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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[dealwiththe]

"My therapist probably wouldn't have thought she did, either, and yet - here I am," he says with a fond chuckle. Linda is so great.

"As far as this place is concerned, it's all right. A bit austere for my taste, and I would've hoped for an open bar, but I'm not here to drink. I just missed liquor in Hell."

[prinks]

Penitence has learned to ignore the words she doesn't know the meaning of. Therapist. It all sounds rather Greek.

"Of course. The liquor in Hell must be second only to the wine in Heaven." But she's curious- "what changes would you make?"

[dealwiththe]

"The alcohol on Earth will always be superior," Lucifer says lightly. Humans just... know how to do it best.

Her question gives him pause, however. He has to actually consider it for a moment. "It would probably be good to know more about what the inmates actually did to land them here," he says thoughtfully after a moment. "Having some basic facts about them can help a lot in knowing how to approach them. I like hearing their perspective on it, because that helps, too, but some of them are prone to lying, of course."