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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[dealwiththe]

I think there doesn’t have to be a point, aside from pleasing yourself.

[ He says that thoughtfully, and glances down at himself. ]

That’s why I wear what I do.

[sanctus_dei]

[It was definitely for himself, but he did want to look nice. That's a little too embarrassing to admit to anyone, especially his warden, though.

He looks at Lucifer now, curious.]

What are you here to get? Some kinda weirdo hand puppet or something? What could wardens even want from this thing.

[He's convinced himself that wardens have all the creature comforts they could ever want behind all those locked doors.]

[dealwiththe]

[ Lucifer smiles faintly. A hand puppet? Where does he get these ideas???? ]

Something from home. A memento.

[sanctus_dei]

[One man's hand puppet is another man's Mysteriosus Bwumph.]

You trust this thing with something like that? Won't it just make it out of foam or whatever?

[dealwiththe]

It's only a photo, so the material it's printed on shouldn't matter.

[ A photo is what it is, whether it's on paper or foam. Lucifer considered other things, but the photo can never be a disappointing facsimile. Or rather, it already is that, no matter what. At least here, he can have it. ]

[sanctus_dei]

Oh. [He hadn't considered that idea. But how do you develop a photo on foam? Lucifer might see some wheels turning in that head. He would never do it, though. To many guilty memories attached seeing anything directly from his life at home.]

I guess it'd give ya something better to look at than these bland walls all the time. I just figured wardens probably got everything they wanted, anyway, tickets or not.

[dealwiththe]

In my experience, it's very difficult to give anyone everything they want.

[ And he has a metric fuckton of experience in the realm of desire. ]

In fact, I'd say a number of wardens are only likely to get what they want by doing what we came here to do. Something in common with inmates, maybe.

[sanctus_dei]

[He scoffs at that idea.] Maybe? You agreed to be here. This is your job. Exactly how many inmates agreed to be here, exactly?

[dealwiththe]

Alex, for one. It wouldn't surprise me at all if there are more. If you really think about it - sometimes we choose things unconsciously.

[ At least, people do in his world. Everyone in Hell sends themselves there. He's never damned anyone. ]

And, arguably, there may be wardens here who chose under duress - who see this as their only chance at - something. Life, maybe. So the lines may be blurrier than you think.

[sanctus_dei]

[Alex, huh. That explains some things he's said to Theo.

The comments about the wardens being here under duress gets a pointed glare though.]

You could all leave at any time you wanted. Right? Just quit. Get sent home. Not get your-- [He really doesn't have any idea about windfalls, or what the other wardens have been offered.] heaps of money or whatever it is they're giving out to do this. The line is pretty fucking clear to me.

[He looks away, glowering at nothing.] We are prisoners. You are not, especially not you in particular.

[dealwiththe]

You're right, I'm not a prisoner here. But just because that's true for me, doesn't mean it's true for all the other wardens. Some of them may have come here from circumstances as dire as yours - life and death. You don't know what other people have been through, unless you take the time to know them.

[ He smiles faintly, and gestures at Theo's new suit. ]

Asking someone's favorite color can be a good place to start.

[sanctus_dei]

[That earns Lucifer one sarcastic teen eyeroll. That's his cue to leave and try this on back in his room.]

I don't care why a warden's taken this job. They're still a warden.

[dealwiththe]

The sooner you stop lying to yourself, Theo, the better off you'll be. Enjoy your new suit.

[ Tomorrow. Tomorrow he'll push Theo some more. Tonight, Lucifer wants his photo. ]