remember when you used to be a rascal

[classifieds]

Passengers: Carol Denning + OPEN
Location: Inmate housing and the mess hall.
Date: late June
Summary: Carol has arrives. She is not happy.
Warnings: Carol is very crass and vulgar. And mean.


a. bunk 102 - for travis

[ She gets to her bunk and there's stuff inside of it. Not too unusual, probably a previous inmate. One that didn't smell very good. Oh well. Anything left behind is free shit as far as she's concerned.

Unfortunately, most of it is junk in her eyes and she tosses it out onto the floor. A picture of someone she doesn't know, shirts she wouldn't be caught dead in, and so on.

There is a cat plushie, though, and it's pretty cute. The cat can stay, she thinks, as she tosses out yet another bad shirt. ]


b. hallways near the inmate housing - open

[ In a way, there's something flattering about the fact that she was kicked from the relatively cushy Barge and onto somewhere that seems a good deal more restrictive. It's like going from minimum security to max: sucks, but it means you're pretty hardcore.

Of course she misses the people she knew there. Some of them, anyway. And she sure wishes she had somewhere private to scream about it. But she doesn't so she shoves it all down.

Eventually she'll take it out on someone with a fist in their face. Right now she just leans against the wall, observing anyone who walks by, desperately craving a cigarette. ]

What're you looking at?

[ She barely bothers to look at whoever she's deemed to be lingering for too long. If it's someone she's already met, maybe she'll be more amicable. Or maybe she'll be even worse. ]

c. mess hall - open

[ Carol looks down at the meal the AUTOMAT dispensed: some sort of meat-free meatloaf approximation, potatoes that looked like the cheap sort you get with TV dinners, and carrots that were at least normal even if they weren't real carrots.

She's been here a day and is already back to eating some sort of loaf. Just like real prison. ]

Jesus H. Christ, whose nuts do I have to kick to get a fucking pudding cup around here?

[ Alas, as new as she is, she's got no money even if the commissary were open. So, all she can do is eat the no-meat meatloaf one bite at a time. She may not be happy about it but she knows better than to starve herself. ]

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[rank1]

[Freshly showered after the gym, hair blow dried into his trademark ludicrous spikes, Travis had some plans to just collapse into his bunk and flip through whatever weird alien movies the reference library had to offer. He's dressed lazily, an inch gap between his jeans and the hem of his t-shirt, his belt slung over his shoulder. The shirt is printed with a mugshot of himself. Classy, basically.

Some chick rifling through his bunk is not in the plans. He stops several feet behind her.]

Hey. Didn't your mother ever teach you it's not nice to go through other people's things?

[That's brusque and low.]

b.

[n0ught]

[Jack was certain she got everyone's schedule down pat, so she is caught off guard when someone is hanging around the dorms when the hall should be deserted. She's pissed off now, just enough to completely ignore this woman's very obvious bad mood.]

Just a bitch about to get her throat slit. Fucking move.

C

[sanctus_dei]

Didn't you know? Anything good is outlawed here. Maybe if you're good for, I dunno, two months or something, you can save up your tickets for some.

[The teenager now waiting behind Carol for his turn at the Automat looks like maybe he's skipped way too many mealtimes himself. Once she has her approximate meatloaf, Theo approaches the machine to get his own order. It always gives him protein and iron-rich foods that he's not exactly thrilled about either. The Admiralty is trying to get some weight back on him.]

One of the things they offer is food from wherever ya want. I thought it was dumb, but after six months of this shit, I'm probably gonna order something next time.

c

[omniavincit]

[ The mess betrays how empty the ship really is: tables upon tables, chairs upon chairs, and among them only a scattered handful of people. It's not the fact that William's eating alone that's unusual—it's the fact he's here at all.

But here he is, sitting well away from the Automat and paying more heed to his CommLink than his meal. On the Barge he cut, if not a striking figure, at least a dramatic one, decked out in black with his black hat and creaking boots. Now he's almost destined to be overlooked, an unimposing man in unremarkable clothes. His hair a little on the shaggy side.

He looks up sharply at the sound of her voice—drawn to it without fully recognizing it. Her glasses, at least, are hard to miss. ] You wanna trade? [ He calls across the room, his voice unexpectedly light. ]

c

[smugreport]

[ Rhys nearly walks right by her on his way to the dorms, stopping a couple steps away before halting and backing up. ]

Wh-h-hoooa

[ They finally sent somebody new! It's been a while, so don't mind his brief surprised gawking. Back on Helios, a new person was exciting for a variety of reasons, but the best one came in the form of getting to lay the groundwork for their expectations of things (and of him) and here's no different. A primo chance to get someone on his side right off the bat.

He puts on his best, butter-em-up business smile, and extends a hand. ]

You must be the new girl everyone's talking about. Name's Rhys.

c

[dealwiththe]

You don't.

[ Lucifer, as usual looking ridiculously handsome, well-dressed and well-coiffed, is always ready to help. ]

Just wait a few weeks, you'll get some tickets and the commissary will open up. You can get one then.