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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basically not here

[saklas]

Volk, on the other side of the room, just takes out his communicator and starts filming.

[shiftedshape]

Loki narrows his eyes at the machine. Perhaps this was a mistake. He's already seen how robots can be reprogrammed to commit mass-murder. And that robot didn't come prepackaged with a weapon it could barely control. At least the plan all along was to disarm it.

Sighing, Loki sends a wave of magic at the thing with a lazy flick of his wrist. And the force of that green-gold wave does manage to tip it over. Onto it's side, where it proceeds to do a few knife-propelled rotations in one direction...and then in the other. Towards Loki.

"Shit--!" Loki steps aside, sending another blast at the thing which only serves to right it. And anger it, apparently, as it turns right back towards him, knife brandished menacingly. "Ymir's hairy fucking balls, would you just--?"

The next wave of magic manages, finally, to tip it over onto its "back", dislodging the knife and sending it clattering across the floor. Norns. He is out of practice. That would've been embarrassing for anyone to see. Time to wander over and kick the robot for good measure before bothering to pick up the knife.

[saklas]

The lighting in here is Atrocious and Loki is serving us World Star Hip Hop Dot Com realness.

"Booo. I wanted the robot to win."

The knife ends up near Volk. His eyes go to it. Options present themselves.

It's an impressive Court gift Loki's got - concussive magic or something. Flashy, for sure. Volk doesn't want to fight Loki. Volk doesn't want to fight, period. A knife doesn't need to be a weapon. It can be a tool. But if he takes it, he won't keep it for long.

When Loki turns, Volk is offering the knife to him handle-first.

[shiftedshape]

Loki couldn't stop the rush of pink to his cheeks if he tried. But he can cast a quick glamor and hide it, at least. He turns to eye Volk, going for intimidating, only for his mouth to fall open at the sight of the knife. Well, shit.

Loki snaps his jaw shut and grabs the knife back, disappearing it to his pocket dimension immediately.

"It put up a decent effort. Are you planning on purchasing anything?"

Smooth. Seamless. Clearly he is unbothered by how close he was to handing an inmate a weapon.

[saklas]

"I was planning on seeing what the limits really are on what they're offering, but now I have a question for you."

Volk raises his eyebrows, clicks his camera off. Done filming. He's got what he needed. Thanks.

"You know I didn't have to give that back, just now. This could have been embarrassing for both of us, I could have made you chase me down to get it, or lied to you and been caught, et cetera, et cetera.

Who has time for that kind of thing?"