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Passengers: Theo Crawford, Lucifer, and any and all wardens and inmates
Location: All over the Peregrine
Date: Week of March 10
Summary: Theo is out to: enact a plan, ride in an elevator, and avoid therapy.
Warnings: will update as needed

1. Inmates
[Theo is on a mission this week. While he's never been the best at hiding his emotions, it's taking more willpower than ever to keep his nerves in check as he approaches other inmates. He's not as nervous about the plan as much as he is in trusting others to be involved, in needing to rely on all these other people he barely knows. But there was no other way this plan could work.

While out on cleaning duty, Theo will be looking out for inmates who are alone, or in small groups, any spot on the ship that's away from the wardens. Places like a lonely hallway, near a normally empty room like the chapel, or sitting in small groups in the mess hall is where he'll approach them, even if it's an inmate he's never really talked to before. He's been scarce this last month, being made to stay in his warden's adjoining room instead of the dorms. Voice quiet and eyes darting around, he takes a quick, deep breath to steady himself.]

Hey. Listen to me. Just for a minute. It's important.

[OOC: please see this post for details. Welcoming threads with multiple inmates in here, so feel free to jump in wherever with one. If you want to just handwave a conversation, that's fine.]

2. Wardens
[While also out on cleaning duty, Theo has to hop in an elevator to travel from one of the spires back to the center, which means it's a trip on the elevator. He hesitates when the door opens and there's a warden already inside, glowering at them, before deciding he didn't feel like waiting around for the next trip.

He really should have waited. Normally an uneventful ride, this time there's a shudder as the elevator stalls out when switching gravity modules. A robotic voice tells the occupants to remain calm and hold tight while the module is reset and the trip is restored, the latter of the instructions being quite literal. Welcome to some quality time in zero-g with an inmate. Theo holds onto the railing with one hand, and his mop with the other. He sighs a little dramatically. ]

Yeah. Okay. Great. Here we are.

3. Locked to Lucifer - March 11th
[As Theo's first month with a warden winds down, he's starting to feel completely and thoroughly Done with a capital D when it comes to their daily therapy sessions. He can only be avoidant, hostile and cagey for so long.

Every day at every moment on the Peregrine, he's reminded of what he's done, of why he's here, resentful of being alive again and being on this ship. He hates it, and he can't get away from it.

When Lucifer knocks on his door today, he doesn't get the usual responses like a groan, or being told to go away. Theo is in there, but he doesn't respond at all. He's lying in his bed, back to the room. When Lucifer opens the door, Theo's response is a pillow over his head as he avoids looking at his warden. His muffled voice lacks its usual bite.]

I'm not talking today. I'm done.

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( Jason stares up at the guy for a long moment, taking another sip of his coffee and slowly grabbing one of the sheets to pull it around himself. Its not that he loves the idea of being in a fucking jail-ship that hurdles through space, but... ) And then fucking what?

[He takes a tentative step forward.]

We wait to see if the next one is going to be somewhere with some civilization. Somewhere where we can give 'em the slip, get lost in the shuffle.

[He looks around again. Paranoia's a pain.]

There's a plant in the greenhouse we can use on them. I work in there. It's poisonous, knocks out whoever touches it within minutes. We can use it on them right as we land. I've been collecting clippings.

( It takes a moment to stop himself from lurching--just 'cause of his personal situation more than anything. Hardly the first time Jason's been privy to an attempted Jail-break. Eyes meet the other man's for a hard long second as he weighs whether to give a shit or not about the red flags going up in the back of his mind. )

Knocks out dead or puts them to sleep for a hot minute?

Sleep. Depending on the person and how much we use, fifteen minutes to an hour, I'm guessin'. Found out the hard way personally.

[Probably the best nap he'd had in awhile, honestly.

Theo gives Jason a better look over now. This is an all too familiar sight.

Flatly:] You look like hell.

[He's quiet for a moment, looking away before deciding to follow up in the vaguest way possible. Not a question, but a statement.]

They cut you off.

( Eh, sleep he's fine with. Honestly at this point? He's kinda fine with more permanent solutions too but those are reserved for specific types of people. Doesn't know anyone here enough to pull that kind of trigger just yet.

His thoughts come to a brief lull with the follow-up comment which all but ushers out a slight chuckle. Jason's back slumps further against the wall and he takes a sip of coffee. ) They sure did.

( A beat or two pass, then: ) and listen, I don't give a fuck about anyone else's society. I'll find my own way, but I'll help you stir up some shit for anyone that does wanna make a break for it.

[He nods lightly, in understanding.] They don't give a fuck about helping with that, as you can see. [Or maybe they would have, had Theo the courage to say anything instead of wandering the halls alone to avoid everyone.]

I don't really want to live in some random place either, but-- [He shrugs.] It's either that, or wait for so-called graduation. Which isn't an option. But if you don't wanna go, it's your funeral. Just-- Yeah. Keep it quiet. I'll work on talking to all the inmates about it.

( He snorts. ) Who said anything about waiting for so-called graduation? Bruh. ( Jason's head tips a little as fingers reach out to put the empty cup do-okay or his hand can just stop working, that's fine too. Beside him in bed also works. ) This is the only place that knows how to get us back. It's about finding opportunity, dude.

We won't get many. And I'm-- [He frowns, attempting to suppress some bubbling emotions.]

I'm not waiting for a chance to go home. Just to get out of here. Home's not an option for me. So I'm taking whatever other way I can to get out of here.

( Ain't his fucking job to play therapist and besides, he gets pride. He can see it all over the guy. In his state? Jay's in no position nor capacity. Dude wants to get out, sure. He's fine with that. ) You talked to anyone else yet?

Some, yeah. Some want in, some don't. I don't care either way. It'd be easier if we all went in, but I'm not forcing anyone.

[He's being vague, since most don't seem in, or at least seem skeptical. And Silco, the one inmate who was most in on the plan, was gone now. Theo was left to his own planning now.]

Just so long as it doesn't get leaked to the wardens.

( Well hey, he can get behind this guy's 'tude then. ) Good for you that I'm a lot of things but rat ain't one of them. ( He's making friendly with some wardens for his own reasons, but that doesn't mean he's about to squawk to them about other people. ) Ain't gonna be a lotta help right now, obviously, but I should be fine in another week or so.

[Theo nods, satisfied enough with that answer. He turns to go, but stops after a moment of thought. He speaks to Jason with his back to him.]

Took me about two weeks. I think. Kind of a blur. But taking walks helped. Keeping moving. Lessened the shakes a little.

[That's all he really wants to say on the matter.]

Mm. ( Heady so foggy, mood so shitty. Jason watches Theo turn to leave. He's thinking, as much as he can think, if he'd maybe want to start over somewhere else. For a brief second at least, but no. No, Jason belongs to Gotham. ) Sucks you know the feeling, but I appreciate the tip.