Post by JMC on Jul 2, 2016 22:41:41 GMT -6
Jami was done.
She just had enough.
Her mental stability had been waning for some time, to the point where she was now concocting ridiculous attention grabbers. She was losing friends and lovers left and right.
And all she could think about was…
She deserved it.
She deserved every bit of punishment she was getting.
Regardless of what Amy Jo Smyth would say in public, Jami wasn’t trying to gain sympathy or attention. She legitimately felt like she had earned every punishment. There was no attempt to gain support.
This was truth to her.
She laid in her bed, having gotten back from Las Vegas with her lover Zoey, and began to go over the things she’d been called.
Insecure.
Weak.
Slut.
Attention Whore.
But the big one she kept going back to.
Stupid Drama Baby Gay.
Amy Jo hadn’t necessarily called HER that in those terms, but in Jami’s mind-zoned reality, that’s what she was.
She fell asleep, those words echoing in her head.
=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
Jami looked around for a moment, trying to figure out where she was. It looked vaguely familiar, and yet didn’t remind her of any specific place. The nightclub was totally hopping, with all sorts of people Jami was familiar with bouncing around or drinking. At one table, members of her father’s Desolation Network were laughing, the next, Foamy the Squirrel was having a philosophical discussion with Bob the Panda over charity versus integrity.
Foamy? Bob?
Yep, Jami was dreaming alright.
Oh well, if she was asleep, she was going to enjoy this shit.
Jami walked to the bar, as she would normally do, and sat at the stool. She raised her hand. “I need a few drinks over here…”
“What’ll ya have?”
“Give me two Depth Charges and a Smart Bomb.”
“Interesting choices…” the bartender started combining the drinks as she looked around.
“I tell you what, I’ve had some weird dreams before, but this is gotta be a new level, even by Cornett Multiverse standards.”
“Well, you’re half right…”
Jami turned to the man with a confused look, and only now did she realize there was something kinda familiar about this guy. His figure is actually pretty lean except for his beer gut, his unkempt beard and moustache looking like about two month’s grown. His brown hair isn’t exactly long, but it’s not buzz short either. It’s his green eyes that focus her attention.
“Semaj?” she asked, confused.
“That’s how you know me. I go by a different name where I’m originally from.”
“And what, pray tell, is that?”
“I’m from a world outside yours. In fact…I came up with yours.”
“Okay.”
“That’s it?” Semaj leaned on the counter to rest his chin on his hand. “I figured you’d flip out a bit more.”
“Are you kidding me? The way my life’s been going? Space operas make more sense than this.” Jami slammed the first Depth Charge down and looked at Semaj carefully. “Okay, so why are you here now?”
“Things have gotten out of control in your world, Lindsay.”
“Okay, hold up…Lindsay?”
“That was your name in previous continuities.”
“And….what kind of continuity am I in now?”
“Well, that’s the problem…you’re actually a remnant of another project I was working on…one involving urban fantasy.”
“Which explains my succubus abilities.”
“The blue eyes, the polyamory, everything, yes. When the old JMC of this timeline passed five years ago, I needed to pull several strings and continuities together in order for it to make sense to his replacement. One of my other friends ended up fucking me over right when things were supposed to be closing up…”
“Which explains why Nikki Starr went all crazy on us.”
“You’re supposed to be freaking out here…”
“Honey, I stopped freaking out months. So why am I here.”
“Basically, you’ve got two options to choose from regarding how things have gone.” Semaj waved to a door in the front of the place and a door in the back. One had drawings of Abra, Espeon, Umbreon, Litten, Flareon, Vulpix, Froakie, and Mew on it.
Pokemon representations of her Starpoint Girls.
On the other door, it was blank, as if nothing was there.
“One door resets everything up until your breakup with Juliana. You’ll have no memory of what happened the last four months, and things will be drastically different for you, but things will at least be simpler. I’ll be able to make things easier on you, and you won’t have the succubus powers. The other, you still have everyone in your life, but I can’t guarantee any control over it. Too many people now have continuity and influence in your life with that life.”
“So basically…either a simpler human life without my loves…or a complex life but I still have the support of my Starpoint Girls.”
“Basically.”
Jami looked between the doors.
Which to choose….
Jami took a few steps to the door before she woke up.
=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
Jami woke up in her bed, alone as usual. But she actually enjoyed this; as hectic as it had been growing up with four siblings, two aunts, two uncles, and a father that made even the craziest of people look mentally stable at times, she was glad to be out of that situation. Hell, she hadn’t called home in months, she was that tired of it. She’d heard through social media that her dad was married with kids on the way again, but she didn’t care at that point. She knew this Chelsey woman was only going to fuck her dad cause of money, and he was going to let her.
As he did with everyone else.
Jami sighed and looked around. The only thing in her New York apartment that WASN’T connected to geek or cosplay culture was a singular contract from Honor Wrestling. Apparently, the rumors about her had gotten so out of control that her lawyer needed to add a clause in her contract stating she couldn’t fraternize with any person of the company, ever. This was ridiculous; Jami hadn’t even considered a relationship since Juliana….
But what the hell. If it helped her keep her New York apartment…
She signed the documents and faxed them over immediately.
She was hoping she didn’t regret this…
She just had enough.
Her mental stability had been waning for some time, to the point where she was now concocting ridiculous attention grabbers. She was losing friends and lovers left and right.
And all she could think about was…
She deserved it.
She deserved every bit of punishment she was getting.
Regardless of what Amy Jo Smyth would say in public, Jami wasn’t trying to gain sympathy or attention. She legitimately felt like she had earned every punishment. There was no attempt to gain support.
This was truth to her.
She laid in her bed, having gotten back from Las Vegas with her lover Zoey, and began to go over the things she’d been called.
Insecure.
Weak.
Slut.
Attention Whore.
But the big one she kept going back to.
Stupid Drama Baby Gay.
Amy Jo hadn’t necessarily called HER that in those terms, but in Jami’s mind-zoned reality, that’s what she was.
She fell asleep, those words echoing in her head.
=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
Jami looked around for a moment, trying to figure out where she was. It looked vaguely familiar, and yet didn’t remind her of any specific place. The nightclub was totally hopping, with all sorts of people Jami was familiar with bouncing around or drinking. At one table, members of her father’s Desolation Network were laughing, the next, Foamy the Squirrel was having a philosophical discussion with Bob the Panda over charity versus integrity.
Foamy? Bob?
Yep, Jami was dreaming alright.
Oh well, if she was asleep, she was going to enjoy this shit.
Jami walked to the bar, as she would normally do, and sat at the stool. She raised her hand. “I need a few drinks over here…”
“What’ll ya have?”
“Give me two Depth Charges and a Smart Bomb.”
“Interesting choices…” the bartender started combining the drinks as she looked around.
“I tell you what, I’ve had some weird dreams before, but this is gotta be a new level, even by Cornett Multiverse standards.”
“Well, you’re half right…”
Jami turned to the man with a confused look, and only now did she realize there was something kinda familiar about this guy. His figure is actually pretty lean except for his beer gut, his unkempt beard and moustache looking like about two month’s grown. His brown hair isn’t exactly long, but it’s not buzz short either. It’s his green eyes that focus her attention.
“Semaj?” she asked, confused.
“That’s how you know me. I go by a different name where I’m originally from.”
“And what, pray tell, is that?”
“I’m from a world outside yours. In fact…I came up with yours.”
“Okay.”
“That’s it?” Semaj leaned on the counter to rest his chin on his hand. “I figured you’d flip out a bit more.”
“Are you kidding me? The way my life’s been going? Space operas make more sense than this.” Jami slammed the first Depth Charge down and looked at Semaj carefully. “Okay, so why are you here now?”
“Things have gotten out of control in your world, Lindsay.”
“Okay, hold up…Lindsay?”
“That was your name in previous continuities.”
“And….what kind of continuity am I in now?”
“Well, that’s the problem…you’re actually a remnant of another project I was working on…one involving urban fantasy.”
“Which explains my succubus abilities.”
“The blue eyes, the polyamory, everything, yes. When the old JMC of this timeline passed five years ago, I needed to pull several strings and continuities together in order for it to make sense to his replacement. One of my other friends ended up fucking me over right when things were supposed to be closing up…”
“Which explains why Nikki Starr went all crazy on us.”
“You’re supposed to be freaking out here…”
“Honey, I stopped freaking out months. So why am I here.”
“Basically, you’ve got two options to choose from regarding how things have gone.” Semaj waved to a door in the front of the place and a door in the back. One had drawings of Abra, Espeon, Umbreon, Litten, Flareon, Vulpix, Froakie, and Mew on it.
Pokemon representations of her Starpoint Girls.
On the other door, it was blank, as if nothing was there.
“One door resets everything up until your breakup with Juliana. You’ll have no memory of what happened the last four months, and things will be drastically different for you, but things will at least be simpler. I’ll be able to make things easier on you, and you won’t have the succubus powers. The other, you still have everyone in your life, but I can’t guarantee any control over it. Too many people now have continuity and influence in your life with that life.”
“So basically…either a simpler human life without my loves…or a complex life but I still have the support of my Starpoint Girls.”
“Basically.”
Jami looked between the doors.
Which to choose….
Jami took a few steps to the door before she woke up.
=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
Jami woke up in her bed, alone as usual. But she actually enjoyed this; as hectic as it had been growing up with four siblings, two aunts, two uncles, and a father that made even the craziest of people look mentally stable at times, she was glad to be out of that situation. Hell, she hadn’t called home in months, she was that tired of it. She’d heard through social media that her dad was married with kids on the way again, but she didn’t care at that point. She knew this Chelsey woman was only going to fuck her dad cause of money, and he was going to let her.
As he did with everyone else.
Jami sighed and looked around. The only thing in her New York apartment that WASN’T connected to geek or cosplay culture was a singular contract from Honor Wrestling. Apparently, the rumors about her had gotten so out of control that her lawyer needed to add a clause in her contract stating she couldn’t fraternize with any person of the company, ever. This was ridiculous; Jami hadn’t even considered a relationship since Juliana….
But what the hell. If it helped her keep her New York apartment…
She signed the documents and faxed them over immediately.
She was hoping she didn’t regret this…