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

Comments

[rank1]

[Travis is disappointed to not get his pound of flesh, but you know what feels good? Not being the one grabbed. He’s cool.

He stays exactly where he is.]

Then don’t fucking cuff me to the table! Problem solved.

[smugreport]

[ Claire's presence does what might be the opposite of what she's hoping for, as it bolsters Rhys to not only not step back (yet) but point an accusatory finger in Travis's face (with his robo arm to avoid sudden broken fingers.) ]

He's the one who started it. All I did was let him know about the shirt he owes me and it's all "let's fight it out like real men!" You know what real men do? They talk dude.

[nineteenfortyfive]

Rhys. Back.

[Claire is about a 2 when it comes to physical strength, but does her best to give Rhys a pointed tug, away from Travis.]

Real men don't allow themselves to be baited. Both of you, away from one another.

[rank1]

The fuck do you know about real men?

[He smirks.]

Bet you’re missing more than just an arm.

feel free to keep ignoring this

[saklas]

[Definitely directed at Claire, he's not interfering with the Travis-Rhys dynamic AT ALL it is perfect all on its own:]

Booooo! Let em play, ref.

[BOOOOO. If two adults want to be stupid let them! BOOOOOO.]

No, come on, at least see if they'll kiss.

[smugreport]

[ A quick aside to this asshole ]

Not helping.

[smugreport]

[ Sorry Claire but He can't let this shit for brains have the last word! ]

Saying I have a robo dick isn't the insult you think it is, bro. That's okay, we can't all be on the cutting edge of technology.! Guys like me need neanderthals like you around so people can really see the contrast.

[nineteenfortyfive]

[Ignoring the commentary (VOLK, PLEASE), she is left with no choice but to pinch Rhys' (fleshy) arm.]

What did I just say? Fucking hell. [She is still not really addressing Travis, because she hates this shithead, but.] Do not make me call James in here.

[rank1]

I’m not talking about your dick, asshole. I’m talkin’ about guts.

[Either way, he’s going to assume he’s being addressed until told otherwise.]

Call him. I’ll go another round.

[smugreport]

Robot guts are cool to- OW!!

[ Pinches always smart more than you'd expect, and he yelps, jumping away from Clair a solid foot as to not get pinched again. It did its job in getting his attention alright? ]

What was that for!

[ He rubs his arm where she pinched :( ]

[nineteenfortyfive]

Listen. I will get you a new shirt. Just come with me.

[She's tired of these dumbasses fighting but also doesn't want to call more testosterone into play.]

[rank1]

[Loudly:]

Hey!! Call your boyfriend!

keep ignoring me

[saklas]

Did he just actually imply he DOES have a robo-dick?

[Like, that's interesting. That's an interesting fact. He's not sure if it's good or bad but it sure is interesting.]

[smugreport]

[ Integrity or new shirt?......new shirt. ]

Okay, okay.

[ To Travis: ]

Looks like I win this one.

[ you didn't so anything meme ]

[nineteenfortyfive]

Rhys. Shut up.

[Since he is Tall, Claire is just going to try and grab him by the shoulders to try and steer him out.]

[rank1]

[This is annoying! He stays in Rhys’s face, fully intending to follow to finish the threat.]

You get a free pass just this once. Next time, it’s on.

[smugreport]

OOohh no, I'll tell you when it's on. You'll know.

[ Said with a glare over his shoulder as he reluctantly lets Claire steer him away. ]

[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!

[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]

Since I'm documenting this developing story.

[He holds up his CommLink.]

[nineteenfortyfive]

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

[smugreport]

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