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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[hardedged]

[ damn, he's no fun. in any case, she scoffs at the truth behind those words. ]

Still not sure this isn't a goddamn dream.

[musclemothers]

Oh, believe me, I've been hoping it's all a dream for, what, a month now? So far, no luck. Every morning, I still wake up in shitty, shitty Florida. [He expels an exasperated sigh through his teeth and, with exaggerated cheeriness mingling with sarcasm says,] Welcome to the Cold War 2.0, enjoy your stay! Hope you don't mind robot attacks on a regular basis!

[hardedged]

Jesus Christ. Robot attacks?

[musclemothers]

Oh, yes. Two of them. One targeted some sort of imPort festivity before I arrived and had all these damn earthquakes everywhere, and the other was because of that lunatic Stark.

[hardedged]

Stark? [ a beat. there's only one stark she knows. ] Tony Stark?

[musclemothers]

One and the same.

Wait, you know him?

[hardedged]

Of him. He's famous back home.

[ the flat tone in her voice is sufficient evidence that she doesn't agree with the sentiment. ]

What the hell did he do here?

[musclemothers]

He has mentioned his fame, oh, about five or ten times. [There's no end to the distaste in Rusty's voice.] I have no idea what he did except go off the deep end. He gave a bunch of people superpowers without their permission, and then had them attack us with a fleet of his warsuits.

[hardedged]

What. The. Fuck.

[musclemothers]

Right? I mean, I pegged him for an asshole, but I thought he'd shy away from straight-up supervillain bullshit.

[He shrugs.]

The more you know, I suppose. I just know that I wouldn't buy from him, if I were you.

[hardedged]

Why aren't the cops after him? Are they sleeping on the job?

[musclemothers]

Apparently, he's loaded. Got his own fancy company and everything. Maybe the guy just bought his way out.

[hardedged]

[ a scoff. ]

Guess some things never change.

[musclemothers]

Oh god, no. Doesn't matter what hell dimension you get sent to; whoever holds all the power is always going to get away with everything. [He sniffs, derisively.] The human condition.

All we can do is hope that his sales tank enough after this bad bout of PR to take him out of power before he tries something like this again.