<div class="floatleft">(http://i.huffpost.com/gadgets/slideshows/503576/slide_503576_7027790_sq50.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Jessica Jones<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>(15:10 PM), Janaury 12th 2018<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Sanctum Santorum<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Black Leather Jacket, Purple Vest top, fingerless gloves, ripped acid wash jeans, leather boots.<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Dr Stephen Strange<br/><strong>Warnings:</strong>None<br/><br/><hr/><br/>She raised an eyebrow when she looked over the good *Doctor*. Jessica had little patience for most people and he had this way about him which just rubbed her the wrong way. It was money, she always got despondent to the upper class types. Sure this place looked like something out of a kung Fu Movie. He explained that he could "Do many other things." which didn't fill her with confidence. Great power could corrupt a person, look at Killgrave and all the horrors he could do. That guy couldn't see himself as the villain he truly was, could this Strange guy be cut from the same cloth. She was strong and fast sure but if it came to a fight Jessica knew she couldn't really take him.<br/><br/>He pompously said his time was important and then he offered her a drink, tea, what was she? Kate Middelton? The sight of him floating was rather freaky, but given she was buzzed she figured it could be the liquor in her system. "Something alcoholic if youv got it." Jessica said honestly as she looked around this freaky monsiatary/house of haunted horros. He then told her to "Step into his office." he made some motion with his hands and the room transfigured, and the two of them would find themselves in his study, in front of chairs facing each other. She leaned forward and looked strange dead in the eye. "Stop moving me around like a Goddamm Puppet!" She told him in a sneering manner. Jessica was not one to be played with, it reminded her too much of Killgrave and it was making her blood boil. She then took a seat and hated that fact it was the comfiest chair she had ever sat in.  He then said she was correct in coming to this place if she was looking for an authority on anything...supernatural. Jessica cleared her throat and started to explain why she was here. "A woman came to my offices a few days ago. She said something happened to her husband, he came home and had his memory wiped, but yet he found his way home....he worked nights down at the docks...she seemed to think it was something Supernatural....normally I don't take cases like this....but its been a slow month and I need to pay the bills. His employers say he had an accident but something about them seems....less the genuine...I wondered if you had heard anything given you're reputation." A loud banging could be heard downstairs and it seemed the Doctor had another visitor. "You expecting someone?" Jessica mumbled as she looked in the direction of the knocking and then back at Stephen Strange.