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.

Comments

[hardedged]

[ jesus christ, another one. just how goddamn popular was she? ]

Nope.

[morethan084]

Yeah, kind of really creepy isn't it? When all these people know you and you don't remember them.

[She should probably explain.]

The same thing happened to me too. Sometimes it's better that way. Not remembering the people here.

I'm Daisy. I worked for you at the bar you owned.

[hardedged]

[ there's a pointed pause as she processes that information. ]

Yeah, well. Guess you're out of a job.

[morethan084]

Yeah. I figured.

[She'd have to find something else, but she wasn't mad at her. It's not like she chose to get dragged back here.]

[hardedged]

[ she almost offers another quip, but she suppresses the urge. ]

How long was I gone?

[morethan084]

About a month.