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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[expectaspectre]

"Turns out you don't have to try very hard, huh?" Grace POUTS, which she only does because at least this time, the teasing has been gentle. Unlike her last network post. "We're all in this boat together. I should at least be better at trying to keep it from rocking so much."

[lessandmorethanhuman]

"Be glad I'm only trolling you then." Alex pointed out reasonably, shifting his stance a bit while keeping his hands in his pockets. "Why'd you choose to accept the warden offer?"

[expectaspectre]

Grace has thought about how much to tell people about her reason for being here. Stage 1: Deflect.

"Everybody needs something," She offers a little shrug. "And I thought, this is something I can do. And I really do want to help. The impulse not to believe me, or anybody here, is understandable, but I wish there was some easy way of proving it to the inmates at large, you know? Like a lie detector, or something."

[lessandmorethanhuman]

"Those can be faked and hacked." Alex pointed out. "How old are you?" She looked young, maybe late teens? Hard to tell.

[expectaspectre]

"I turn 24 in October. Why?" A wry little smile crosses her face. "Because I'm too young to do my job and nobody's gonna take me seriously? I promise you I've already told myself all that stuff. Doesn't change much."

[lessandmorethanhuman]

Alex shrugged and inclined his head her way. She said it, not him. "Also that you seem kind of naïve. All bright-eyed and believing in the best of everything and all that crap."

[expectaspectre]

Grace huffs, mildly frustrated. "Why does everyone think that it's such a detriment to genuinely want to help? I know it's going to be hard. And I know people are going to try to take advantage of whatever kindness they get. I've been hurt before. I get it. But it's not going to change who I am. I'm not going to give up just because everybody underestimates me."

Hmmph. She hugs her arms to her chest. Guess that was kind of a button-push, there.

[lessandmorethanhuman]

It was clearly a button push and Alex wasn't sorry at all. "Don't expect me to be supportive and be all 'You clearly know who you are and that's a strength' or anything." He shrugged. "Expect to get hurt again while here. Expect that kindness to get taken advantage of. That's how you'll survive probably."

Quiet again for a few moments, before he huffed to himself. "Far as I can tell, so far this place is better than actual prison though. In people, not just surroundings."

[expectaspectre]

Grace peers back at Alex. "Were you in prison before you came here?"

She's never been, herself. But she's helped put a lot of people there.

[lessandmorethanhuman]

"Nope." He had memories of it though--some of the people he'd consumed. It was how he had a LOT of skills and knowledge (and memories) that he probably shouldn't. "I came here from flying a nuke out to the ocean so Manhattan wouldn't get blown up."

[expectaspectre]

Her eyes widen-- kind of a feat, since they're already notably huge and dark. The effect is slightly unsettling.

"Wow. That definitely didn't happen where I'm from. Thank you?"

[lessandmorethanhuman]

Alex just blinked at her. "You're welcome?"