open rp } { other wordly

[iluvroadrunner6]

1. Pick one of yours and one of mine.
2. Pick some prompts.
3. Comment with who you want in the subject line or say "surprise me!"
4. Profit.

Comments

[neverthehero]

[Jessica Jones knows better than to believe that anything that happens in her life is actually under her own control. Sure, she can make choices, and those choices can change the outcomes of those things, but whether or not she wants it to, bad shit is always going to find her.

That's the choice she made when she decided to be a PI, and even if she doesn't want to deal with something, sometimes she just has to.

Which is why she finds herself sitting in a bar, in the middle of St. Louis, trying to track down a decent drink while she puzzled out this case. Her entire stay here is on her client's dime, which is an expensive price to pay for most of them, but this one seems to be convinced that she's the best person to solve it.

Who is she to say not to that?

She knocks back another drink, before signaling to a bartender for a refill. The place is empty enough that she doesn't think anyone will bother her, but she doesn't consider that the place is empty enough that she might stand out to regulars. Either way, she is there to be bothered all the same.]

[sharpobjects]

[Incidentally Jessica has found a place where you could score a decent drink. That is why Camille comes here. The drinks are decent without being breaking the bank. It is an easy place to go when she needs to talk to another human being without all the commitment; a nice place to run from demons.

She wonders what brings a superhero here.

Her boss had heard rumblings that the infamous Jessica Jones was in town. He'd even suggested Camille keep a look out for her if she happened to go to the bar this weekend. It's safe to say she never thought she'd actually see the woman when she rolled her eyes and said yes. Now she feels kind of obligated not to be a disappointment for once.

She's going to need more liquor to pull that one off. Camille rises from her back table to head straight to the bar. As usual she's strangely dressed for summer in a long sleeve black top, dark jeans, and matching black boots with a giant messenger bag as company. Her fellow regulars don't seem to care.

She takes a spot at the front, three seats away from Jess. It's close enough to talk, far enough away that she can drink away her potential failure in peace. The bartender brings her the usual whiskey without being prompted even if they are casting a strange glace her way. Camille usually only comes to the front to make bad decisions with men. More power to her for changing it up or at least that's what Camille thinks that look means.

It takes 25% of her drink to ease the worry she'll fuck this up. Camille now has enough liquid courage to realize it truly doesn't matter.]

What brings you to town? [She offers a half-smile. She's had better lines. Sue her.]

[neverthehero]

Work.

[Jessica tries not to be too brusque. She has a feeling this is the kind of town where unfamiliar assholes stand out more than familiar ones. But she tries to avoid other people as a general rule, so her conversation skills are a bit rusty.]

Looking into a missing person's case.