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[There was a lot of pilfered alcohol, fumbled attempts, and finally resignation that had led to this video. Jessica wasn't great at asking for help, or showing that she didn't know what was going on, but this was so far out of her paygrade, she had no idea where to start. She'd poked around the library, but there were things that she couldn't learn there. Not really.

So the network is treated to a semi-annoyed looking dark-haired woman that some might find familiar. The introduction was minor.]

The name's Jessica Jones and I'm looking for- fuck -help with something. I can do this now-

[She'd never been one to shy away from showing what she could do or trying to hide it. She'd always been one of the more open freaks. But like she'd said to Spheeris, people felt safer when they could pretend they didn't know.

So for the camera, she made a fist with her right hand. A small line of concentration creased the middle of her brow and then - Woosh - a sword made of pure fire appeared in her hand. She didn't drop it, though she did flinch because that was never not going to be disturbing. She waved it around a bit. It looked a little like a scimitar, flaring white hot in the center. Then she opened her hand and it disappeared.]

-and that's great and all, but I don't know shit about swords or weapons or anything.

[She was doing an amazing job of not looking like that freaked her out.]

Who's gonna help me figure out how not to slice my other arm off?

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Wouldn't be the first time I've seen people wear ridiculous dead shit.

[Mink stoles. Foxtail fur wraps. Snakeskin anything. Hell, for all she knew, it was a goddamn beanie baby.]

Who knows? Who cares? If it doesn't help me get home, it's not really a Scooby mystery I want to try to figure out.

Yeah, not my thing. And fur's not that common in space either as far as fashion statements go.

I'd say that just yet. Maybe someone is capable to open portals to other planets and dimensions, that could help us get out of here.

Oh great, more space people.

[Fuck her life. Too many of them for her liking. She kind of wanted to go home. Nope, no kinda. She wanted to go home.]

Sure. That's going to happen. If everyone gets their abilities taken away when they come here and the people who run the joint can't do it, I'm sure someone will just pop into being that can do what the head honchos can't. That sounds doable.

[Sarcasm. Can you feel it, Peter?]

[ He so feels the sarcasm and you will have to try harder, Jess, because Peter has heard much worse. Peter's not even bothered by it.]

In case you missed the memo, everyone is technically space people...unless your Earth is somehow stuck to something and not a ball floating in the middle of the cosmos. Just like we are all aliens to other species.

[ He hopes Jessica like insane troll logic. ]

The people running the show have only a vague knowledge about what is happening and, as far as I know, it wasn't the Gods who chose our powers. It had something to do with that magic tree they have, Yggdra...something. [ Norse names are hard, ok. ] So I wouldn't be so quick to say we're immediately doomed or unable to do something useful.

[She does not. Which means that Peter has quickly gone onto her list of jerks. That list will grow. There's very few people that make it on to the fortune cookie sized slip of paper that houses the list of people Jessica actually likes.]

Uh huh. Well, you cling to that optimism of yours. I'm sure it'll take you far.

[ He's been polite enough and she only got more and more sarcastic, so he returned the favor. It happens. ]

It did so far.

[ Said the guy who refused to choose a god and would have been fine disappearing. Don't be like Peter, kids. ]

Good luck finding help with the fire sword. [ And that's an honest wish, actually. ]

[New Yorkers didn't do well with 'nice'. They spoke frequent sarcasm and cynicism. It was blended in with the rest of their languages to form its own sort of language.]

I'll either find help or I'll cut my head off. Some might vote for the latter.

[ Peter lived in Missouri before he was kidnapped and taken to space, he has never been in New York, so perhaps that has something to do with his way of being. ]

Some people are absolute assholes too. Why that? Are you some sort of crime lord and I'm just figuring that out?

[ Sure, she speaks fluent sarcasm, but that's hardly deserving of wishing someone to drop dead. ]

I'm a P.I.

Or... was. I have no goddamn idea what I am here, other than someone that has a goddamn fire sword they don't know how to use.

[Ask Ivar.]

Now I can see why some people might keep a grudge.

I suppose you could be anything you wanted instead. No time like the present to change and it's not like we have a lot of other options here.

[ Peter's room-mate is...particularly like that. ]

... I don't like change.

[She didn't like much of anything. Sorry, Peter. She was the worst.]

I don't think anybody ever does at the beginning.

[ Nah, it's fine. He's used to realistic and pessimistic people, he might not agree but he does understand the point of view. ]

It doesn't always need to be a bad change.

I don't like it -- period.

[All the changes in her life had been rather drastic. Life altering. Generally terrible. She'd rather not repeat any of them.]

Since when has need ever had anything to do with change?

Fair enough.

[ He won't argue with that, everyone has things they don't like. Peter hates surprises, he never had a good one in his life. ]

Plenty often, actually. But in this city nothing makes sense so my best bet is that our lives will just keep spiraling out of control.

Gee, that's a comforting thought. What, more dragons? Jesus...

[Yeah, that had been... interesting. She'd taken cover during that. She knew her strengths and weaknesses, and without her strength, running headfirst into danger was a dumb thing to do.]

Dragons aren't the worst thing I fought, but yeah, I don't want a repeat of that either. it's only a shame it disappeared before we could use the dragon's meat.

[ Why is there not a single animals in this world? Peter is fine with salads and vegetables but after months here, he's dying for a steak. ]

At monsters those act on instinct and not a sense of biased righteousness and superiority like certain purple bastard from my world.

Thank god for small favors. That's the last thing we need dumped in our stews to figure out later that it does weird shit. Suddenly blowing fire or having indigestion that makes you shit flame. Maybe you start getting scaly when you find out you're allergic.

[Hey, she'd never eaten dragon before. Who knows what it'd do.]

[ Jess brings up an excellent point. So much that peter is scrunching up his nose in disgust imagining all the things that could happen. ]

En second though, salads are perfectly okay. Disease-free and everything. Now if only they had actual decent taste...

I'd just be happy if they figured out pizza.

Ah, pizza...that would be the dream. We don't even have cheese, it's truly a tragedy.

Food woes aside, What's your home world like?

... Like Earth? Jesus, I don't know how to answer that. The notion of there being other planets and people from it that aren't little green men in frisbee UFOs is still a new one. We've had one alien invasion- well, two if you include Thundercrotch and his brother. I don't know what to compare it to, buddy.

Plenty of folks here aren't from earth, so yeah, that narrows it a bit.

You lost me at 'Thundercrotch and his brother', thought. Please tell me those aren't their actual nicknames. If so, no one's ever allowed to make fun of mine anymore.

I don't fucking know. It's one of what I call them. Greasy Asshole and his Thundersmash bro. Whatever. People swoon over Thor back home and Loki's a prick. They broke my city.

[ Peter's face goes through quite the array of emotion in the span of a few seconds, going from confusion to recognition and finally giving her a grin. Thundersmash, of course. ]

You're talking about the god of thunder, yeah I know him. I wish I didn't sometimes. He ended up joining my crew a few days before I woke up here but I can't understand why is the fuss about. [ A huff. ] He's not that great, actually he's kind of an asshole. But he doesn't usually break cities on purpose as far as I know, was it during the invasion?

And are you familiar with a purple son of a bitch named Thanos, by any chance?

Nope. Not a fan of the color purple anymore. I think I'd remember someone who was an off color.

[Kilgrave had gotten a purple hue at the height of his power before she'd killed him. And it was his favorite color. She'd been soured on it because of him. She'dve remembered a big purple dude with a nutsack for a chin. She was also a few years earlier in the timeline than Peter. Sorry, bro.]

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