<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>(15:00 PM), Janaury 12th 2018<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Asgaurdian Vessel, Heading Towards Earth/Midguard<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/>Jessica was all about ready to turn around and walk away. What was she to loose anyway? This *lead* was probably more smoke and mirrors. Ever since the "Incident" everyone in New York started seeing aliens and monster everywhere. Allright their were things Jessica couldn't explain, such as what happened to her last year. Meeting Cage again as well as Rand and Murdock, the whole thing with the Hand kept her up at night when she wasn't been kept up at night by her nightmares and guilt over Killgrave. Did Jessica really want to add to that with whatever the Hell THIS was?<br/><br/>No, Jessica had enough daemons and didn't need to add to it. So as she turned around to leave she really was going to go. But then she heard a voice over the intercom. Saying they wanted to know who she was and whatever she was doing here it better be good. Jessica frowned rolled her eyes and turned back to speak into the intercom, only she couldn't see a intercom to speak into. That was weird, as she heard the vice as clear as day. "Er....Names Jones, Jessica Jones, im a investigator...sometimes....I found a lead about something. Something the NYPD wouldn't be equipped to deal with necessarily." She said as she continued looking around to see wherever this snotty and imperious voice was coming from.<br/><br/>"Look Mr, I only came here because apparently you are an expert in the occult ore whatever. Bunch of horse shit if you ask me but you got a Rep and I got a lead that I don't know what to do with. So...." She shrugged and wiped her nose with the back of her hand, her words were slightly slurred as she had downed half a bottle of whiskey before she got here. Jessica didn't care if people thought she was a drunk loser, she was, she made her peace with that long ago. But hat she did care about was having those around her, in her city get hurt. Maybe Murdock and all his talk about protecting their *city* had really stuck with her ore whatever. Jessica crossed her arms over her chest, she was getting slightly pissed off now. "You gonna open up this door ore what?" She asked aggressively.