and lays it out on the already prepared sandwich, closing the bread around food.
- ↑ Quote from A Cobweb Made to Order by Aunt Effie
