001 | voice

[hardedged]

[ the network post begins with a disgruntled exhale. great way to start, jones. nice first impression. clearly, this mysterious new arrival is glad to be here. ]

I'll make this quick and painless. The name's Jessica Jones, and I'm looking for answers.

They brand us like cattle. Expect us to play house. Assign crapass jobs.

And of all the places to wage the Cold War 2.0, they pick fucking Florida. [ she scoffs, as if that's somehow the worst offense of all. ] How do we leave this shithole?

[ there's a pointed beat of silence, as she presses her lips together in contemplation. almost as an afterthought, she adds: ]

And where can I get a drink around here? The cheaper, the better.

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[douchebag]

[ Oh, how Felix can relate to this. All of it, actually. ]

Word is, we don't get to choose when we leave. It just happens. Same thing that brought us here decides it's time for us to go and poof. We're gone.

[ Which is arguably worse in some cases. His tone brightens. ]

The good news is that there are plenty of places to get a drink.

[hardedged]

Gotta hand it to these pricks. Most organized kidnapping I've seen.

[ they planned it all out — every last detail. they even have goddamn pamphlets. ]

[douchebag]

At least they're professionals. Can you imagine what a mess it'd be if they weren't?

[ That's a joke. Sort of. ]

You can always give them the old fuck you and refuse to register. There are plenty of people who aren't that'll help you out if you run into trouble.

[hardedged]

Pass.

[ jessica jones may not be the type to play the hero, but she sure as hell won't ask for help either. ]

[douchebag]

[ It's not visible, but he shrugs. He has no horse in the race either way. ]

Good luck finding your own way. Plenty of people manage it. You will too.

[hardedged]

Sure. [ closest thing to a "thank you" that he'll get right now. ]

Going back to where I can find a drink. Details.

[douchebag]

Practically anywhere. You're in Florida? Try the streets by the beaches.

[ Not that he's speaking from experience or anything.... ]

[hardedged]

I'm not made of money.

[ she's already checked those places, and they're much too pricey for her broke ass. ]

[douchebag]

Come up to Maurtia Falls sometime and I'll foot the bill for all you can drink night.

[ Felix isn't exactly made of money either, but he's acquired a nice chunk of it. ]

[hardedged]

[ well, that's awfully generous of him — only makes her more suspicious tbh. did they know each other before? ]

You part of the welcoming committee or something?

[douchebag]

Nah. Just bored.

[ Translation: he's estranged from his only friend. He isn't one to push about shit like this though and sends over a list of bars. ]

Those are the cheapest bars I've found in Florida. Maybe one of them will work for you.

[hardedged]

Got it.

[ huh, it looks helpful, at least. only one way to find out. ]

[douchebag]

Enjoy yourself.

[hardedged]

[ a dry snort. ]

Thanks.

[ it's half sarcastic, half genuine. ]

[douchebag]

Yeah. You're welcome.

[ With that, he disconnects. It's clear she doesn't want to talk to him. ]