this is the part where prison is more or less dave and busters

[saklas]

Passengers: Everyone who wants to come see what the weird vending machine is about for the first time it is open to them! This is an open mingle/party style log.
Location: "a corner," the location of the Commissary
Date: February 1 - 7 on year one of our cool and sexy journey
Summary: 14 space idiots squint at the ATM that can supposedly make elk meat and clown shoes for them
Warnings: Will add as needed! I'm 90% sure someone's going to ask for drugs or blades, just as a weather forecast

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[saklas]

"Escape and a heist."

Shrug.

"I hope it isn't exciting, in the same way you're not supposed to want to live in interesting times. But I'm sure it will be." Because life is a fucking nightmare. He goes to clap Travis on the shoulder. "Don't worry."

[rank1]

Travis doesn’t brush it off, much less make and move to avoid it, but it is confusing to him. Like they’re on a football team and not grown-ass prisoners.

“Who’s worried? We’re gonna get out of here.”

[nineteenfortyfive]

"That's natural, I think. It's a strange place. Space... living, really, isn't a thing in my world. Time." Whatever. She feels like she fell into a television show.

[nineteenfortyfive]

[She resists the urge to shove, and just barely keeps her voice down.]

For all your fretting over your face, you seem eager to get it broken again, Rhys.

[rank1]

Enjoy your time with your mommy, chickenshit!!

[Oh well, it’s over now. Travis turns to Volk instead.]

Can you believe this shit? Guy doesn’t want a fight but he won’t stop picking one.

[smugreport]

[ still yelling as he’s dragged away ]

At least I have a mom!

[ no wait ]

At least I- I’m getting the last word here! Fuck you!

[expectaspectre]

"Mine either. It's colder, did you notice?" Grace hugs her arms, like talking about it has made her subconsciously shiver. "Without the sun."

She's not saying anything about Vitamin D deficiency, because she's honestly not sure if that was a known thing back when Claire was studying medicine, but she's thinking it.

[sanctus_dei]

[Theo too... But wouldn't it be nice to be useful somehow in his short little life?

He's so tired. He hates being so tired. Time to head back to his bed, addressing Volk as he heads down the hall.]

If that's what it takes.

[saklas]

I'm not getting in the middle of this. Reporters need to maintain emotional distance. The public deserves to know.

[rank1]

[Something on his face flickers, and Travis turns his back completely on Rhys, his mouth settling into a hard line. Fuck that guy.]

Reporters? Since when are you a reporter?

[saklas]

"Me."

Volk holds up his fingernails, which are so bitten down to stubby little half-circles.

"Constantly, about everything."

[rank1]

“You’re a real sensitive guy, huh?” There’s sincere concern there, but this is Travis. It veers to pity quick. “You’re not gonna freeze up when you nab a ship, right?”

[nineteenfortyfive]

[Okay fuck it she's just grabbing him by the ear to lead him away!!!]

[lessandmorethanhuman]

"Since you can't seem to do that, find something practical to do then."

[smugreport]

[ He lets out a barely stifled yelp as he's painfully lead away ]

[nineteenfortyfive]

[Once out of earshot (or whatever distance she thinks Travis cannot yell over...) she will let him go and stare at him expectantly, arms crossed.]

Well? What do you have to say for yourself?

[smugreport]

You're not my mom?

[ That's a good answer right? (he is being glib..)]

Way too young.

[ Please accept this compliment in place of an apology! ]

[nineteenfortyfive]

Thank you, but you know what I mean.

[Look, she's maybe a little shallow, don't mind her. Ahem.]

Do not engage with him. I don't care who started whatever that was, but I am sure it would end up with you bleeding all over yourself again. He's mad. You won't win.

[smugreport]

No way, he's a one trick pony I'll be ready for him.

[ He's not entirely sure about that. He definitely can't take him one on one in fisticuffs or anything, even with his arm (which he doesn't want to get damaged) but in a battle of the minds he'd win. ]

If he tries to fight me again I'll just tell him he has to solve three riddles first or something.

[nineteenfortyfive]

[Claire is sure, seems like.]

There is no way that doesn't end up with him just punching you in the face again. Be the bigger man, Rhys. Let him have his stupid little tantrums and piss all over himself. Don't you have other things you'd rather be doing?

[nineteenfortyfive]

"It's not natural to be inside all the time," Claire says. "There are much worse conditions, but I do miss being... outside, under the sun, sitting in the grass."

But she won't be able to enjoy any of that if dead, so here she is.

[expectaspectre]

"I miss the sky."

Grace used to fly. Mainly as a way to mitigate the problems caused by her shitty spine and avoid having to be in cars as much as possible, but also just because it's fun. She hadn't realized how like freedom it felt, until she'd got here, and couldn't.

"Natural things, you know? Fish. I miss fish. Is that weird?"

It's kind of weird.

[smugreport]

[ He gives a crooked smile at that. ]

I dunno, watching him piss all over himself sounds pretty fun.

[nineteenfortyfive]

Rhys.

[She presses her lips into a thin line, staring at him. Disappointment, personified.]

[smugreport]

[ Ouch. ]

Alright, alright.

[ It's hard not to capitulate to that look but you can put it away now Claire. ]

I won't mind battle him with riddles or...start conversations with him.

[ Cause that's all he does! He doesn't instigate fights. ]