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[There's nothing interesting going on here in this rather plain bedroom. Not too many posters, but there are labels on everything that describe actions like turn off the light, make the bed, turn off alarm. In addition to those labels, there's a young man whose alarm clock is blaring at the top of its mechanical lungs until he rolls over and slaps it into silence. He slowly drags himself out of bed, shirtless with a long scar running down from the nape of his neck across his shoulder and down his arm, and shuffles to the closest window, pushing the curtain aside to place his hand against the glass. He stands there for a moment as a confused frown forms on his face, only to shove the drapes back and come face to face with... space. The final frontier.

It's not what Chris Pratt expected. It's supposed to be Kansas City out there.

He hurries back to bed, knocking off knickknacks off his nighttable until he comes across a small notebook with a red cover. Chris flips through it once, twice, three, and then a fourth time, looking for something that isn't there. And in a fit of something that's a mixture of panic, fear, and frustration, he throws the notepad across the room and begins stomping towards the door.]

Where the fuck am I? Lewis? Lewis!

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[ichoosefight]

It's all hierarchy mumbo-jumbo. [ Shrug. ]

We don't know where he is exactly. And you can talk to him, but the chances of him talking back are pretty minimal. These comms are pretty much the only way we have of communicating with him.

[notafuckingnut]

[Because he's a jerk? Sorry. :/ ]

Yeah, well. I would've gotten there sooner if you were more clear about shit.

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[buildindreemz]

The only person here who has the power to send people home is the Admiral. You can ask him, but I doubt he'll be willing.

Most likely, you're an inmate here, which just means - the Admiral wants you to learn something, to make your life better when you get home.

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[It's scary how calm these people are with being in space and all while Chris is practically shitting himself. He's really on the verge of crying, just barely holding it together to make himself feel like he's still a man somewhere.]

And it's just him? Nobody like just walks off this thing?

[ichoosefight]

[ DON'T CRY. STEPH WOULD LOSE IT IF HE STARTED CRYING. ]

Well, wardens can sometimes. But we have to go through him first.

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Inmate? Make my life better? [Oh, somebody is pissed now.] I can do that on my own.

[No, you can't, Chris.]

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I can't help it.

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[PREPARE YOURSELF, STEPH.]

I can't be in jail. They told me it was just an accident and that no one was at fault! It's been a long time!

[Even though he knows that the fault was truly his. What he doesn't remember just yet is that the true crime is the bank robbery, not the car crash.]

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[buildindreemz]

Personally, I think the wardens probably could use as much help as the inmates. We all have our issues.

I'm not saying you should be grateful for being kidnapped here or anything, but you can turn it to your advantage, if you look at it the right way.

[ichoosefight]

[ Oh. Oh god. ]

It's okay, it's not really like jail- [ Steph you aren't helping WHY AREN'T YOU HELPING ]

Who was it that told you it wasn't anyone's fault?

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[NOBODY IS HELPING AND ARTHUR IS JUST MAKING EVERYTHING WORSE.]

Everybody! But it's a lie! It was my fault. I was driving. I don't even remember.

[Hello, Steph. He is now crying. First day in and Chris has already broken down. This is going really well.]

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[paradoxlol]

You may be. I couldn't answer that for sure. What I can tell you is that this place is a second chance; you do what it takes to graduate, and you're free to go

[ichoosefight]

[ Oh nonononononononononono ]

It's. Um. I mean, accidents happen, I'm sure you didn't...

Good job, Steph.

Just... just hold on, okay? I'm gonna go find you.

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Its jail. What advantage is there? I don't even have my case manager here.

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[im_sid]

Until you... graduate. I know it's all very vague-- I'm not exactly the best ambassador the Barge has to offer.

You can talk to your warden when you get one. They're more like a guidance counselor than a jailer.

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[buildindreemz]

It's not much like any jail I've ever seen - the only commonality is being here against your will.

And you will have a case manager, of sorts. You'll be assigned a warden at some point. It'll be their job to help you graduate.

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[He doesn't respond because he's heard that line about accidents happening. It was an accident, but you could say it was a preventable one. He was trying to impress a girl and look where it got him. Now he can't even control his emotions and he just slides down the wall to the floor in a heap because he's finally facing the music.

He's dead. Finally dead. Long after the crash. And now he is going to truly pay for what he did.]

spam?

[ichoosefight]

Hey- hey. What room are you in?

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[Chris runs his hands over his body, looking for any wounds or blood and only comes across the scars that were already there. Nothing physically different. But something in the back of his mind is telling him that yes, something went terribly wrong and he isn't the same anymore. He's changed once again.]

Graduate? So it's jail school.

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No, I had a case manager. Janet. From the life skills center. She wasn't my counselor. I need her.

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[A long pause.]

You're confusing me.

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[paradoxlol]

You could say that. It certainly feels like one sometimes.

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[buildindreemz]

I'm sorry.

It's not really jail. It's more like... rehab.

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I go to classes already.

spam!

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[The answer comes out muffled.]

My room.