hey there passengers, it's me, ya commissary

[dealwiththe]

Passengers: Everyone (get in here)
Location: Ye Olde Commissary
Date: March 1-7
Summary: Put tickets in, get knives, foam wives, and novelty t-shirts out (sorry I couldn't think of another rhyme)
Warnings: Will add as needed.


[ Ooooooooooooooh.... ]

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[rank1]

“Yeah, Jeane’s basically perfect,” he agrees. “But making a replica of a person is even harder, isn’t it? So it’s pretty amazing.”

He contemplates offering Volk a feel, but frankly, the guy seems like he wouldn’t have the experience to know the difference.

Also, Sylvia would kill him.

[saklas]

It's like no one wants to go on a second date with an aggressively sarcastic person who thinks he's smarter than they are or something?

"Eh. I can technically make perfect duplicates of people with my Court gift, it's just a misdemeanor. ...Wait, actually - "

A lightbulb has gone off again. Sorry, Travis.

"You know, Rhys was just talking about decoys. Was this expensive?"

[rank1]

“Ten tickets,” he replies, shifting Sylvia so she’s up against his side, back to his ribs. One step from just tucking her under his arm like a bag of groceries. “Why the hell does everything come back to Rhys?”

[saklas]

"Because you two are my only friends."

Blunt.

"I don't have enough, but a decoy could buy time if we ever figure out a better escape plan. ...But they only last a month. We'd need to count on it being useful between now and then."

Volk squints. Not a fucking chance, now that he's thinking about it harder.

"....Eh."

[rank1]

Friends. Travis feels momentarily blindsided. Friends? Okay, sure. They're friends. Cool.

"She isn't gonna convince anyone," he says, flatly. Anyone but him, anyway. She's his foam replica of his wife, and that invokes feelings in him not unlike how people get attached to worn-out t-shirts and bad habits and ugly babies. It's different when it's yours. "And she's not an 'it.'"

[saklas]

"I'm talking about a hypothetical uh... second foam person."

Another ginger, apologetic pat on the shoulder. There there, 𝓯𝓸𝓪𝓶 𝔀𝓲𝓯𝓮. Sorry.

"A duplicate of someone we need to not have anyone realize is missing for a couple of minutes. Don't know who yet, but it's the kind of card that's good to have available to play."

[rank1]

Appeased and overtaken by confusion, Travis asks:

"What, like you tuck the foam into their bed or in a place where you can only see a sliver of them and hope no one notices they're foam?"

[saklas]

"Kind of, yeah. If it was a duplicate of you or something, and you could plausibly be asleep, people might not notice you were actually gone for a couple of hours. If it was someone with their own room, it'd work even better..."

[rank1]

"Alright," Travis says. Sure, that makes sense. "They only last a month apparently, and we can only get one in the first week if the pattern holds... so we gotta know who to get in advance."