[ There's no law against open containers, 'cause she hasn't made one, so Jess attends with her plus one in tow: a full bottle of Wild Fowl. Somehow this civic meeting is important enough to wheel out a certain someone. By the time the local community gets around to asking their opinion for the first time that she can recall, she's drained a quarter of it. It would be more but she overslept. Or underslept, factoring in when she eventually crashed. Probably not that long ago but what kinda nerd knows the hour? If she even has a body clock it can only look like a Dalí forgery someone left in a dump.
Jess sticks around, overtly eavesdropping on other peoples' answers. "Constance" and her throng can't seriously not know what hers will be but then some idiots are so thick there's no getting through to them. Kamala's raw display of emotion, however grown-up she's trying to be about it, sets her apart from them easily. Sitting crosslegged on some surface that is not meant for sitting, Jess tucks her whiskey behind her thigh without losing an ounce of integrity to her slouch. ]
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Jess sticks around, overtly eavesdropping on other peoples' answers. "Constance" and her throng can't seriously not know what hers will be but then some idiots are so thick there's no getting through to them. Kamala's raw display of emotion, however grown-up she's trying to be about it, sets her apart from them easily. Sitting crosslegged on some surface that is not meant for sitting, Jess tucks her whiskey behind her thigh without losing an ounce of integrity to her slouch. ]
Ask them if they ever tried nuking the Room.