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WHO: Jessica Jones & You
WHERE: At various stores throughout the City.
WHEN: Week of 8/26— but feel free to backdate a little if you want to fudge for modplot.
WARNINGS: Jessica Jones
SUMMARY: Shopping! When shopping goes wrong.
FORMAT: Tagger's choice.

ONE.
It's just an ordinary day at the grocery store. Really. Jess spends most of her time in the frozen food aisle, buying a lot of those lasagnas for one. And then she feels bad about buying a whole basketful of frozen lasagna, so she looks for an orange or something to round it out. Jessica Jones does not know what quinoa is. Seriously, what the fuck is quinoa?

When she passes by Cosmo on the magazine stand, she says "fuck you." She doesn't mean to say it aloud aloud, but it happens like that anyway. And fuck Cosmo.

TWO.
It's an ordinary day and Jessica Jones is here to buy some cigarettes. She wonders if they will card her. She doesn't think she looks eighteen anymore, but sometimes they card anyone who isn't wearing makeup.

That's when a guy comes in wearing an honest-to-god bandana mask, and points a gun at the poor cashier lady. It seems like it happens all at once, even though nothing really does. Jess freezes— she's standing behind a candy rack. Shit shit shit shit. What is she going to do?

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[ lil isn't even sure what it is exactly that hits the guy in the head at first -- is that a candy bar? where the hell did it come from even? she glances up, eyebrows pinched, probably about to say something bitchy like "who the hell throws a candy bar at an armed robber?" but oh --

she knows that person. ]

Jess?

[ with her height, at least, it's easy to keep the guy pinned under her even when she's distracted like this. ]

Uh, hi.

[ Have a sheepish, slouchy wave. ]

[ a little sigh. then, mildly: ]

Hon, what're you doin' throwin' candy around? Don't y'got superpowers?

[ the would-be robber struggles, making a muffled noise, and lil casually pushes his face harder against the ground. ]

Well, yeah.

[ Standing there, awkward. ]

But not like, super speed. Or… throwing powers.

[ more muffled noises from the robber, which lil continues to ignore. ]

Yeah? S'pose I never did ask what y'can do. It ain't somethin' weird, is it?

[ Looking offended. ] No. No.

[ Then thinking a bit better of it. ] Just the basics, really. But I never… [ This is embarrassing. ] I never really learned how to fight.

I could have taken that guy, though.

Oh.

[ lil pauses, glancing down at the criminal pinned under her then back up at jess. ]

Well, sure. He ain't so tough, but. Y'never learned how t'fight? Don't y'think that's a little dangerous when you're goin' around throwing candy at bad guys?

It wasn't really a "thinky" thing.

[ She looks at the guy now, too. He doesn't look too comfortable. ]

[ a little sigh ]

What am I gonna do with you, Jess?

[ finally, she gets up off the poor guy, hauling him to his feet by the arms -- probably not too comfortable still, considering the angle she grabs them by, but it keeps him from struggling too much while she hands him off the rent-a-cop-esque security guard that, at the very least, has some cuffs on him. ]

Kinda spoils the mood for grocery shoppin', don't it.

You think I should call the cops? I bet the cashier guy already did, huh.

[ Jess doesn't really like cops, because they're always suspicious of both P.I.s and people with superpowers. ]

[ oh, right. the cops. lil doesn't particularly care for them either. guess that comes with serving prison time, but still. ]

Probably.

[ a beat ]

I ain't gonna get shit for like, assaultin' the bastard or somethin', am I?

Nah. There were witnesses. [ She nods, to reassure yourself. ] I'll back you up.

That's what friends are for, I guess.

[ absently, she folds her arms over her chest, tapping her fingers idly against her own arm. ]

Can't even remember what the hell I meant t'get here. Y'think we gotta stick around t'make statements or somethin'?

We can leave.

[ She looks around, happy to ditch. ]

But I have to buy my cigarettes first.

[ The cashier is not really in a position to argue, and everyone else in line has kind of dispersed. ]