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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[rathercommon]

[ Kitty almost responds in the form of a cat...until she remembers that the last iteration of this woman refused to speak to her as a cat. So, instead, she decides to look like a person. ]

You could come by the Krakatoa. I'll give you a free drink.

[hardedged]

[ good call. ]

Crack—a—what?

[rathercommon]

Krakatoa! It's a club. In Heropa. I'll text you the address.

[hardedged]

You work there?

[rathercommon]

I own it. Well, co-own it.

[ She shrugs, trying to look cool. She looks, for the record, like she isn't even old enough to drink, let alone own a bar. Which sort of limits her looking-cool ability. ]

[hardedged]

Bullshit.

[rathercommon]

[ ...Hey, that wasn't the response she wanted. She wanted more of an ooh ms jones ooh sort of response. The 'Ms Jones' being Kitty Jones, not Jessica Jones. In this context. It - look, she wanted to be acknowledged as cool, okay. ]

It's not bullshit. Honestly, is there a reason I can't own a club?

[hardedged]

Because you're twelve?

[ okay, she's exaggerating. but damn, girl. ]

[rathercommon]

Nineteen, thanks. Or twenty. Depending on how you count things. [ Anyway - ] And I've been pouring drinks since I was fifteen, and honestly, why on earth would I be offering you a free drink if I hadn't got the authority to give you one? I'd just get caught in the lie and end up ridiculously embarrassed, and you don't exactly seem like the sort of person who lets people live embarrassment down.

[hardedged]

[ well, she's got a point. ]

Depending on how you count things?

[rathercommon]

[ She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, mollified by 1) the lack of rudeness honestly Jessica Jones why are you so rude and 2) the curiosity. Curiosity of all sorts is something Kitty relates to on a deep level. ]

Things sometimes get complicated. Sometimes you can spend a lot of time here, and then get sent back to the moment you left from, and time's not progressed at all back there. So say you spend a year here. Then here, you'd count as twenty, back there you're only nineteen. Then you get sent there, and suddenly you're a little younger. Then you come back here...

[ A shrug. ]

Awfully complicated.

[hardedged]

[ she barely suppresses a groan. jesus, this is worse than nursing a hangover. ]

Always is.

[rathercommon]

Oh -

[ With prior crabbiness completely forgotten now, so her manner is bright and energetic - ]

Have you got time travel where you're from? Is that what's complicated?

[hardedged]

Nope.

[ that she knows of, at least. ]

But we have weird crap. Not this weird, though.

[rathercommon]

Like, what sorts?

[hardedged]

Superhero shit. Plenty of pricks in spandex back home.

[rathercommon]

Oh. Well, you'll see plenty of that here, too. Especially lately.

I don't suppose you've got magic where you're from, too, do you?

[hardedged]

We had a literal god of thunder roaming around. Magic hammer.

[ from what she understands. trish was always more informed than she was about the avengers. and hey, that's close enough, right? ]

[rathercommon]

Really. How did you all know he was a god?

[hardedged]

Lucky guess.

[ if she's acting curt, there's a reason. ]

Your turn.

[rathercommon]

My turn?