Beatrice & Jessica | House Tour
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xp_logsNew suitemates, Beatrice and Jessica Jones have a little tour.
Staring at the door Beatrice lightly chewed on her lower lip, brows pulling together before finally she raised her hand and rapped on the door. Three knocks, firm but gentle before the door opened in a bleary confusion and she finally released her lip to smile up at the dark haired woman. "Jessica, hey, I'm so sorry to bother you, but I, well, I was wondering if you mean to leave the Lucky Charms open on the counter. It's totally cool if you didn't, I can clean it up, but I didn't want to intrude on your life... well more than I already have. You're so nice to let me share your suite, and Arthur was nice enough to help me get settled after everything with David." As she spoke, she'd absentmindedly caught a lock of hair and begun to wind it around her finger, nail painted a soft pink that had begun to match the blush beginning in her cheeks. Finally her blue-green eyes made eye contact with Jess's before dropping back down. "I don't mind cleaning up, honest."
Jess squinted blearily down at the petite blonde woman, woken from a nap. Half-asleep, she seized on the most critical part of this speech: "Who's David?"
Confusion immediately settled on her face in response, head tilting to the side as her lips parted, repeating the question in silence as if she didn't fully understand what was being said. Then she laughed, giggled really, the smile returning. "David Haller, silly, unless there's some other David around here and I don't know about it. You're so funny."
"Oh, Haller," Jess said; she had probably known he had a first name. She finally processed Beatrice in her entirety, her expression going incredulous, as though to say, This is who they stuck me with?. "Sorry about the cereal," she said, in a way that did not convey regret at all. "Let me grab that."
"I'll call him Mr. Haller in the future." Bea winked conspiratorially with a toothy smile. She stepped away from the door to give Jess room, worry flashing for a moment. "Oh, only if you wanna, like I said, I'm fine to clean them up. I hope you don't mind that I put your leather jacket in the closet, you must've dropped it on your way to your room, and I didn't want it to get one of those hard creases leather can get." She chirped the words softly as she made her way to the closet near the entrance, looking back to the other woman for some hint that she hadn't upset her.
"Uh, sure, whatever," Jess said dubiously, giving Beatrice a strange look as she moved toward the kitchenette. The Lucky Charms were indeed present and had indeed tipped over, a problem that Jessica solved by picking up the box and sweeping the spilled Lucky Charms right back in. If a few scattered elsewhere, well, close enough. She took the box with her as she made her way back to the door, regarding Beatrice like a puzzle she hadn't asked for. "Anything else?"
Her eyes had followed a bouncing piece of cereal, noting where they'd all fallen before turning her gaze back to Jess. Her head tilted to the side just a fraction, thoughtful before a smile bloomed. "Well, if you're not busy I was thinking maybe we could do something? I haven't really gotten used to this whole place yet, I mean it's so big, I bet I could wander around for weeks and still not know all of it." She giggled at her own observation.
Jessica's brow creased, bringing the Lucky Charms in front of her, like a poorly thought-out defensive shield. "You . . . want a tour?"
"Oh, would you mind? I would love that, if… if it’s not too much?” Bea bit her lower lip lightly, trying not to be too demanding of her suitemate’s time.
Is she fucking kidding me skated across Jessica's face, the Lucky Charms having provided absolutely no protection - a betrayal by a trusted friend. "I, uh, I haven't been here that long myself," she said. "Someone else could probably explain things better."
A sudden shock flashed across her face as she took a step back. "Oh no, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to say you have to, I just-" Her face burned red as she looked away. "I'm sorry, I assumed, and that was very rude of me."
Jessica eyed the small woman irritably, then rolled her eyes in acquiescence. "It's fine, you're new or whatever - a short tour," she said, gesturing to the door with the box of Lucky Charms. These she deposited back on the counter - upright - to be collected later.
"Oh, smart, that would be best, I'm still... not used to having a fracture in my leg, so I forget, but really who would be used to that?" And with the soft pastel pink cardigan that had been given to her covering her more obviously bandaged left arm, it was the first time she mentioned her still healing injuries, shame flushing her as she drew attention to them. "Thank you for thinking about it."
"No prob," Jess said after a beat, her voice not really accepting the credit for this act of kindness so much as very much not wanting to ask. She walked to the door of the suite and opened it, gesturing for Bea to follow. "So this is just all other people," she said flatly, "Until we get to the kitchen."
"Ohhh,” her blonde head peered around owlishly, short locks falling this way and that as she looked. “This whole floor? Is there… people above us? Or is the next floor up something different?”
"Also people," Jessica said. "It's pretty much the same as this floor. Rooms, kitchen. Most of the other stuff is on the first floor. I think." She gestured at the stairs they were nearing.
As they drew closer, Beatrice had slowed, right hand sliding across the walls of the hall to support herself, but she nodded eagerly as the dark haired woman had spoken, eyes bright. "That makes sense. I have to imagine it was built with the idea that entertaining and such happened on the first floor, then people moved in." A giggle slipped out, and she raised her left hand to cover her mouth.
Viscerally irritated, Jessica led the way down, not quite stomping; her Converse high-tops didn't really allow for that. "I guess," she said unencouragingly. "Rich people, I don't know." She waited at the bottom for Birdy, then gestured. "Another kitchen. If you get tired of the other two, I guess."
"Wow, they must've had a lot of cooking to do." A healthy flush had bloomed on her face and was still present as she dutifully followed after. Seeing that Jess had stopped, she allowed herself to stop at the landing, panting softly, but unwilling to show Jess how winded she was. "Goodness, those stairs sure get you."
"Someone's fucking cooking something every ten minutes," Jess said, giving Birdy a dubious look - even with broken ribs, going down stairs hadn't been that much of a problem - before declining to ask. She pointed down the hall. "There's a fucking ballroom down there, if you ever want to host a gala, I guess."
Bea cooed, obviously delighted by the news of everything Jessica had just said. "Oh that's lovely. It has to be great to live here, all the aromas and good, and space. Wow, I mean, a ballroom. I've only every heard of having those in the home. Though, I don't think I could host a gala, I mean, who would I even invite?" And her giggle sounded at the question.
Jessica was much, much less delighted by Beatrice's response. In fact, she looked vaguely nauseated. "You got me there," she said, somewhat at random, unsure how to respond - except in her usual way, and even she recognized that she had to live with Bea for the foreseeable future. "Uh, so, anyway - this way there's some living rooms and, uh, spaces? And a lounge?" The bottle of Jack Daniels she'd appropriated had come from some cupboard or another, hopefully not missed. "And some places to work, I guess." At least, Sooraya had been working from here, so there probably were.
It didn't sound nearly as exciting, really, but again she nodded along. “It makes sense to use leftover rooms for working, especially with how big this place is. 'Leftover,' sorry." Another giggle at the word play that she hadn't quite meant to make but when in Rome. "I don't think I've ever been in a place with a lounge before. Well, except for hotels, of course, but that seems silly to comment on. It must take a whole cleaning crew to get this place spick and span."
Jessica tried not to stare at the other woman. Spick and fucking span? "Um, sure," she said, pained. "I'm not really up to date on the ballroom maintenance. Uh, anyway - there's also a lake out back and whatever. That way." Maybe Beatrice, in her nauseating enthusiasm, would go look.
"And a lake," Beatrice repeated breathlessly. But her energy had obviously lagged, she leaned against the wall as she stood on her tiptoes briefly to try and maybe see it. She was short though, and the flats she wore offered no help on that front. With a slight sigh, she shifted back to her average stance, though her blue-green eyes didn't turn back to Jess before a few more moments. "I'll have to make a point to give it a look." She admitted finally, smile slowly returning. "Where do you spend most your time here, Jessica?"
Jessica's brow creased, like she found Bea confounding, and this question in and of itself asinine. "I don't know. My room, I guess. There's a patio somewhere that way, when it's not too fucking cold." She jerked her thumb in a vague 'away' direction.
"Ah, well I think that's perfectly understandable," the blonde said with a slight smile. "I'll have to explore that another day, I think. For now, I... I think room sounds best."
Staring at the door Beatrice lightly chewed on her lower lip, brows pulling together before finally she raised her hand and rapped on the door. Three knocks, firm but gentle before the door opened in a bleary confusion and she finally released her lip to smile up at the dark haired woman. "Jessica, hey, I'm so sorry to bother you, but I, well, I was wondering if you mean to leave the Lucky Charms open on the counter. It's totally cool if you didn't, I can clean it up, but I didn't want to intrude on your life... well more than I already have. You're so nice to let me share your suite, and Arthur was nice enough to help me get settled after everything with David." As she spoke, she'd absentmindedly caught a lock of hair and begun to wind it around her finger, nail painted a soft pink that had begun to match the blush beginning in her cheeks. Finally her blue-green eyes made eye contact with Jess's before dropping back down. "I don't mind cleaning up, honest."
Jess squinted blearily down at the petite blonde woman, woken from a nap. Half-asleep, she seized on the most critical part of this speech: "Who's David?"
Confusion immediately settled on her face in response, head tilting to the side as her lips parted, repeating the question in silence as if she didn't fully understand what was being said. Then she laughed, giggled really, the smile returning. "David Haller, silly, unless there's some other David around here and I don't know about it. You're so funny."
"Oh, Haller," Jess said; she had probably known he had a first name. She finally processed Beatrice in her entirety, her expression going incredulous, as though to say, This is who they stuck me with?. "Sorry about the cereal," she said, in a way that did not convey regret at all. "Let me grab that."
"I'll call him Mr. Haller in the future." Bea winked conspiratorially with a toothy smile. She stepped away from the door to give Jess room, worry flashing for a moment. "Oh, only if you wanna, like I said, I'm fine to clean them up. I hope you don't mind that I put your leather jacket in the closet, you must've dropped it on your way to your room, and I didn't want it to get one of those hard creases leather can get." She chirped the words softly as she made her way to the closet near the entrance, looking back to the other woman for some hint that she hadn't upset her.
"Uh, sure, whatever," Jess said dubiously, giving Beatrice a strange look as she moved toward the kitchenette. The Lucky Charms were indeed present and had indeed tipped over, a problem that Jessica solved by picking up the box and sweeping the spilled Lucky Charms right back in. If a few scattered elsewhere, well, close enough. She took the box with her as she made her way back to the door, regarding Beatrice like a puzzle she hadn't asked for. "Anything else?"
Her eyes had followed a bouncing piece of cereal, noting where they'd all fallen before turning her gaze back to Jess. Her head tilted to the side just a fraction, thoughtful before a smile bloomed. "Well, if you're not busy I was thinking maybe we could do something? I haven't really gotten used to this whole place yet, I mean it's so big, I bet I could wander around for weeks and still not know all of it." She giggled at her own observation.
Jessica's brow creased, bringing the Lucky Charms in front of her, like a poorly thought-out defensive shield. "You . . . want a tour?"
"Oh, would you mind? I would love that, if… if it’s not too much?” Bea bit her lower lip lightly, trying not to be too demanding of her suitemate’s time.
Is she fucking kidding me skated across Jessica's face, the Lucky Charms having provided absolutely no protection - a betrayal by a trusted friend. "I, uh, I haven't been here that long myself," she said. "Someone else could probably explain things better."
A sudden shock flashed across her face as she took a step back. "Oh no, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to say you have to, I just-" Her face burned red as she looked away. "I'm sorry, I assumed, and that was very rude of me."
Jessica eyed the small woman irritably, then rolled her eyes in acquiescence. "It's fine, you're new or whatever - a short tour," she said, gesturing to the door with the box of Lucky Charms. These she deposited back on the counter - upright - to be collected later.
"Oh, smart, that would be best, I'm still... not used to having a fracture in my leg, so I forget, but really who would be used to that?" And with the soft pastel pink cardigan that had been given to her covering her more obviously bandaged left arm, it was the first time she mentioned her still healing injuries, shame flushing her as she drew attention to them. "Thank you for thinking about it."
"No prob," Jess said after a beat, her voice not really accepting the credit for this act of kindness so much as very much not wanting to ask. She walked to the door of the suite and opened it, gesturing for Bea to follow. "So this is just all other people," she said flatly, "Until we get to the kitchen."
"Ohhh,” her blonde head peered around owlishly, short locks falling this way and that as she looked. “This whole floor? Is there… people above us? Or is the next floor up something different?”
"Also people," Jessica said. "It's pretty much the same as this floor. Rooms, kitchen. Most of the other stuff is on the first floor. I think." She gestured at the stairs they were nearing.
As they drew closer, Beatrice had slowed, right hand sliding across the walls of the hall to support herself, but she nodded eagerly as the dark haired woman had spoken, eyes bright. "That makes sense. I have to imagine it was built with the idea that entertaining and such happened on the first floor, then people moved in." A giggle slipped out, and she raised her left hand to cover her mouth.
Viscerally irritated, Jessica led the way down, not quite stomping; her Converse high-tops didn't really allow for that. "I guess," she said unencouragingly. "Rich people, I don't know." She waited at the bottom for Birdy, then gestured. "Another kitchen. If you get tired of the other two, I guess."
"Wow, they must've had a lot of cooking to do." A healthy flush had bloomed on her face and was still present as she dutifully followed after. Seeing that Jess had stopped, she allowed herself to stop at the landing, panting softly, but unwilling to show Jess how winded she was. "Goodness, those stairs sure get you."
"Someone's fucking cooking something every ten minutes," Jess said, giving Birdy a dubious look - even with broken ribs, going down stairs hadn't been that much of a problem - before declining to ask. She pointed down the hall. "There's a fucking ballroom down there, if you ever want to host a gala, I guess."
Bea cooed, obviously delighted by the news of everything Jessica had just said. "Oh that's lovely. It has to be great to live here, all the aromas and good, and space. Wow, I mean, a ballroom. I've only every heard of having those in the home. Though, I don't think I could host a gala, I mean, who would I even invite?" And her giggle sounded at the question.
Jessica was much, much less delighted by Beatrice's response. In fact, she looked vaguely nauseated. "You got me there," she said, somewhat at random, unsure how to respond - except in her usual way, and even she recognized that she had to live with Bea for the foreseeable future. "Uh, so, anyway - this way there's some living rooms and, uh, spaces? And a lounge?" The bottle of Jack Daniels she'd appropriated had come from some cupboard or another, hopefully not missed. "And some places to work, I guess." At least, Sooraya had been working from here, so there probably were.
It didn't sound nearly as exciting, really, but again she nodded along. “It makes sense to use leftover rooms for working, especially with how big this place is. 'Leftover,' sorry." Another giggle at the word play that she hadn't quite meant to make but when in Rome. "I don't think I've ever been in a place with a lounge before. Well, except for hotels, of course, but that seems silly to comment on. It must take a whole cleaning crew to get this place spick and span."
Jessica tried not to stare at the other woman. Spick and fucking span? "Um, sure," she said, pained. "I'm not really up to date on the ballroom maintenance. Uh, anyway - there's also a lake out back and whatever. That way." Maybe Beatrice, in her nauseating enthusiasm, would go look.
"And a lake," Beatrice repeated breathlessly. But her energy had obviously lagged, she leaned against the wall as she stood on her tiptoes briefly to try and maybe see it. She was short though, and the flats she wore offered no help on that front. With a slight sigh, she shifted back to her average stance, though her blue-green eyes didn't turn back to Jess before a few more moments. "I'll have to make a point to give it a look." She admitted finally, smile slowly returning. "Where do you spend most your time here, Jessica?"
Jessica's brow creased, like she found Bea confounding, and this question in and of itself asinine. "I don't know. My room, I guess. There's a patio somewhere that way, when it's not too fucking cold." She jerked her thumb in a vague 'away' direction.
"Ah, well I think that's perfectly understandable," the blonde said with a slight smile. "I'll have to explore that another day, I think. For now, I... I think room sounds best."
