[ video ]

[hostage]

[Wow, Jesse is so tanned, he almost looks healthy. Almost.]

Yo, 'sup. I'm Jesse Pinkman, talking about the usual thing I talk about around this time every month. I mean cookies. You guys that're new, you probably saw me and some other people out there in the rain the day you got here, handing out free snacks and umbrellas and whatever. That's a regular thing, we do it every month for the new arrivals. It ain't a paying job, it's just like volunteer work.

Anyway, we'll be meeting up on the 30th for baking up in my unit, which is 409. Come if you want to, even if you don't know how to cook. I'll help you through it. It's real easy. It's pretty chill, no pressure, just listening to some music and making snacks. I got all the supplies we need, but if you got extra ingredients you wanna bring, that's cool. Variety and whatnot.

That's it. Door'll be open. Hope I see you there.



(( Baking is handwaved so if you wanna say you were there, you were there, but here's an example of what the newbie log thread will be like. No need for permission to participate! Jesse lets everyone help out and teaches anyone who doesn't know how to bake. ))

Comments

[hostage]

[But Steph is so hot and also not a clown. Jesse no comprende.]

No, yeah, that's... great. So you two are like together together?

[5055034455]

[Jesse he will actually come over there and slap you in the head. DON'T TEST HIM.]

Yeah. I like her like her.

[hostage]

So...

...

Do the carpets match the drapes?

action!!;

[5055034455]

[motherfucker

The feed cuts out. About a minute later, there's the very distinct sound of knuckles rapping against 409's door.

TONIGHT, SAUL IS THE ONE WHO KNOCKS.]

[hostage]

[Um, no, he's not answering that. It's unlocked, anyway. Jesse is laughing so loud it can be heard through the door, even though he's on the couch.]

[5055034455]

[Oh, is it? Great. Because Saul tests the handle, and as soon as he realizes it's open, he steps inside.

And then it's like five seconds before he locates the nearest pillow and starts hitting Jesse with it (...carefully, lest Coby's training kick in and feathers go spewing all over the place).]

Jackass.

[As in, "I love you, you stupid little — "]

[hostage]

What! What! It's a totally reasonable question, yo!

[Skinny arms and legs a-flingin' in self-defense.]

[5055034455]

It's a wig!

[Which should answer the question well enough without Saul having to dive into the details of his sex life.

He relents on the beating when Jesse almost catches him in the chin with a kneecap, but not before he gets one more solid blow to the head in.

Then he's satisfied.]

God.

[hostage]

[Jesse gives Saul a final kick, with all the strength of a hard nudge.]

So is she hot under all the clown stuff?

[5055034455]

Smokin'.

[So much for trying to be a gentleman.]

Anyway, it's not "clown" stuff. She's — she's from Rue and Katniss's world, actually. She knows them both.

[hostage]

[Whoa, hold up. Jesse sits up and pays attention.]

Knows like from the TV knows or..?

[5055034455]

[And Saul will sit in the space Jesse's vacated.]

No. Knows personally.

[hostage]

She one of the people that runs the games?

[Because the lady sure as shit doesn't look poor.]

[5055034455]

[Quickly:] No. No, no, it's —

[Complicated. He doesn't want to say she helps, but that's kind of exactly what she does.

Saul frowns.]

She works for them. She's from the Capitol.

[hostage]

That's messed up, yo.

[To put it mildly.]

[5055034455]

Yeah. She explained the whole thing.

[Wait. Does Jesse mean that? Or that Saul's dating someone who was involved with it? Or both?]

Wait — which part?

[hostage]

[Jesse just responds with a look. Saul, he is disappoint.]

[5055034455]

[Saul volleys that look right back.]

What?

[hostage]

Nothing.

[5055034455]

No, c'mon. Out with it. Let the judgment flow freely.

[hostage]

They make little kids kill each other. It's sick, okay.

[5055034455]

Yeah. And I agree. But you can't hold that against her — a society like that, there are victims at every level.

[He rubs the bridge of his nose.]

She and I are in similar positions.

[hostage]

Jesus...

[5055034455]

What?

[hostage]

Nothing. Congratulations.