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]

[ 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.