*tap tap* is this thing on?

who: jesse open for scott and sophie
where: pms!
when: throughout the day

Jesse had been messaging with Ronnie, but went to check the other terminals. That's when he caught Owen, and he figured he'd shoot out messages on the other two, to check who was connected to those. He stopped and grabbed a beer from the fridge first though. He still had his daughter's blue rattle teddybear tucked under one arm, something he barely even noted. Hello out there in radio land, this is Jesse 'the beats, they are down' James, your dj for this evening, we have any callers on the request line? he typed out on both of the terminals he hadn't gotten messages from yet. He figured he might as well attempt to do something a little lighter in nature than typing out a panicked message that would probably only freak people out more.

 - .

It had taken Sophie a little bit, but she'd eventually recognized her room as the super-sweet apartment she'd rented while staying on-location for Horror in Hawaii 6, a gorgeous little beachfront number on Kauai. Problem was, she couldn't get out to go to the beach. Bummer. She'd entertained herself for a little messaging to the Ukranian person whose name she still didn't know. Before sending messages on the other computers, one of them chimed. She read the message, head tilted puppylike to the side in confusion as she tapped out a message.

Jesse? It's Sophie. I don't think these computers can play music, mine only messages. Where's the radio?

 - .

Every once in a while, Sophie's total screaming lack of intelligence just made Jesse want to smash his face into a wall. He didn't, and he was patient with her, but good lord. She just...never got anything. He typed up a response to her anyhow. It was a joke, Sophie. There is no radio. Forget it. Are you okay?

 - .

Sophie had to consider that question. Was she okay?

Well, I'm not hurt, she replied. But I'm all alone, and someone's saying they're going to torture us. And I can't get out, and it looks like I'm in Hawaii. That would be good if I could actually get to the beach, but I can't. Where are you? And for the record, I think you'd make a good dj.

 - .

Jesse blinked at his screen. Someone's saying they're going to torture us? Um...why don't you just not talk to that person anymore, sweetie? You don't need to hear that bullshit. And I'm in an apartment me and Ronnie had when we were younger. And thanks! I'll have to find a song to play to dedicate to you, even if you can't hear it.

 - .

Of course I'm not talking to them anymore, silly, Sophie replied, making a face. What did he think she was, dumb or something? Torture isn't in my contract, so if they try I'll sue. She paused for a moment, biting her lip, then typed on. Jesse... what if they leave us in here until the end of the experiment? I can't stay here alone all that time, I just can't.

 - ..

Scott had been pondering what to say to Tobias next when he heard the chirping from another computer. Coughing, albeit a bit looser than it had been the day before, he wandered across the nicely appointed apartment, past the giant picture window that showed off the Dallas skyline, and smiled when he saw who it was from.

How is my favorite outlaw doing? It's Scott, still alive, thank God. Glad to see you, and I think you know what song I request.

 - .

He smiled when he got the message back from Scott. Scott! Good! How are ya? Y'know, being all outlawish with my pirate radio station that apparently only you and I get. Sophie had to ask me where the fucking radio was... that girl. I swear. And hmm, I can see what I can find. I'm sure I've got something for you. I've been put in what I'm sure is a mock-up of an old loft Ronnie and I had back when we first moved in together, where you at? And how're you feeling?

 - ..

All right. So Jesse has Sophie too. Scott had been chatting with Dr. Stan when the beeping went off again. He'd at least gotten a rolling office chair and was able to zoom around without too much trouble. That sounds about right. Love Sophie, but she sometimes misses the point. Glad you're there to keep an eye on her, so to speak. If I didn't know better, I'd swear I was back in my old apartment in Dallas, sans ex-boyfriend and crapping dog. I'm feeling better, I think the cough is loosening up, but still not at my best.

 - .

Jesse smiled. She misses the point, the context, the entire thing... See, that's what's up here. I'm in an apartment Ronnie and I had. But it's got my old turntable, so I'm happy. It's trippy, I guess, and it's a little difficult for me, because there's the playpen, and all of Jessie's baby toys around. One of her teddybears is here. Mr. Boogums. Don't ask. Make sure you drink a lot, and feel free to tell me to fuck off that you need your sleep, man.

 - ..

Scott coughed and reached for a kleenex to blow his nose. Their captors had been thoughtful at least. That would seriously mess with my head, Outlaw, having all that baby stuff there and no baby. And don't worry, I'm drinking a ton of water and cough syrup.