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[hostage]

[Jesse appears neither excited nor distressed. He actually looks mostly tired, which maybe is to be expected from a new arrival. He's slumped over on his new bed with his chin resting in his hand, mumbling around his fingers:]

Yo. I'm Jesse. Albuquerque, New Mexico, U.S.A. 2009. Whatever. Holler if you know me.

[Is he bored or something? He acts as if this is routine.]

First thing: if there's any monsters and aliens and shit I gotta be looking out for, gimme a heads-up.

Second: anybody wanna grab some food? Is there food or is it all freeze-dried bullshit? I had freeze-dried ice cream once and it was totally lame, so like, please tell me they got burgers up in here. Funyuns? Something?

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[hostage]

I'd offer to pay, but, you know...

[onsilksheets]

Not something I would go for. Just so you know.

[hostage]

Don't like the southern gentleman thing? I can dig it, yo. Independent woman, right on.

[onsilksheets]

Didn't say I hated it but I just like having my independence even more. [A smile.] Suppose one drink couldn't hurt.

[hostage]

Right on. When?

[onsilksheets]

Anytime really. I don't have many plans.