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All right. Gingerbread houses. Tis the season, I get it, but things randomly showing up in our rooms - does that happen a lot, or only on special occasions? [lol Cooper snuck into Kirk's room to find out about the fun new things wardens got. :c]

And what the hell is this I'm hearing about mistletoe?

Right. 'Santa.' What is this bullshit?

Fine, fine. Jake needs a new pair of hockey skates. And a baseball; I promised I'd teach him how to catch. [Brood. Brood brood quiet, brief pause for brooding.] Get it signed by the Yankees or something while you're at it. Maybe the fucking Easter Bunny can deliver it.

Get Tess that new....holiday Barbie? Whatever princess thing is big, lately. No, scratch that, get her a real doll, dollhouse sized. Nothing creepy looking, like those old ones. Something, I don't know. Princess themed. She's got a thing for those.

Since money's no object, how about a new car for Michelle. And that necklace she was looking at in October. I know she wanted it.

And I want ~~Moses' head on a platter~~ ~~to go home~~ world fucking peace.

Fucking ship.

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Will it kill your teenage superiority complex?

It would convince me you don't actually hate me and want me to go away. It's up to you what kind of perception you want to send.

Clearly all I care about are your feelings. Where's your room? [Because oh ho ho she is not going to his. :|]

It's okay that you're embarrassed to ask for help, old man.

Level 7, Room 20. [Because she's not letting him in her room and she spends most of her time at Capa's anyway.]

[He is rolling his eyes SO HARD.] Yeah, right. [And he is heading up to level seven, you brat. :|]

[Hayley glances around the room and tidies up anything that could give anything about her away, her bag tucked away on the foot of the bed. The room is thin and everything seems to fold up outside of the bed itself, though even that has storage space above and below it. It doesn't look like a teenager's room, or a bedroom at all; it looks like exactly what it is: a ship's cabin.]

[Smart kid, because once he gets there and knocks - well, once she lets him in - looking around is exactly what he'll be doing.]

[She lets him in and closes the door behind him without locking it. Her taser is in her pocket, her red jacket on her, and her bag on the bed. Otherwise, most everything appears to be not her style at all. A mixture of notes in her handwriting and someone else's--Capa's--are pinned up on one section of wall along with a calendar and a photo of the interior of a space ship.]

"In my experience? Filter failure is usually a result of a user error." [She offers him a wide smile.] "Although it's possible it got hacked or something if you let anyone borrow it or lost it for awhile. Some of the inmates here like causing trouble."

Do they, [he drawled, taking a quick look around the room. No, didn't really suit her at all. Definitely not her style. The notes were peered at a little longer than everything else, before he eventually looked back at her.]

Making something private isn't exactly rocket science, [he said, holding up the device. It was in edit mode, and he couldn't get the 'private' bit to stick.] Thought you said you were from 2009.

"I am." [She responded, taking the device from him if he would let her to begin fiddling around with it. Hayley paused to look up at him with a skeptical sort of expression.] "You thought I was actually going to let you come to my room? We aren't exactly friendly, L.C."

[Then her attention was on the device again.]

[He let her take it, but like hell he was letting her go anywhere he couldn't see what she was doing. He was...just a little impressed. Just a little.]

So whose room are we in?

[Hayley moved to take a seat on the edge of the bed, allowing him to sit in the nearby chair if he desired. She was still perusing his settings to try to determine what was wrong. There was almost constantly something being clicked or read, but she didn't seem to be trying to hide anything.] "My warden's."

[It was all kinds of unsettling, but he didn't sit. He didn't hover, either, but he did use his height to keep an eye on what she was looking at. The admission had him glancing around again, though. Capa, if he remembered the assignments he'd read correctly.] And who's that?

"I trust you to be able to figure that out for yourself if you're curious." [She responded without looking up. Then, after clicking something else and laughing, Hayley looked up at him again.] "It looks like it's a Barge thing. If you're writing to the Admiral instead of Santa, or if you don't believe in Santa, I think it's going to continue to be public."

[He rolled his eyes, and reached out to take the device back.] Don't tell me there are people who actually believe in Santa here.

[She shrugged.]

"Well, what is Santa, really? He's a giver of gifts. I've been here for one Christmas already, and everyone here got what I asked for them to get. I don't know about the people at home, but.. at least it works here. If nothing else, you might as well believe in that." [It was a pretty bad justification for the existence of Santa Claus, but she hadn't believed in the red man since she was about six or seven years old.]

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[That just gets an 'are you shitting me' look.] That sounds like the Admiral, kid.

[Hayley gives Kevin a long, 'are you retarded' look.] "Everything is the Admiral. So, yeah, you're just believing the Admiral will deliver the gifts, but the Admiral is Santa in this case, so you're believing in Santa."

[They can trade these looks all day.] You realize how fucked that sounds, right?

[She swaps to an extremely exaggerated smile.] "You realize you're on a ship in the middle of no-one-knows-where floating through what could be arguably called space with invisible floods that affect personalities, occasionally docking into different worlds for a mini-vacation, full of people who either died or made deals, right?"

Sure. Doesn't mean I have to buy into Santa. [Eye rolling. Man he hates this place.]

"No, but you will be compelled to write a letter to him and that letter will be public if you don't at least try to believe in him. Just like you'll be compelled to decorate if you go in the dining hall and to kiss whoever you get stuck under mistletoe with. It's just.. the Admiral trying to force festivities on you. It's better to get used to it now."

[She's amused with his attitude, so similar to Bones'.]

Nice to know the Admiral's got the widely accepting holiday spirit, too. [He sees your forced Christmas decorating, Admiral, and he...doesn't care but it pisses him off anyway because fuck you, Admiral.]

Don't tell me I have to give you the line about sacrificing freedom for comfort.

"What line is that?" [She asks with all the sincerity and innocence in the world.]

The hell do they teach in school these days? [Grumble grumble grumble.] 'He who sacrifices happiness for safety deserves neither.'

[If he has to explain that comfort = safety, he is walking right on out. :|]

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