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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[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.

[saklas]

No, it's more like a mystery? Like, okay-

[Where'd he get that pen? Why is he clicking it so much.]

Let's tweak it. What if there's no new passenger, so it has to be someone that's already here? And, of course, people suspect you, but only you know you're innocent. That frees it up to maybe even be Rhys, and you get an actual showdown at the end after he spends a ton of the plot convincing everybody he's -

Y'know. The way he actually is.

[kind of high strung and ineffectual]

Then you get a really cool fight, because naturally you're the only one that can take him.

[rank1]

[Travis wants to argue, but––]

Alright, I'm into that. But he's got to have some cool secret abilities he busts out, because right now I just wanna beat on the guy until he gets stronger to give me a challenge.

[saklas]

What? No, pssh, yeah. We'll give him a really fucked up gift of some kind. Maybe he can control electronics. On a spaceship, that'd be wild, right? Imagine the wires coming out of the walls to strangle people, or the artificial gravity

[Air quotes here]

"malfunctioning" to slam people into the ceilings and walls. Maybe whole wings flooding and then filling with current for the first person who opens the door.

[rank1]

[He bobs his head, and all that pent up energy building up to a scrap seems to settle into something satisfied with even the idea of going up against some Terminator motherfucker who can control the environment. God, it's been too long. His fingers flex to grip, but there's nothing there. Way way way too long.]

And he puts up this incredible fight, and it's real. No pulled punches, only cuts where it's subtle. No fucking CGI, not wherever you can avoid it. My eyes always glaze over at that shit, trying to make one medium something that it isn't. Just a man against a machine who has forsaken his humanity. Shit. That'd be cool.

[saklas]

Fuck yeah.

[Volk nods.]

CGI gets a bad rep, anything looks fake if the person using it is bad at their job. I can do it without, though. Budget will be interesting, but I can argue for it, and I can definitely get the reanimators. You want to play yourself?

[In this thing that's definitely not happening because they're both in prison.]

[rank1]

[Travis is completely into this happening.]

One hundred percent, man. I'm a little out of shape now, but I can get back into it no problem. If I can do it for real, then I can do it for film, you know? I've always wanted to be in a movie.

[saklas]

Fight a space station for real?

[Volk has clicked into his element here, and his amused smile doesn't even have any hard, mean edge in it.]

[rank1]

I mean, not a fucking space station. But I'm the top-ranked assassin in North America. I've seen some weird shit, fought it, and killed it.

[And he's a gamer. All of that experience counts.]

[saklas]

[K, so he's heard this before and it sounds made up this time too.]

Isn't the point of assassinating to not be seen or caught doing it?

[rank1]

The point of assassinating someone is killing them. But people in the know... they know.

[saklas]

[Oh boy. This is going to be like the space thing with Rhys, meaning that it's not going to be something he can argue with, and it adds one more point to Volk's tally. He's not even surprised any more.]

That's pretty cool. Uhm. Yeah, this sounds like it'll be fun, hopefully no one will die for real.

[rank1]

Cut for stage, right? [He laughs. Like that's a joke.]

[saklas]

Depends. Are you also doing your own stunts?

[It's pointless to ask actors to Not fuck up their bodies, so Volk just doesn't try any more, but not passing out inside of a scene is a great quality.]

[rank1]

Yeah, totally. I can do whatever.

[saklas]

Okay, then don't actually dehydrate. We'll touch you up in post, it's fine. Eli Pompeii doesn't even work out, you know, they just airbrush him.

[This is just a rumor, Volk has not met anyone that famous, ever.]

Either that or I can have someone double you - that's also easy. Picture of you, one of those big printer racks that uses biological pigments, bam.

[rank1]

Dude, no, if we're doing this, I'm going to be ripped. I used to be cut, I used to do the gym for hours every day, and I was working through all of it. For me, it's gotta be real.

[34 feels a lifetime away from 29 but. You know.]

[saklas]

[eh fuck it this thing is never happening anyway.]

You're the talent.

[That's "whatever your baby brain needs you fucking maniac just please show up on time so the rest of us can work" in Volk's stock talking-to-actors speak.]

I'll get you a trainer, you can't park your car on the street where I live without having to scrape personal trainers off of the windshield in the morning.