Who: Jessica & Natasha What: A rooftop chat. Where: Rooftop When: Friday night Rating: TBD Status: Closed; Incomplete
By default, Jessica Jones was used to random, crazy shit happening and that same random, crazy shit hitting the fan not too soon after she had the unfortunate experience of encountering it. After all, Jessica's actual existence was because of some crazy, random shit that had saved her life following a devastating car crash that had claimed the lives of both her brother and her father. So, to summarize, Jessica knew all too well about random, crazy shit and probably could have claimed an expertise in the area (degrees were not available in the random, crazy shit major), but none of that experience had prepared her for the coming of something that clearly could have come straight out of some freaking Disney movie.
A fucking talking raccoon.
Yeah. That was a thing apparently and no, from what she grasp of the conversation on the network, he actually was not part of any kids' movie or show. He was just a talking raccoon with a hell of a lot of attitude that could have even given Jessica Jones a run for her money in the snark/sarcasm department. It or rather he was definitely of the random, crazy shit variety, but unlike the other crazy shit that had happened here, this had nothing to do with SadTech and Thea knew nothing about him. The woman who knew most everything that happened in that company, with the amber, and the refugees, who seemed to always have at least a sense of a plan, knew nothing about Rocket (yes, he had a name too). That was more or less the worrisome part of the entire situation they all found themselves in now because Thea said he wasn't one of theirs. Which means he wasn't a refugee like Jessica, but he was something else entirely and that was what bothered Jessica more than anything else. They had done intel on BNU and found nothing, no one who knew about the amber or how to release people from it and yet, here was Rocket. Did that mean they missed something? Maybe, maybe not, but Jessica was determined to find out because like hell was she going to be surprised when shit hit the fan this time and she knew it would.
It always did.
Cue Natasha and her admittance to knowing "Rocket". That had come out of left field and Jessica had no idea how to react to it. Oh, she wanted to know everything Natasha could offer her in terms of information on the raccoon that no one seemed to know jack shit about about, but she was also reeling from the fact that in her world-because Natasha was from her world-a raccoon could exist with a better understanding of the English language than most humans. Then again, Natasha was higher up on the "food chain" than Jessica and she was what most people considered a "hero" so knowing more about things than her? It wasn't too surprising, but a talking raccoon? Yeah, how the hell did the Avengers keep that shit under wraps? It was a question, of many questions, that Jessica had for Natasha for their meeting on the rooftop. Natasha had also hinted about things from home that Jessica probably wouldn't want to know, but being they were probably bad, Jessica knew she needed to know about them.
Even if she didn't like Trish right now, she still worried about her.
So, Jessica was on the rooftop, an actual bottle of top shelf whiskey and two glasses beside her waiting to get her mind blown. It was a fresh bottle too and Jessica hadn't opened it despite the temptation; she figured she should cherish her brief bout of sobriety while she had it. Whatever Natasha was going to tell her was bound to turn her into her normal, inebriated self in no time flat. A light breeze lifted the raven colored strands of her hair around her face, brushing lightly against her pale cheeks and Jessica raised a fingerless gloved hand to tuck them behind her ears. She was wearing her customary (stolen) leather jacket, a plain black tank top, and a pair of holey, light washed jeans, the cuffs stuffed into a pair of black boots. Almond-shaped eyes peered out at the city around her, the bright lights reflecting in the depths, and she sighed.