jasperkdavis

[jasperkdavis]

"Right? Absolute d-disaster of a character." One of his favorites, if he were to be completely honest - and in interviews, he's always been loud about that fact. "I can't wait to hear the f-first read-throughs when I.. when I finalize it all."

He laughs, and tries not to let his nerves overtake him. "Yeah - I mean.. I wanted to t-talk to you more." He had made it sound back, for sure, but that was his usual thing. Foot in mouth, stumble over words. He's trying, though, and he should get points for that, at least. "I thought it m-might be.. uhm, odd, if I asked you out to dinner, so."

There's a light flush to his cheeks as he ducks his head.

Daya looks down at the signed copy that Jasper freely hands over, just because she had asked. Her bid had been beat out fair and square, and while she was thrilled for what that meant for the writer, she had to admit that she was a little disappointed that such a perfect gift for her sister had slipped out of her grasp. When he agreed to give her another one, free of charge, on top of accommodating her hectic schedule and need for as much privacy as possible? She wanted to ask what was in it for him.

But she just watches his boyish face furrow in deep thought before his eyes light up and he hands her a different script. This one has notes scribbled in the margins, but there's enough there that she can quickly skim through and her lips tug up into a smile. "Oh my god, Murphy no," she shakes her head as she chuckles. "That's a really good moment. I can picture it perfectly in my head, and I get the actors will just nail it."

She pauses slightly at his admission, not put off but also not sure why exactly anyone would be interested in talking with her. It was always her husband they sought after, because he was the one who had all the fame and prestige. Maybe that's exactly what he wants too? "Ulterior motive?"

[jasperkdavis]

"What a f-fun name." He laughed, moving to scratch behind the dog's ears - allowing himself a moment of reprieve from the long day ahead of him, start it off correctly with no stress. "I used to, uhm, have a d-dog named Billy."

He shakes his head and stands up, grinning, "Because he l-looked like a g-goat."

Frog wagged his tail at the attention. All Mathias could do was smile and let his dog enough meeting someone new. Frog was a helpful companion for him. He gave Mathias company when he was alone, and also gave him something to take care of. The added bonus was that dogs were great at helping break the ice with people and it made Mathias seem normal.

"Yeah, that's his name. He really likes it when you scratch behind his ears".

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closed: @flynnxhalliday

Without thinking, he gets next to Flynn and holds out the warm cup of coffee. Both are decaf, something he'd ordered absentmindedly, and both without a lick of sugar or cream. When Jasper takes a sip, he makes a face and shakes his head.

"I really n-need to pay more attention to stuff." Another sip, to make sure he doesn't like it, but keeps drinking it all the same. Better to not waste.

"How have th-things been, lately? We haven't c-caught up."

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Jasper's grin is wide and bright when Vanja makes sense of what he's saying. He can't help the excited clap and nods, bouncing a little on the balls of his feet. "Y-yeah! Exactly that, f-for sure." But the question of his show makes him a little bit bashful, "It's called, uhm, City of Auris." Another slow attempt to reduce the stammer, as always. "Magic and w-werewolves and necro - necromancy with the terrible c-crazy horror stuff."

He laughs, though, at the comparison to middle schoolers being a sort of horror in themselves. And he can't deny it, it's absolutely true. "You can listen, for sure - I'm going to t-try and not.. uh, info dump."

They appreciated that Jasper took their time to explain and give examples. A smile spreading as they began to get a better idea of what it meant. They snapped their fingers in excitement, "Oh! I know this Mist movie and Underwater. So kinda also like Event Horizon? Something so terrible that looking makes you go crazy too? I like this type of horror. Very cool. What's the name of show?"

"Without you then no hit thing. So still a big deal." Vanja grinned and nodded their head chuckling, "Yes. Nothing more eldritch than room full of middle schoolers. Did I use it right?" They glanced up the steps. "I'll still walk up with you. Don't want first prize to be late. Can I listen to the questions and answers? Or is it only for children?"

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The cafe ahead wasn't exactly on the way to anywhere he needed to be, nor was it in his neighborhood at all. It just happened to be one of his assistants favorites, and he wanted to make sure they started the day off right. Being a good boss or whatever.

The person in front of it isn't familiar, but the dog is adorable - and he bends down to hold his hand out to let him sniff and determine if he'd be able to pet.

With a bright grin up at the owner, he waves off the apology. "No w-worries at all, dude." He makes sure to keep his cadence a little slower to reduce the stammer, as he's been taught. "It's, uh - It's nice to see such a handsome little g-guy. Brightens the, uh, the day. You said his n-name was Frog?"

Open: To everyone

Location: The streets of SoHo

A new place meant that Mathias had to take the time to familiarize himself with his surroundings. His daily walks with Frog helped with that. Mathias was able to see which streets could be used as a shortcut, and which were dead ends. There were a few places he found that looked like good places to eat too. He was pretty excited about his new location, feeling a sense of starting new.

Both him and Frog stood in front of a cafe as Mathias read over the menu in the window. When Frog began to bark and tug on his leash because someone approached, Mathias looked away from the window and gently pat his dog's head.

"Sorry, he likes meeting new people. He's very friendly".

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My boy has never had a relationship, serious or otherwise.

sex + romance headcanons.

[jasperkdavis]

Jasper smiles, mostly trying to be reassuring to her - there's a reason he picked here and not somewhere busy. Maybe he's not as big of a star as her husband is. Surely, no one would recognize him on the street, but he gets how it can be draining day in and day out. He slides over the finished copy he'd signed and thinks for a moment.

"Sneak p-peek." He hums and snaps, turning to his bag to dig out one of the newer scripts, flips through and takes out a page from one of the unaired episodes. "It's unedited." He takes his time with the word, but... "C-can't spoil everything." With a laugh.

"I wanted to.. uhm, talk to you again, too - though. Kind of an u-ulterior motive asking you here."

She must look furtive because Jasper tries to reassure her. Despite the wide-framed sunglasses perched on her nose, and the fact that her back is to the front door, she still worries that someone she recognizes will see her. In a perfect world, such a thing wouldn't matter, but in this world, being seen with another man who's not her husband could lead to some awful consequences.

"I don't mind," she tells Jasper quickly, and she tries to relax. The discomfort has nothing to do with her company and everything to do with wanting to make sure that none of this gets back to her husband. "Do you have any sneak peeks I can pass off to Hanna?" she asks, nodding towards the scripts on the table in front of Jasper. "She's been dying to know what happens next."

[jasperkdavis]

closed: @dayamray where: hole in the wall coffee shop

"Hey, uh, d-don't worry too much about being seen here." It's so off the beaten path that they're the only ones here, and it's in a shit part of town, anyways. Hopefully it helps them avoid a lot of rigamarole that usually follows Daya and her husband. In front of him lay a few copies of his scripts, and he's signing and doodling on the front pages - designs of monsters, notes about magic. All while he sips on a cold coffee drink.

"Th-thanks for.. coming all the way, uh, out here. I f-figured it'd be easier before I go back to, uh - back to work."

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SOCIAL MEDIA + TEXTING PROMPTS

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[text to: luis] Remember that painting we saw? [text to: luis] There's a legit 100% copy in the office I'm at. [text to: luis] This one is worse, somehow. The eyes are following me every time I move. [text to: luis] You did this to me.

SOCIAL MEDIA + TEXTING PROMPTS

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"Definitely." Jasper laughs, and his eyebrows raise a bit at the question, and he thinks for a moment for how best to explain the word itself. The accent from the other man tells him he might not know colloquialisms so he forms the words in his head first, and speaks slower so he doesn't stutter quite as much.

"Y-yeah - It's.. eldritch means like st-strange, unnatural, otherworldly." He clears his throat, "It's l-like if you've ever heard of, uhm, Cthulu? Your m-mind can't fathom the horror.. There's a few m-movies and shows. The Mist, C-Cabin in the Woods, Underwater.."

But at the compliment, he shakes his head with a laugh. "I'm just the w-writer of the new.. h-hit thing." As if to say it'll fade eventually. Surely. Hopefully. He likes obscurity. "I think.. that w-would be pretty fucking, uh, funny, honestly. B-but the kids aren't scared so.. easily."

Maybe it was just their own memories of other kids that age that left Vanja with such a strong sense of how shitty an age that could be. But when the other laughed Vanja smirked and nodded their head. They could hear the care in the others voice and found it intriguing. "A rough age for everyone."

"Jasper." Vanja repeated the name to help them remember it. Not minding the other taking their time. People often spoke very fast without thinking about it in New York. They'd gotten used to it. Vanja's eyebrows went up in interest as Jasper explained what he did. "Very queer horror? That sounds fun. But what is Eldritch?" Vanja asked, unafraid to ask about words that they didn't know. When the other explained that these were kids that had won something they nodded their head, pushing a tattooed hand through their hair to push it out of their eyes. "Oh, so you are the first prize? A celebrity then. Then these kids are lucky. And so am I." They paused and teased, "You want me to pretend to be your bodyguard, Jasper? I can stand behind you with my sunglasses and tattoos and a very serious look."

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"Y..yeah. Jasper." He thinks about the offer for a second and shakes his head. If someone wanted to watch a movie and had the means, there were like fifty streaming services - still, he prefers the free option.

"What's, uh, your kind of fun place?" The coffee, finally remembered, is brought to his lips to take a long draw from, nearly coughing as he sips a little too hard. Clearing his throat, he waves a hand as if to say he's fine. "W-well how about, uhm, we just go to y-yours. Libraries are open when.. whenever."

"Jasper, right?" shocking really, that he remembered a single name right. Luis was damn sure of it this time too — definitelly wasn't a Jackson, or a Jason. Didn't suit the face.

His lips twisted into a sheepish smile. Was he now deemed a dumbass? Maybe just a very uncool person. He hoped none of this would paint his reputation a shitty color. He always shined in the brightest yellow. "Nope — " he gave a small nod.

He wasn't really interested in seeing what the place had to offer, but Jasper was kind enough to offer being his tour guide and Luis couldn't help but be drawn by the spontaneity. "Okay, I'll take your word for it, but if I start falling asleep - I'm dragging you to my kind of fun place." a grin stretched onto his face; charming and playful as he let himself be led into the place.

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He can't help but laugh - "Y-yeah. They can be, uh, pretty rotten sometimes." Jasper says it with affection, though. He doesn't mind letting kids be kids, rotten or not. The amount of times he's met with the younger folk about his podcast is not insignificant and he loves getting to tell them about all the stories he's ready to tell, and help them with their own.

"Jasper." He takes his time with the word, making sure he doesn't stutter on the syllables - it makes him feel dumber when he's slower, but sometimes it helps. "I, uh, I wr-write a horror podcast. Eldritch.. fantasy. Very, uh, very queer." He laughs. "They won a school reading c-contest and now I get to hang out with th-them."

All the time? Maybe he was a student? He looked forever exhausted like some of the students did. But Vanja didn't think so. They just nodded at the response. At the request to walk Vanja up the tall man smiled at the other. Listening to his explanation with growing interest. Vanja made a small noise of sympathy, "Middle schoolers? Terrible age." They nodded when the other said they needed to get the jitters out and wake up some.

"Sure. You can walk up with me." Sticking out their tattooed hand for the other to shake. "I'm Vanja. What is your podcast about that you must talk to middle schoolers about it?"

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"Dark romance? Th-that's.." He pauses for a second, clearing his throat and shrugs off the light blush on his cheeks. "It's, uh, it's awesome. Actually. I w-wanted to try and write a few of, uh, those myself. Dark paranormal. Before I l-landed with the idea I'm working on n-now."

He holds the door for her as they enter the library, lowering his voice - which makes the stutter a bit easier to handle. "I, uh, every time I tried to get the b-book published, I got rejected." He leads the way towards the conference room - a few people already gathered there. "They said.. They said that eldritch horror with queer women doesn't s-sell well."

"I like fantasy. My books are dark romance, usually. But my latest which I'm hoping to turn into a trilogy if received well are dark fantasy romance, so we will see." Amelia grinned, happy to sidetrack her day for someone who was clearly nervous, and aspiring writers.

"May I ask why you chose the podcast format instead of a novel?" She questioned, gesturing for them to start walking inside the library so that they could find the conference room and Jasper could start getting setup.

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Jasper'd gone on a walk mostly to clear his head - get the idea of someone unattainable out of his head. He's knows he's being ridiculous, considering they'd only met.. what, twice? Bringing his water bottle to his lip, he took a quick swig and sighed, looking out over the scenery.

The view doesn't exactly take his mind off of things, but it's the man beside him that shocks him out of his thoughts, not expecting to be talked to.

"Oh, uh -" He glances from him to the water, then back to him again. "Y-yeah." The question is an odd one, but he understands it. Maybe not with scenery, but with faces. His moms are his family, and he doesn't regret the choices that were made to lead him to his new family - but he has forgotten what his father's face looks like.

"It m-makes sense. For s-sure, yeah." Another swig of his water. "Are you, uh --" Jasper gestures to the water, "H-homesick? For Ireland?"

Status: OPEN Location: Somewhere near the Harbor

Dots of light shift on the surface of the water as Asa keeps a hand on one of the wooden mooring poles and watches boats rise and fall with the easy flow of the ocean. The salty smell of the docks is nostalgic, the view... maybe not so much. It's a nicer area - houseboats, fancy motorboats, technicolor lights and club music.

Maybe not so similar to the shores off Muir Éireann. He's been there for longer than he meant to, lost in thought, when he hears the clunking of steps on the dock and turns suddenly with a hand over his heart. "Oh, you scared me... thought I was alone out here." A wistful look back at the harbor. "Have y'ever been away from something so long, you're not even sure it still exists like it does in your mind's eye?" A moment of silence as he shakes his head, a sigh at himself. "...Does that even make sense?"

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He doesn't recognize them, but that makes sense - out of all the people in the city, why would he run into someone he actually knows? Still, though, he drinks a swig from his cup, shaking his head - "O-oh, I know! Yeah, I come here, uh, all the t-time."

Which might not be the best thing to admit, if he wants to make any kind of lasting impression.

"Let me, uh - walk you in? I have to h-head upstairs for a fun Q&A session with some middle schoolers about m-my podcast. Need to uh, get the - get the jitters out, w-wake up some."

Vanja sometimes went to the Russian or Serbian conversation groups held in the library. It was a good way to meet a wide range of different people that they generally wouldn't come into contact with. It happened rarely, when they remembered and had the time. And while they would tell anyone that asked that they went to try and pick someone up Vanja also didn't want to lose their first language. Dressed in their usually loud colour choices they hadn't expected someone to turn abruptly and nearly collide with them. Thankfully it had been on their good side so they had been able to stop in time.

Vanja's blue eyes swept up and over the man. Tired but pretty. They waved their hand in a dismissive gesture of forgiveness, figuring that would be the end of it. But the question stopped them and Vanja turned back to the man, taking a little longer to look at him. Vanja pointed at the library and nodded their head, "I was going up." They saw the very large coffee and the blood shot eyes, "They let you take your coffee in. You just have to stay in certain places until it's finished."

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"Y-yeah, I'm - that's what I'm getting at." His lips twist into something like a smile, twitchy and tired and nervous as he feels. "I'm sure, th-they'd love to talk to anyone about b-books, since they all, uh, worked really hard for this." And the pizza party later, but that's neither here nor there.

"It's - It's fictional. It's called, uh, City of Auris. Horror fantasy, which isn't everyone's - th-thing, for sure. I write all the scripts and direct. It was, uh, it was gonna be a book first."

"Well if it makes you feel more at ease to have a friendly face in there, I can come in with you if that's where you're going with this?" Amelia asked softly, she could still work in the conference room and had an interest in podcasts. They were similar to her own line of work sometimes, depending on the topic at hand. "Is that so? Maybe if they're avid readers, or aspiring writers, I don't mind saying a few words. My books aren't for the audience of children but that doesn't mean that my advice can't be."

"What's the podcast about, if I may ask? Fictional, non-fictional? Something in between?"