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[hostage]

[Hooray, Jesse is finally awake and home after his half-week holiday with hookers and meth. This of course means he's looking extra groggy, red around the eyes, and not exactly the most cheerful. Which makes the following message a little dissonant:]

Hey, so... - Hey, hi, I'm Jesse. If you're new.

Anyway, um, I know I talked to a few of you earlier about maybe some baking lessons? I was thinking probably, since in a couple weeks we'll have a whole 'nother shipment of new guys, we'll practice making cookies for 'em.

Some of you saw me this last time, right? I had like this whole setup with a tent? I was thinking we could do that again, but bigger this time. Or if you don't wanna be out in the cold all day, we could set up in the lobby downstairs, like right when people come in to find their units? I dunno. I'm just thinking out loud.

Anybody into that, though? Like on the 28th or something we get together and make some cookies? Assuming nobody bombs us or anything.

Comments

[galactically]

If you have enough people to help you out, the logistics should get solved quickly. All the better to make more sweets for people.

[A pause as she leans forward.]

You look really tired, by the way. Did something happen?

[hostage]

Ah, nah. Nothing. I was just partying pretty hard. The festival and all.

[galactically]

Possibly a little too hard! [A finger wag at you, Jesse. 8(] You should get more rest.

[hostage]

[No kidding.]

Haa, yeah. I will. Once I eat something.

[galactically]

Huh? You haven't eaten since you posted the message?

[hostage]

Ah, yeah. I don't get hungry much.

[galactically]

That's not good! You should be eating something anyway.

[hostage]

Yeah, don't worry. Whenever I remember.