text | un: jones

[hardedged]

[ jessica jones doesn't want to be here — transported from one hellhole to another. and even worse, one in goddamn space. jesus christ.

an eternal misanthrope, she's kept to herself since her arrival, for the most part. however, because it's the middle of the night and she's feeling restless, she decides to grace the network with her presence. will she offer a few words of wisdom or perhaps a message of hope to console those whom miss their home?

yeah fucking right. ]

why does all the booze in this dump taste like shit?

[ at least she has her priorities in check. ]

Comments

[hardedged]

a decent drink's not a luxury. more like a necessity.

[notyourrookie]

Alright. It wouldn't really be a weird space prison if we were given all of the necessities.

[hardedged]

no shit. guess i'll have to stop by the complaint department then.

[notyourrookie]

I'm sure they'll be happy to hear your feelings about their alcohol selection.

[hardedged]

yeah. thrilled.

[ don't mind her. she's just going to continue to act unhelpful. you're welcome. ]

[notyourrookie]

I mean, none of the people who brought us here have been seen or heard from yet so it might have to wait.

[hardedged]

whenever the pricks in charge finally show up, i'll have plenty to say to them

[ through actions, not words. ]

[notyourrookie]

You'll have to join the queue.