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]

[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.]

[rank1]

[A needlessly dramatic lean in towards the commlink.]

Well, then. You can tell whoever's watching your broadcasts that I'm going to kick that guy's ass sometime.

[saklas]

No one. That's great, though. That's foreshadowing. Something ironic is going to happen.

[rank1]

[What's that? Double down?!]

I've cut through ten assholes like him in a minute, he won't be any different.

[saklas]

...Okay, so, you're going to fall in love in act two, cool, cool.

[You Have Chosen This Path With Your Foreshadowing Actions.]

[rank1]

I’m not in or on the market, bro.

[He’s already got a spoiled narcissist (affectionate) with a lousy personality on his checking account.]

[saklas]

I'm not saying you go through with it, I'm saying there's a critical choice between escape and ever seeing each other again and both of you end up haunted by your actions, okay?

Let me think. Probably you'd want a set piece to hang the middle off of. Maybe a new inmate comes in. Let's say an axe murderer. And who turns up dead first? That's right, obviously William. People group up, but they get picked off one at a time. The wardens try to call the Navarch for help, but when they try to find her they uncover a conspiracy. Something like that. Anyway, the two of you end up fighting at a bad time and you get separated from the group, but you obviously can't split up because the murderer likes single targets.

[this will go on truly for as long as you allow it to]

[rank1]

[Baffled:]

The fuck? Dude, running through a slasher flick is not my thing at all. If an axe murderer shows up, I want to fight him.

[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 ]

[nineteenfortyfive]

[Once out of earshot (or whatever distance she thinks Travis cannot yell over...) she will let him go and stare at him expectantly, arms crossed.]

Well? What do you have to say for yourself?

[smugreport]

You're not my mom?

[ That's a good answer right? (he is being glib..)]

Way too young.

[ Please accept this compliment in place of an apology! ]

[nineteenfortyfive]

Thank you, but you know what I mean.

[Look, she's maybe a little shallow, don't mind her. Ahem.]

Do not engage with him. I don't care who started whatever that was, but I am sure it would end up with you bleeding all over yourself again. He's mad. You won't win.

[smugreport]

No way, he's a one trick pony I'll be ready for him.

[ He's not entirely sure about that. He definitely can't take him one on one in fisticuffs or anything, even with his arm (which he doesn't want to get damaged) but in a battle of the minds he'd win. ]

If he tries to fight me again I'll just tell him he has to solve three riddles first or something.

[nineteenfortyfive]

[Claire is sure, seems like.]

There is no way that doesn't end up with him just punching you in the face again. Be the bigger man, Rhys. Let him have his stupid little tantrums and piss all over himself. Don't you have other things you'd rather be doing?

[smugreport]

[ He gives a crooked smile at that. ]

I dunno, watching him piss all over himself sounds pretty fun.

[nineteenfortyfive]

Rhys.

[She presses her lips into a thin line, staring at him. Disappointment, personified.]

[smugreport]

[ Ouch. ]

Alright, alright.

[ It's hard not to capitulate to that look but you can put it away now Claire. ]

I won't mind battle him with riddles or...start conversations with him.

[ Cause that's all he does! He doesn't instigate fights. ]