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]

You can't buy booze there on Sundays.

[ which is the greatest sin of all, in her book. ]

[unwiseheart]

You're joking...

[ what kind of snowy hell is that? ]

[hardedged]

Nope. Hell on Earth.

[ alcohol is sacred. she wouldn't joke about that. ]

[unwiseheart]

Just that one state?

[hardedged]

They all have different laws. Some crazier than others.

[unwiseheart]

How many crazy ones does Florida have?

[hardedged]

What do I sound like — a lawyer?

[ she lifts her brow a bit, still mildly annoyed with her situation rather than genuinely upset with him. ]

Look it up.

[unwiseheart]

Maybe. One that only works with laws regarding where you can and cannot drink.

[ That could be a kind of lawyer. America is weird, so how should he know? In any case, she can be annoyed, but he'll just sound amused. ]

[hardedged]

Right. And you're a goddamn comedian.

[ a shitty one, as far as she's concerned. ]