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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[arsiento]

Trust me -- you get roped into shit like this, ain't nothing you can plan that's really gonna matter. It ain't about what we want.

[hardedged]

Speaking from experience there?

[ either he's been here a while or he's used to depressing, nihilistic situations. ]

[arsiento]

Yeah. [ A simple, straightforward nod. ] But if they leave us in peace, this is better.

[ He raises his nanited arm, the forearm of which is un-inked enough for the nanite's tattoo to be somewhat visible. ]

Way I figure it, as long as this shit here can't do nothing to us, then why should we get involved? We got that much choice, at least.

[hardedged]

[ she pauses, not reassured in the slightest. even assuming that they're telling the truth, she doesn't trust them. ]

Until these assholes change their minds.

[arsiento]

[ He nods again. ]

And they will, yeah -- I don't doubt it. Only a matter of time, you know? Even if they ain't saying it, it still hanging over our heads. [ Let's give #teamcyncial a round of applause. ] That how it always works, though. What we supposed to do about it?

[hardedged]

Bitch. And drink. Both work.

[ #fighttheman ]

[arsiento]

[ #lighttheman... on fire? ]

Well, at least you realistic.