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[hardedged]

[ it's been a rough month for jessica — stuck in this hellhole with a bunch of morons and assholes. present company included.

it's almost midnight, and with her stomach full of hard liquor, she's in the perfect position to make a poor life choice. so she finds herself posting on the network. there's no username attached; she prefers anonymity for this topic. well, here goes nothing. ]

i've heard the same old crap about the portal. that it takes people who need a home.

but is there any way to predict when it happens, or who will show up? can it even pull in someone who's dead?

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[foreseeding]

[She doesn't know how to deal with this new fact; the thought of having Angharad back makes her heart ache.]

What if she was pregnant?

[hardedged]

[ jesus. the thought never crossed her mind. in that situation, would the child survive? ]

don't know

[foreseeding]

[Well, that sucks, but it's better than a "something horrible will definitely happen"]

Are you hoping? For someone to come? I want to see my sisters.

[hardedged]

[ she avoids the question. it's far too painful to answer. ]

maybe they'll show up

[foreseeding]

I've never been away from them for so long

[It's been like a week.]

[hardedged]

you mean they're back in your world?

[ and not... well, dead. ]

[foreseeding]

Angharad died.

The others are okay.

[hardedged]

[ she's not sure how she should respond. jessica jones has never been talented at comforting others. ]

who knows. you might see her again. all of them.

[foreseeding]

Thank you for answering.

[She isn't great at manners, but Miss Giddy tried to instil some.]

If you are waiting for someone, I hope they come to you.

[hardedged]

[ she just... doesn't respond. this is way too much™ for her, okay. what are emotions, and how does she get rid of them completely. ah yes, booze. that's right. lots and lots of booze. ]