a c t i o n [ Since showing up in this place Jessica's found every place to drink, but that was before figuring out the closets give you whatever booze you want. That's about the only nice thing she has to say about Wonderland or whatever the people call it.
The garden's pretty or something. Whatever.
Bottle of bourbon in hand, she's wandering the halls, looking in rooms that aren't locked, trying to figure out what the fuck the point is. When a random person turns the corner she looks up, gesturing toward them with the bottle. ]
Hey. Tell me everything you think you know about this place. For science.
n e t w o r k
[ Two bottles in, Jessica decides it's finally time to address the network, so she does, from a room she's claimed but is as of right now, still bare. ]
Look, there's no point in creating a shit storm on the network about being here, we're all the same amount of screwed. But I see some names in the archives of all these messages that are familiar as fuck.
[ Not the name or two she wants, but then Trish can't be everywhere, probably. ]
Anyone know my face? Heard people leave and come back, just wanted to check. if we knew each other, do me a favor and don't stop to talk. Not interested, text me.
Next order of business: Who the hell builds a however many stories mansion with no goddamn elevator?
Jessica Jones. You know the show.
[ Since showing up in this place Jessica's found every place to drink, but that was before figuring out the closets give you whatever booze you want. That's about the only nice thing she has to say about Wonderland or whatever the people call it.
The garden's pretty or something. Whatever.
Bottle of bourbon in hand, she's wandering the halls, looking in rooms that aren't locked, trying to figure out what the fuck the point is. When a random person turns the corner she looks up, gesturing toward them with the bottle. ]
Hey. Tell me everything you think you know about this place. For science.
n e t w o r k
[ Two bottles in, Jessica decides it's finally time to address the network, so she does, from a room she's claimed but is as of right now, still bare. ]
Look, there's no point in creating a shit storm on the network about being here, we're all the same amount of screwed. But I see some names in the archives of all these messages that are familiar as fuck.
[ Not the name or two she wants, but then Trish can't be everywhere, probably. ]
Anyone know my face? Heard people leave and come back, just wanted to check. if we knew each other, do me a favor and don't stop to talk. Not interested, text me.
Next order of business: Who the hell builds a however many stories mansion with no goddamn elevator?