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]

Everyone's shit at some things first.

[Volk is smirking. He's a 'got good grades, didn't study' type asshole.]

For other things, there's talent.

[Yes. He is a beautiful golden idol of talent. Worship him, creatures.]

[rank1]

[A scoff.]

Yeah, true. Still didn't answer my question.

[saklas]

Sure. Yes. I do believe in that. Who wants to be embarrassed?

[Ew.]

[rank1]

[A shrug.] I never feel embarrassed, even when I fuck shit up.

[saklas]

That sounds fun, but it does explain a lot.

[rank1]

[A shrug. It's a fucked up way to be, but he can only be himself.]

You should try it. Might take a while to get the hang of, but once you're there, you're invincible.

[saklas]

Oh I am never getting there, I have anxiety.

[He says this like he's got it in a box in the back of the store. We are all stocked up on that, dude, we definitely have it.

This, from Volk, is just an excuse to continue to be a snob about people with worse taste than him - "ugh, at least I'm not like THAT" - and also to not have to work on himself.]