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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[helenite]

Alice watches from the corner of her eye, frozen somewhere between startled rabbit and trying not to startle a rabbit.

Penitence pats the machine. She inches back. Penitence mumbles in wonder. Alice inches further—

(Give the walking history lesson a little privacy.)

Another step, and she's free. Totally. Totally free, provided she doesn't trip on the train of a fucking pilgrim dress and fall ass-over-teakettle onto the floor. So obviously, that's exactly what she does, yelp and all.

[prinks]

And a woman nearly falls over on Penitence's petticoats. For the first time in her life, the idea of trousers flash through her mind, but she dismisses them immediately. Not even Dorinda wears trousers, and she was an orange-seller.

She catches the other woman in a grip that may be surprisingly hale. Penitence has not spent the last few years retiring in a goose-down bed. "My apologies," she murmurs, "I seem to have caught you off guard."

It's almost a joke.