J. A. Volkhov ("Volk") (
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this is the part where prison is more or less dave and busters
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

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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im literally so sorry
Volk pouts, bats his eyelashes. Poor baby.
so'm I, it's all good.
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Volk bats his eyelashes sarcastically.
"What are you asking it for, did you have time to ponder all of the fantastic options?"
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Dry.
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He turns his over in his hand.
"I could counterfeit these."
His tone is too light for this to be a threat so much as an idle statement. He could!
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"It looks like the foam the blankets are made of, if you could get a box cutter and you had a lot of time..."
But, like, what's the point?
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