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]

"Mine either. It's colder, did you notice?" Grace hugs her arms, like talking about it has made her subconsciously shiver. "Without the sun."

She's not saying anything about Vitamin D deficiency, because she's honestly not sure if that was a known thing back when Claire was studying medicine, but she's thinking it.

[nineteenfortyfive]

"It's not natural to be inside all the time," Claire says. "There are much worse conditions, but I do miss being... outside, under the sun, sitting in the grass."

But she won't be able to enjoy any of that if dead, so here she is.

[expectaspectre]

"I miss the sky."

Grace used to fly. Mainly as a way to mitigate the problems caused by her shitty spine and avoid having to be in cars as much as possible, but also just because it's fun. She hadn't realized how like freedom it felt, until she'd got here, and couldn't.

"Natural things, you know? Fish. I miss fish. Is that weird?"

It's kind of weird.

[nineteenfortyfive]

There's an agreement in the way Claire smiles, but she can't help but tease:

"Baked or fried?"

The joke is that she misses all manner of fish. Alive and swimming in nature, or deliciously on a plate.

[expectaspectre]

"Grilled salmon with garlic butter."

That was... remarkably automatic. There's a fond, faraway glaze to her eyes that can only come from talking of a far-distant paramour, or a favorite meal. Let's hope this one's about the meal.

[nineteenfortyfive]

The response makes Claire laugh warmly.

"Well, looks like we'll have to keep an eye out for the opportunity to get some grilled salmon with garlic butter." Surely it has to exist somewhere in space? Or... the machine?