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Voice testing!
Hey, hey, can y'all just hold on a minute while I—
[ It's that perpetual expression of puppy-dog confusion that leads people to believe he's a bit of a moron, isn't it, but poor Jason can't help his facial expressions. ]
—think?
[ Is that the word? Have a short pause while his brain wrinkles. ]
About this.
[ Sounds okay so far ... ]
And ... uh. All that other stuff you're planning on. Now, I don't like talkin' mean to girls because that kinda thing ain't right, but. Just try an' make sure I don't end up in too much trouble, 'kay? I mean like, trouble with them vamps. Or with Sook — I hate when she's all mad.
[ A little bit of trouble, though? Well. That's what keeps life exciting. He nods, apparently satisfied with his lame attempt at laying down some rules, before offering a painfully dumb (and somewhat arrogant) addendum: ]
Oh yeah, and don't try gettin' other dudes all friendly with m'johnson. You know I ain't got nothin' against it — heck, Lafayette's a buddy — but that just ain't my thing.
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Fuck, it's been ages.
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Hey there, Jessica.
[ He rubs at the back of his neck in a gesture that seems almost bashful. ]
You ... uh. You keepin' well?
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Not the best. I was on a horror island for six months, but now I'm goin' to a horror space ship. Swear it's like somethin' Hoyt used to watch.
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Where's that?
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[ Have a shrug. ]
Well, none yet, but vamp trouble follows me'n Sook around like a lost little doggy with big ol' pointy teeth.
[ Horror island, though. And a horror space ship. Whut. ]
Horror stuff, huh? Worse than the stuff we got us at Bon Temps?
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Definitely. The place I'm goin' is more'a mystery. The place changes all the time and you wake up every month in tube. Plus I won't know anyone there. Maybe Pam. Maybe Sophie Anne. But it ain't like me an' her will go over well. Plus Godric is there, and I ain't ever met him.
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[ He puffs out his chest a little, clearly proud of his home town. Hot Girl Mode is a go. ]
And just whereabouts're you from, if y'don't mind my askin'?
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[She smirks a little. What a cute little human.]
I live in Bete Noire. Although, before that, it was Phoenix.
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Hey — you already saved me, remember? I'd say we're about even, so don't go puttin' yourself in any kinda pickle on account'a me, 'kay? You're too good for that.
[ And he means that, Jess.
Anyway, these names. Sophie-Anne? Godric? Jason's face scrunches just a little as he tries to put faces to these names — nope, nope, although 'Pam' does sound somewhat familiar.
Not in the good way, unfortunately. ]
These ... uh. Others you might be goin' there with. They vamps too?
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[Oh, Jason. Your memory sucks. You talked to Godric in Dallas.]
Sophie Anne was the queen'a Louisiana 'fore Bill was. And Pam is Eric's progeny. Seems like they're collectin' vamps at this place. Not that it wouldn't be nice to get others. Sam... or you.
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Phoenix, huh?
[ Have a winning smile. ]
So I got me an Arizona girl ... I knew it, y'know. Sometimes y'can just see the state in a girl's smile.
[ C'mon at least he's trying. Cute little human, right? ]
Though I ain't never heard of Bete Noire. That, uh, someplace else?
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What's up? You should probably know that mun's doesn't follow any rules you lay out. They do what they wants. Just a friendly tip. [Another smile.]
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[ His memory does suck, but this hitch down to his mun being so caught up in canon reviewing season 4 that she managed to brainfart season 2 8') ]
Well, I don't like the sound o'someone collectin' up vamps for whatever reason — specially not ones I like to call my friends. Those others'll look after you, right?
[ He raises his eyebrows just a bit. ]
Otherwise I just might have t'come along an' make sure you keep outta trouble.
[ You just know he's doing a mental hero pose. ]
Jason Stackhouse ain't afraid o'no horror space ship — I watched Aliens, I know exactly what I gotta do.
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Pam maybe, but I don't know how likely it is that she's comin'. Sophie Anne, not so much. Bill sort'a had her killed.
[She smiles back, swaying just a bit before playing with the ends of her hair.] I wouldn't mind havin' you 'round. Might be kind'a nice.
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[ QUESTIONS. SO MANY QUESTIONS. Does this guy know he was just on fire? Is he a fairy too? An alien? Why isn't he all burnt up? Why is he being so friendly? Jesus H. Christ, this world of crazy just keeps getting bigger and bigger ...
Anyway. Have an open-mouthed stare from Jason. He stumbles backwards a little, perhaps only a little bit afraid of spontaneous combustion; ]
I appreciate that you're just bein' friendly an' all, but ...
[ Eyes wide as saucers, yep, as he gestures up and down Johnny's body. ]
What the fuck, man?
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Watch your language! [He replies with a grin]
What..? [Johnny asks and mimics the other guys hand movements]
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[ Thank goodness. That saves aforementioned mun's jaw-dropping embarrassment. Almost. /clutches face~♥ ]
That sounds ... Yeah. That sounds kinda shitty.
[ Although the hair-playing, the maybe wanting him around ... That part sounds pretty good. He shifts a little, stuffing his hands into his pockets, trying to forget about the fact that they already did the dirty in the back of his truck. ]
Only 'might' be kinda nice, huh?
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[That just makes her smile and shakes a step into him.] Maybe a little more than 'might'. I ain't ever get to see you 'round here or anywhere.
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Watch my language?
[ Blink. ]
You just go from bein' all on fire and flyin' around to bein' all not on fire an' tellin' me what to do?
[ He takes an incredulous step forwards before poking an accusatory finger at him. Not the sharpest tool in the shed, this one. ]
Are you the Devil?
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[Johnny will let him poke him. There's no danger with that, unless he does more than poking. Then Johnny might step back if he's lucky.]
I'm not the Devil, so don't worry. [Smiles.]
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Yeah? Mine's the same. Never played with a you before, either, but I reckon she likes it well enough.
[ He reaches up, just a little tentative, to brush a lock of hair back behind her ear. ]
Reckon I like it well enough too. Kinda surprised there ain't more people takin' an interest in me 'round here though—
[ His smile is cocky but playful. ]
I'm a helluva lotta fun t'play with.
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There ain't a whole lot'a us in general. Couple'a Eric's around. Sometimes you may see a Sookie. Few others around, I guess.
[Leaning into him again, she bites her lip.] I'd say you're a whole helluva lot to play with, Jason Stackhouse.
♥
[ Have a comically intense stare. ]
But I reckon the Devil would say something like that to try an' prove he ain't the Devil, even when he is.
[ Although he's managed to confuse himself with that, so just. Yes. His eyes widen again as the flames flow from his hand, again leaving him uncharred, and Jason forgets all bout his Devil accusations because shit, that's cool.
He pokes him again, tentatively. ]
A superhero, huh? Like one'o them ones from the TV?
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[OK... this is getting a little bit awkward. He then lets the fire engulfing his hand dies out. Let's hope you didn't poke on his hand! That would have caused 3rd degree burns if you were lucky!]
Yep. I have been on the TV a few times too. [Nods.] Me and my team, the Fantastic Four, defeated Doctor Doom when he tried to take control of the world.
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[ This is so srs Blaine why don't you understand. ]
Y'know? Sometimes lookin' this good kinda sucks.
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Unless your mun is a sadist. Then you're totally fucked.