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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[sanctus_dei]

Hey--! [William definitely drops the envelope, because Theo wasn't expecting that reaction. Not that he was sure how anyone would have reacted, since he wasn't thinking very clearly. He can't help himself from dropping to his knees and grabbing the envelope, either, and is disappointed by what's inside. Four tickets wasn't enough for much of anything either.

What was he going to get if he even asked for what he wanted anyway? Candy cigarettes? A carton that was just empty and made of foam? A bottle of wine filled with fruit juice? Theo presumed Wardens could just get whatever they wanted, but he only deserved foam garbage dressed up to look like the real things.

Still kneeling on the tile floor, he shouts after William.] This isn't enough--!

[But he stops himself, because this whole idea was stupid and ridiculous. Theo's bullet wound was fixed up when he arrived, but he still felt like he was dying, still felt like the untamed magic was eating away his insides, still felt like his brain was caving in from the lack of his chemical dependencies.

Honestly, this whole Commissary farce really just made him feel like they were mocking him. His voice is quiet and distant again.]

Fuck it. Forget it. I'm not letting them win.