everybody knows shit fuck

[frostythehitman]

WHO: James Barnes and YOU!
WHERE: the prison
WHEN: November 1st through November 15th
WHAT: visiting James in prison!
WARNINGS: general prison visit stuff


[ This month, when sitting down to a visit with James Barnes, people may notice something about him feels off. Earlier in the month, he may just seem restless--his feet tapping furiously against the floor as he sits in the visitation room, or deeply inspecting every groove and crease of his metal hand. Some days, he may look like he's seen a ghost--literally.

But as the month wears on, he'll become moodier. Maybe he's frowning and hunched over in his seat. Maybe he's distractedly looking out the window with his jaw set. Whatever it is, he doesn't seem nearly as relaxed as he has the past few months since turning himself in. ]

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Nov 1

[invocate]

[Way back in February, Li-Na learned that Zee's birthday was on Halloween. And along with promising to make him a PSL, she'd decided to bake him a very nice birthday cake. Unfortunately, he's not around to celebrate his birthday anymore. And even though it's been nearly nine months since February, Li-Na doesn't forget. So she decides to do the next best thing. Make that cake, make that PSL, and bring them to someone who probably won't get either for a very long time.

James.

So here she is James, plonking down a large pumpkin spice latte and a small box containing a 6" round cake. It's vanilla, made of four 1/2" layers, with sweet cream and fresh strawberry layers in between, topped with a light vanilla whipped icing. All topped with sliced, fresh strawberries. Hope you aren't allergic to strawberries, James. About half of it is already missing, as she might have bribed a guard or two to let her bring the food in... but hey, that's still half a cake more than he had this morning!]

I see you managed to not escape.

[frostythehitman]

[ He startles a little at the sight of Li-Na hauling all that food in, but then grins a little at the mention of escape. ]

I guess I'm just really good at getting in and staying in trouble.

What's all this about?

[ He gestures to the cake and drink. ]

[invocate]

You can't even stay out of trouble in prison. That takes effort.

[Li-Na leans her elbows on the table]

Well. Back in February I told Zee I'd make him a pumpkin spice latte. And a birthday cake, though I didn't tell him about the cake part. And yesterday was his birthday.

[she rests her chin on the heels of her hands]

I just... wanted to celebrate his birthday for him. Is that silly?

[frostythehitman]

Oh. I didn't know about his birthday.

[ James reexamines the cake and the drink in a different light now. He doesn't know how to feel about this. Guilty? But he didn't kill Zee. Appreciative? He wasn't exactly close to him either. If nothing else, it feels significant. ]

...Nah. It's not. People have celebrated the dead in weirder ways. Why here, though? With me?

[invocate]

He was nice and sent the cake since Futaba and I have birthdays really close. So I asked him when his was.

[and that's how she got on Zee's favorites list]

You're willing to do the time for his murder. Even though he'd probably like his actual killer caught, I think Zee would appreciate that you tried to give people some sort of closure on what happened.

[not... what happened... but... hey, assumptions]

And it's just... it's kind of weird in the city right now. There's altars everywhere, with our pictures. Like the one I have at home for my parents. But we're not dead.

[frostythehitman]

[ That's not even what he was trying to do but whatever, he's not about to correct that right now. It doesn't really make a difference and this isn't about him anyway. ]

Altars, huh? ...Is there one for Zee?

[invocate]

I don't know. I haven't seen one yet, but I've mostly just looked for it around Tisse and Apprassage. It could be in one of the other districts.

[She's going to find it though.]

November 11th

[digthefuzz]

[Somehow, he made it happen. Maybe Mayor Mayer passed a special prison pizza bill? But here Kurt is, at the visiting table, with a slice of pizza set up for both of them.

Even if he doesn't agree with James being behind bars for the next fifteen years, he doesn't see the point in arguing further. Especially on their shared birthdays! So here he is, ready to greet James with a smile and wave.]

Yo! Happy birthday man! Turns out they're not fans of birthday candles, but here's a real slice for ya!

[frostythehitman]

[ Well shit. He bursts out laughing. ]

What is this, are you throwing me a birthday pizza party? In prison? Kurt, what the hell.

[digthefuzz]

Of course! [Kurt offers a helpless shrug.] What else are friends for? It'll be like a double birthday pizza bonanza!

[frostythehitman]

[ well, no time like the present. He takes a massive bite out of his pizza slice, while it's still hot and fresh. ]

Double birthday? Who else's birthday is it supposed to be today?

[digthefuzz]

[Kurt folds his arms with a smug smile.]

Why don't you give it a good guess!

[frostythehitman]

Seriously? Why the hell didn't we do something last year when I was still a free man?

[ THEY COULD'VE PAINTED THE TOWN RED

or, well, in Kurt's case, blue. ]

after the 6th

[usurpers]

[ eren promised he’d come to visit when his schedule allowed so— and it did today. coming in though, was not eren. it was a short young woman in his place; she’s taken plenty of eren’s features as her own, mannerisms and even air, but she’s put quite the spin on his style, waltzing in with brand new boots that suit her body much better: heels. they click across the hallway as she makes her way into the visiting room, flashing the keys to a bmw between her fingers and—

god, is she a little flashy. looks like she went on a major shopping spree to boot. not throwing away a t-shirt that’s eren’s trademark.

the ghost of a young girl who never had a chance to live more would love to be in a rich young man’s shoes, looks like. so she comes in to sit, name tag and all (it still reads “eren jaeger”), and she sets a neatly packed paper bag in front of james.

“what’s with that look?” she says, getting herself comfortable in her seat and honestly, honestly acting like this was any old visit. acting like james should know her. she’ll blink and click her tongue. “don’t tell me you’re surprised.” ]

[frostythehitman]

[ He stares at her, confused and suspicious, as she walks in. He doesn't understand what's happening here. She looks like him, she has a fancy car like him, she has his name written on the name tag, she even seems to know James already somehow...

Something is up here and he can't even begin to guess at what. He leans back, his finger conspiratorially on his chin. ]

What's this now? Is something new happening that I didn't get the memo on?

[usurpers]

[ “well,” she starts, and during that pause you might hear familiar yelling outside somewhere, muffled from the walls, to which the girl only wrinkles her nose and rolls her eyes, before she crosses her legs and leans forward.

“a lot of ghosts are popping back up into the city, they’re all over the place! i’m surprised there aren’t any here—”

another scream outside, louder this time.

“—or maybe there are.” that isn’t important, though, and she shrugs nonchalantly, pushing his box over to him. ”that’s mom’s pumkpin pie, by the way. you’re welcome.” ]

[frostythehitman]

[ James's brows knit together as he tries to piece together who's yelling, and what. He feels like he should know this...

And at the same time, he's trying to focus on whatever the girl is saying. ]

Yeah, ghosts...I've seen a couple of them here.

[ And talked to a bunch of them, but that's not important right now. He peers into the box, looking suspiciously at the pie. ]

What are you trying to do here, exactly?

[usurpers]

[ “aren’t i your friend?” she says incredulously, puffing at some of her bangs and crossing her arms. she’s pouting, in fact, looking offended.

“you’re pretty shitty if you’re playing this game with me, james.”

but what happens next gets her to jolt in her seat as the yell echoes inside the room. eren, the real eren, doesn’t need to say anything for her to mutter a rushed shit and bolt for the exit. or at least fast walk to it.

at least she left the keys behind in the rush, to which eren snatches back, but leaving james here to go after her? he could only frown and sit back in the seat. ]

That . . . [ he wants to say bitch, but with the word at the tip of his tongue— he can’t blame the dead wanting to be alive. succeeding with his life was just. augh. he pinches the bridge of his nose and takes a breath. ] Sorry.

[frostythehitman]

[ He blinks a few times, trying to comprehend whatever it is he just witnessed. ]

What the hell was that all about?

Nov 9

[blondferret]

[Derek takes seat in front of James at the visitor table. Is Derek a bit nervous? Oh yeah! Last time he was here, he turned him into a ghost...

But this time here was here for a reason. He wanted to give him some sound advice, share with James some of the memories he had been getting. But first, an apology was due.]

First, I do believe I owe you an apology. Sorry about last month and turning you into a ghost. Last month was... very emotionally challenging for me.

[frostythehitman]

Yeah, you went all-in on that whole monster thing. Everyone else just found a casual way to work it into a conversation. [ He huffs in laughter. ] But whatever. It's not like you were the only one who tried turning me into something.

[ He's well aware that infecting was some kind of weird impulse people couldn't control. Which still sucks for whoever got infected, but James really doesn't think he can blame someone for it, especially now that it's over and done with. ]

[blondferret]

[Derek shrugs and then lets out a small chuckle.]

At least I was upfront about it eh? I went all out.

[He shifts in his seat a bit.]

Other than being infected, how's it been?

[frostythehitman]

[ He sighs. ]

Weird. As usual. There's ghosts all over the place. Or at least I think that's what they are--they just pass through the cells and the walls like it's nothing. And they all seem...old-timey.

[blondferret]

[Derek nods.]

Yeah, I've noticed that too. But anyway, why I really came here, you besides to see your face.

[Derek lean against the back of his chair and folds his arms.]

Have you decided whether or not to appeal your case to the court?

[frostythehitman]

What? No, of course I'm not going to.

[ He says it like it's the most obvious thing in the world. ]