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.


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[saklas]

"Nine. I had my complete mental breakdown in the middle instead of at the beginning, try that one."

Volk has somehow gotten ahold of eyeshadow, lipstick, red pumps, and a weird earring this month.

We all have different goals.

[lessandmorethanhuman]

"I suspect your mental breakdown and mine would be very different. I'll keep it in mind though." Alex responded, noticing the new look. Deciding NOT to comment on it for now. "Decided what you're getting yet?"

[saklas]

"I think I want to try something different."

A small, mean smile.

"I don't really want their damn tickets in the first place."

[lessandmorethanhuman]

"No. You just like to instigate and shit-stir, from what I can tell." No judgment in Alex's voice about it. He's stating it as if it's fact. "You like the attention." Still as if it's just facts.

Then he shrugs. "Whether you want them or not, I'll probably be asking again next month, to see how the system works."

[saklas]

"I don't want attention for me, I want it for the fact that I'm a person and that I don't deserve to be here.

I think it's completely random. They're just here to fuck with us, or the wardens would be the only ones getting them."