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

[saklas]

No, think. The worst that can happen is that you stop to break something and get caught, and it's all pointless.

My goal is to go home. If your goal is your pride, be my guest, but we only go so far together.

[sanctus_dei]

I can't go-- [For a moment, some real anger manages to boil up out of somewhere in Theo. Less aimed at Volk as it is in everything, really. He manages to get it down to a simmer.]

Good. Go home. I mean it. Everyone else can get the fuck out and go home, however the hell they can manage that. That's not an option for me. Even if I'm not dead, I'm just going to jail there too anyway.

[saklas]

[Volk is, despite his rhetoric, one hundred percent in this for himself and none left over for other people.]

So, what, you're going to burn down the building with you inside?

[...He's not dissuading the idea. This isn't a mentally healthy dude you're talking to. He makes an expression like: yeah that sounds dramatic and cool.]

[sanctus_dei]

[Theo too... But wouldn't it be nice to be useful somehow in his short little life?

He's so tired. He hates being so tired. Time to head back to his bed, addressing Volk as he heads down the hall.]

If that's what it takes.

[saklas]

Wait, why -

[why are u walking away]

Okay, don't - burn it down with me still in here, please! I have shit to do at home!

[Just yelling at him as he walks further away.]