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[hostage]

[He's so bored, he can't take it anymore. Asking for trouble, maybe, but there's all kinds of excitement he's missing with the new arrivals, and he's not used to missing out on it. He keeps the video feed off, unlike usual, because both his cell and he himself are a mess. His voice is only slightly hoarse, recovering from a first week in custody that was spent screaming.]

So what's the deal with all you new guys? Usually I do this in person but I'm, uh, a little tied up right now. Anyway, lemme hear it. Where you from? Whatcha usually get up to? How you feeling about being in this skanky shithole up on the moon?

Hope the rest of you guys didn't leave 'em starving.

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[changeitroundsome]

[Facilier digests that for a moment, before making a tsk sound] You'll find that's the way with people. You work hard to help folk out and all you get is grief for it.

That would be one of those people who don't value your heroics, I take it?

[hostage]

She's their defense attorney, so it's her job to make 'em look good.

[changeitroundsome]

Oh, a lawyer. Never did meet one that I liked. They can twist a story any way they like and get paid to do it. And they never play fair.

Do you have anyone fightin' your side, young man?

[hostage]

[As pissed as he is, he doesn't want to publicly decry Saul. It does neither of them any favors.]

Yeah, I got... a lawyer.

[changeitroundsome]

Fightin' fire with fire, huh? Well, I wish you only the best of luck. And should y'all ever need more than luck, I might just see what I can do for you.

[hostage]

Yeah? What's your deal?

[changeitroundsome]

Oh, I'm just lucky enough to have a few tricks up my sleeve that can help other people out. I'm famous back in the Quarter for it.

[hostage]

The Quarter?

[changeitroundsome]

The French Quarter, New Orleans. [A pause, there are different worlds here. He needs to remember this] It's a city on Earth.

[hostage]

Ahhhhh, yeah. New Orleans. I getcha.

I'm from the South, too. Uhh, more Southwest. New Mexico.

[changeitroundsome]

[Someone from America, this makes things so much easier]

I hear it's a pretty state. Shame about all that drought y'all have been having. [He's still trying to get his head around this future-past-the-twenties thing don't mind him] Did have? I'm a little confused as to where everyone fits in the timeline here.

[hostage]

It's a desert. Drought probably never stops. Anyway, I'm from 2010. What about you?

[changeitroundsome]

[Well, that's not even the right century. He lets out a low whistle. He'd feel glad the world hadn't ended yet if he wasn't already kind of pissed at existence in general]

1926. Quite a time gap, there.

[hostage]

Like almost a hundred years, huh. But it seems like nothing when you think about how it's 3313 right now.

[changeitroundsome]

I'm still trying to get my noggin around all that.

[That;s not a complete lie, you tend not to think too hard about a future you shouldn't have lived long enough to see]

[hostage]

Some days it ain't a big deal, some days you're on the freaking moon. It's a weird mix of stuff being a lot better than in my time and even more stuff being way shittier.

[changeitroundsome]

[That gets a chuckle out of him, though it might be a tad humourless] Sounds like living in most places, to be completely honest.

[hostage]

Guess you're right about that. 1926 New Orleans wasn't so great either, huh?

[changeitroundsome]

It's great for some people. [Like the La Bouffs, throwing their money away like mere trifles while other people (him) stayed on the sidelines and spent their time trying not to starve to death]

All depends on where your roots are at.