3042/Office Space

Office Space
Date of Scene:	03 November 2017
Location:	Hell's Kitchen, New York City
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Jessica Jones, 300

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Jessica Jones has posed:
It was afternoon in Hell's Kitchen, a cloudy and cool day but not as cold as yesterday was at least.

Jessica's office is on the third floor of an apartment building and the door at the end of the hall has it clearly marked by a fogged out window pane.

Inside, the PI is seated at her desk with a bag of pretzels in her lap and her phone up against her ear, she's nodding her head and listening to some guy prattle on on the other end.

"Right, right..." She said. "But you see, Larr-Larry-LARRY!" She interrupted him.

"I didn't KNOW he was asthmatic. Ye-Yes. I asked him to run. Yes, I said run FAST. We needed to catch the cab!" Jessica paused. "Fatty?" Her head shook. "I don't remember calling him that. But... I mean, have -seen- the kid?"

Jones just sighed and rolled her eyes up at the ceiling.

Sassa (300) has posed:
    There would be a knock on the door, if Sassa didn't have the ability to hear Jessica ranting on the phone through it. So, instead of knocking, she simply decides to let herself in, exactly at one thirty, just as they agreed on.

    She opens the door, gently, and leans in to peak inside first, just to make sure she's not scaring anyone and upon seeing Jessica's phone based predicament, decides to just let herself the rest of the way in. She clops up to the desk and smiles warmly at Jessica and just remains standing with her arms folded. She'll wait for Jessica to finish whatever this is.

Jessica Jones has posed:
Jessica would motion the woman inside when she saw her head peak in through the door. She'd wave her over and then lean back in her squeaky office chair while motioning her hand to one of the folding chairs in front of her desk, wordlessly telling the tall redhead to sit down.

Jessica turned a little in her chair and looked toward the wall. "Larry." She said into the phone. "I got your kid home." She lectured him back. "Yes, he had a sprained ankle... yes he was tired and emotionally distraught because the mean lady called him fatty. I'm sorry. But your kid is home. Now pay me the rest of the damn money you owe me or I'm going to find him and give him back to the perverted homelss man who kidnapped him."

Jessica hung her phone up then and she put it on silent mode, then tossed it onto her desk and released a heavy and annoyed HUFF of a sound.

Her hands went up and ushed her black hair back out of her face and behind her shoulders... a second later and she looked to Sass.

"What was your name again?" She asked the new arrival to her office.

Sassa (300) has posed:
    "Well that depends on weather you want my real name or the name that I'm currently going by legally..." retorts Sassa plainly, smiling a little at the exchange. "So, you called his kid fatty eh? Not exactly a motherly type are you?" she adds, smirking again from ear to ear like a complete doofus.

Jessica Jones has posed:
Jessica picked the bag of pretzels up and set them down ontop of her desk while she listened to the woman's response and showed a faint smirk on her dark red lips. "We were being chased, by an army of angry hobos. So no... I wasn't in a very motherly mood." She reached out for her bottle of water (!) and pulled it toward her to uncap it and take a drink. But before she put the bottle to her lips she paused. "And I'd like both of your names, if I'm going to be investigating you. I want every bit of information written down." She motioned to a clipboard on the front of her desk that had a pen attached to a shoelace on it.

"Fill it all out there."

Sassa (300) has posed:
    Sassa just smiles again and nods, "Yes, well, cicumstsances and all that.." she adds as she decides to sit down, if there's a chair across from Jessica. She can't help but notice the bottle of water and lack of alcohol, that's new, ish. Oh well, let it go for now Sassa and focus.

    She nods at the comment from Jess and grabs the clipboard, she looks at the shoelace and giggles a little, someone needs money by the looks of it. "Right, will do..." she says, and over the next few minutes, she does just that and fills it all out.

    Current Legal Name: Naomi Annette MacCarthy. Birthdate: 16 Jan 1999. Birth place: Visby, Sweden.

    This next bit of info though, might catch Jessica's Attention..

    Rale Name: Sassa Aesdottir. Birthdate: 05 December 0910AD. Birthplace: Ostergotland.

    She looks up when finished and smiles as she slides the clipboard back.

Jessica Jones has posed:
Jessica accepted the clipboard back and she looked it over, scanning her eyes across it. She put her eyes up onto Sassa's face then and she stared at her for a couple of lingering seconds.

"So you're really really old?" She asked the woman in a way that looked as though she either didn't really believe her or she just wanted to hear more about... it.

"You know there's a really nice mental health facility about three blocks from here. I can get you an appointment there for later this afternoon. They love me there." Jessica smirked at Sassa then.

Sassa (300) has posed:
    Sassa saw this coming a mile away, and the normal response to her telling people how old she is, is pretty much this, all the time.

    She smirks back at Jessica and nods, "Mmhmmm..." is her only reply at first, because she's waiting for, pause, and there it is. The, /omg you're crazy!/ response to someone being immortal like, "We just had a full scale invasion by aliens from across the galaxy and you're having trouble with my being an immortal?"

Jessica Jones has posed:
Jessica smirked at this and she sat back in her chair and rocked in it gently. "Yeah, you know... thats the thing..." She started then, reaching into her desk drawer beside her she pulled out a bottle of scotch and rolled the lid off of it.

"Mutants, I believe in... Meta-humans, obviously, right?"

Jessica took a big swig from the bottle and then set it between her thighs.

"But aliens?" She showed a look of disbelief then. "Mutants that can make us believe, whatever they want? Thats real too. I've seen it, first hand. One could walk into this office right now and make us both believe Scooby Doo was right here, offering us marijuana down in the Mystery Machine and we wouldn't know any difference from real or fake."

Jessica shrugged her shoulders then. "Thats the really fucked up part about our world. How do you even know whats real anymore."

Sassa (300) has posed:
    Sassa listens intently to Jessica and nods to each statement she gives out, she might not agree, but JJ is entitled to her opinions and what not. However, she realizes she's going to have to show Jessica, something, to help her own case here. Just telling someone you're imortal, is rather hard to believe, so perhaps showcasing some power is better?

    So, during Jessica's retort and set of statements, Sassa has crossed her legs and folded her arms and slowly started to float straight up and out of the chair. She is showcasing that she has a very high level of control over her power and her ability to fly. So much so, that she can hover, in mid air, a foot above the chair and still carry on a conversation.

    "So, are you saying you wont take the job?" she asks, keeping a smile on her face. "Or, is my being that old really so hard to fathom?"

Jessica Jones has posed:
Jessica watched the other woman float up into the air and it made her smirk. "Nice trick." She said to her. "So we've established that you're light on your feet. Thats good to know... probably less guilt when you step on the scale at the doctor's office too..." She leaned forward on her desk then and wrote something down on the clipboard then set the scotch bottle down on the corner of it and scribbled some more.

"Oh. I'll take your case." She said then and looked back up to Sassa. "You just have to pay me up front for services rendered. Five hundred for the initial payment and fifty an hour for the amount of time put into the case until I've soaked up all the information there is to be had about you out there." Jessica smiled sweetly at her, though it was mildly sarcastic too. "Hopefully there's a lot."

Sassa (300) has posed:
    Sassa sighs and lands on her feet slowly, "Trick eh?" she retorts plainly, with a little bit of annoyance on her face starting to show with the other comment being added. "You really are damaged and hurt aren't you?" she asks, giving Jessica a long look that screams to worry. "Does it make you feel better not trusting anyone? Being sarcastic all the time? Does it make you feel safe to keep everyone away from you? To make them think you're nothing but a drunken bitch that is at least somewhat usefull?" she asks all this and then sighs as she looks down at what Jessica is going to charge and sighs.

    She reaches in to a back pocket and grabs out a phone, "Don't suppose you have Pay Pal?" she asks, and she's dead serious as she flits about on the phone. "I was thinking I'd just put you on retainer, figured I'd just hand you a check for five thousand dollars and call it square.."

Jessica Jones has posed:
Jessica opened up the bottle of scotch again and took another drink while leaning back in her chair as Sassa made her speech, she rocked gently in it causing the chair to squeak with each motion. "It does actually." She said in a dry and disinterested tone to the litany of agitated questions flung at her.

"And I do have a Paypal, actually." Trish had set it up for her. "The E-mail address on my card, you can send the money there. Five grand and I'll be your P.I. through the rest of the year. On-call when yuou need me... Unless I'm busy, or sleeping... which is also busy, technically."

Jessica gave Sassa a smile then, also sarcastic.

Sassa (300) has posed:
    Sassa sighs, "Alright then..." and she fumbles about on her phone a few bits and sure enough, sends Jessica the money, all of it. "There, that should cover a lot of your expenses for this particular case and still allow you the ability to take other cases as they come to you." Another long and dejected sigh escapes her lips as she slides her phone away, "Ya know, there's a decent person in there if you let her out and stop letting Killgrave win.." she adds as she turns around slowly and slides out from the chair. "You snapped his neck and he's still beating you, you're better than that.."