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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[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. ]