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Field Notes 1.31.25

JETT GIRL:
ALICE

When the Jett Girls returned from the skies, they crash-landed separately across Scandinavia's frozen peaks, vast prairies, and sprawling cities. Clad in whatever they could scavenge against the northern chill, they navigated to Chicago, drawn by fate or something more calculated. Their first true Earthly challenge? Milwaukee Ave!'s merciless parking. For Alice Strider, this was trivial.

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Pulling her ushanka low, she slipped into Cole's Bar.

Alice is the guitarist of the JGs. She's a force of nature from the unmapped outer reaches. A being from the stars whose mission is simple: total dominion over Earth's feeble inhabitants.

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But Alice doesn't conquer with brute strength or lasers; she uses the most effective weapon in the universe...

Her voice, a siren's call, weaves a spell over her audience. Soft and hypnotic one moment, then surging into a commanding yell the next, she bends time and tempo to her will, keeping Earthlings on edge, entranced. Controlling the cadence of their movements, then just when they think they know what's coming, she pivots, laughing as their minds struggle to keep up, their bodies following suit.

Onstage, Alice's body is in constant motion, a gymnast of controlled chaos and shape-shifting prowess. Every split, handstand, reckless collision with her bandmates, and equipment is a calculated move, designed to disarm and enthrall.

She hurls herself into the performance with such reckless abandon that her earthly form, already resisting the pull of this planet's gravity via a belt of anti-gravity, still takes a beating. The stage floor is a relentless opponent, dragging her down again and again, leaving behind a collection of bruises, falls, and even suspected concussions, mere collateral damage in her quest for planetary control.

Until then, we watch, wide-eyed and powerless. We don't realize what's happening. We cheer, we scream, and worship. By the time we leave the show, we belong to her, no warships needed. She only needs a stage, a guitar, and the right frequency to bring Earth to its knees.

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