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Like what?

So many things that have happened. News, movies, music, I'm behind on all of it.

[She raises an eyebrow.] How did you miss it?

ooc: Have you read the story "The Time-Traveler" by Spider Robinsom?

That sort of stuff isn't readily available to prisoners.

ooc: relevant to your interests--similar story, in jail from 1960-1970.

Pri...oh. I'm being nosy, aren't I? Sorry.

It's a fairly well-known story around where I live.

That still doesn't make it any less nosy for me to ask, sir.

I did sort of open the door though, by bringing it up in the first place.

Are you trying to give me excuses to pry, or looking for someone to talk to...or?

I don't know. A little bit of both, I think.

[She nods, going into full good-listener mode.] Alright, how did you become a prisoner?

I saw something I shouldn't have and people needed to keep me quiet.

Oh. [She nods, since that makes more sense to her than it should.] I'm sorry.

It ended up working out though. Eventually the truth came out and I was released.

How long?

Twelve years.

...1999? Shit, you must be so lost right now. Computers, iPods, the economy...and alone. Do you have anyone to spend the holidays with?

My mom and my uncle.

Good. Good, I'm glad you're not alone.

I'm glad too.

Good. Good, I'm glad you're not alone.

Like what?

So many things that have happened. News, movies, music, I'm behind on all of it.

[She raises an eyebrow.] How did you miss it?

ooc: Have you read the story "The Time-Traveler" by Spider Robinsom?

That sort of stuff isn't readily available to prisoners.

ooc: relevant to your interests--similar story, in jail from 1960-1970.

Pri...oh. I'm being nosy, aren't I? Sorry.

It's a fairly well-known story around where I live.

That still doesn't make it any less nosy for me to ask, sir.

I did sort of open the door though, by bringing it up in the first place.

Are you trying to give me excuses to pry, or looking for someone to talk to...or?

I don't know. A little bit of both, I think.

[She nods, going into full good-listener mode.] Alright, how did you become a prisoner?

I saw something I shouldn't have and people needed to keep me quiet.

Oh. [She nods, since that makes more sense to her than it should.] I'm sorry.

It ended up working out though. Eventually the truth came out and I was released.

How long?

Twelve years.

...1999? Shit, you must be so lost right now. Computers, iPods, the economy...and alone. Do you have anyone to spend the holidays with?

My mom and my uncle.

Good. Good, I'm glad you're not alone.

I'm glad too.

Good. Good, I'm glad you're not alone.