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isawallflower) wrote2020-09-28 10:35 pm
isawallflower) wrote2020-09-28 10:35 pm
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so you wanna visit a youth correctional facility | Post-Curtains R2 CMO
The moment Riley walks through one of those magic doors at the liminal Denny's, she knows there's no going back. ...Well, there was no going back the moment she slide a knife into another girl's stomach - two other girls, how lovely - but she was far in denial, to acknowledge any of that.
It's a strange whirlwind of a few weeks. With a few...helpful ways of framing her request, Riley was able to convince the Leading Player to help her. To give Chess, Farrah, and Clark back their lives. For a favor, she'd said, and Riley just knows she's going to pay for that, one day— but it's' not now, and it's something she would have to give, not them. The whole town's a flurry of activity, as dead people don't typically show up out of nowhere and missing criminals don't emerge from the back of a police station. Still, it's hard to charge someone with any degree of murder when the victims are alive and well (and confused; Riley doesn't know what if anything the Leading Player told them, but she doubts she'll be able to compare notes)— so things go a little...strangely.
First of all, Riley's folks hadn't expected her to appear out of nowhere, so the proceedings are a bit...delayed. (It hurts to learn that they'd already packed up or...donated most all her things, but she doesn't find herself too surprised.) For a few weeks, she's shunted around from center to center around the state, until her sentencing (and charges—assault? but they have not a single scratch—) can be finalized. It's normal procedure, apparently. Not many kids there are permanent staples, and...none of the places are very nice, honestly. Those days are the loneliest. A few times, she has a roommate for a night or two, but—
Well. Riley knew she talked in her sleep, but apparently now she screams, too. The other girls...are less than enthused, so. She's always moved to her own room, eventually. She doesn't stay in the facilities for long, and she's not allowed visitors, beyond the lawyer she's eventually provided.
Second of all, the instant she can talk to said lawyer, Riley confesses very clearly. She pleads guilty, agrees to a bargain. Yes, she stabbed two girls. Three, if you count Kate, which is...probably the most concrete charge against her. No, she doesn't understand how the people she'd seen dead (killed) are alive again. (Which isn't a lie; she doesn't pretend to understand Narrator powers.) No, she doesn't know exactly who kidnapped her, or how to get back to where she was. She tries her best to avoid outright lying and simply settles on being unable to identify the location, that she never spoke to the man who abducted her, that there were times she was drugged. If you count the nanites as "drugs" it's not technically a lie.
The whole thing takes some time to sort out. It's three weeks before everything can be cleanly settled and Riley can receive her placement— a juvenile detention center (Youth Correctional Facility, she'll insist on using) just outside of New York City. It's...not a bad place. Her lawyer (who Riley highly suspects her parents, who haven't visited her once, had nothing to do with) got her to a better facility than she could picture.
Her own little room, almost the same size as the dressing rooms they'd been trapped in. A desk, built into the wall. A bed that could honestly be a lot worse, considering the places she'd been in just weeks before. The facility emphasizes learning, so...in some way, she's still going to get to finish school. Daily recreation, including outdoors, unless it's raining. ...Riley still stares out the window when it does; she misses just standing under the rain. And she finds herself placed with an actual therapist, some actual medical professionals.
By the time the whirlwind settles? It's just a few days before her eighteenth birthday.
Three and a half years, with probation. Required psychological evaluation and monitoring. Current sentence and progress to be re-evaluated every three months, unless drastic intervention is needed.
Riley reminds herself this could be much worse. For Mattie, it probably was. So, she sucks it up. And she waits, for visits from her real family.
[ SO!
Assume after the Opera House, you haven't seen Riley for a few weeks, unless you've found a way around that, cough cough MEPHISTO. She's allowed two visits per week, up to three people per visit. They will be non-contact visits at first (the basic conjugal visits, a little room with plexiglass between you), but she's very quickly allowed contact visits! You'll need to preregister visits, but you can do that up to day of, as long as it's before visiting hours. Everyone has to be pre-approved to visit, though, under the pretense that it would be beneficial for her to see them. Please assume you've gone through this song and dance, we've (I've) researched enough about New York law. A guardian can help speed this process. Again, cough cough MEPHISTO.
She's also allowed phone calls, though!! She can call up to 21 minutes, and then there's a cooldown period. All calls are monitored. She usually tries to set these up beforehand.
Last but not least! No letters or gifts (besides prepackaged, store bought snacks) allowed in visits. BUT you can mail her things!
The following are not allowed in the mail:
- Food, baking and/or cooking ingredients
- Any kind of drugs
- Can-type containers with metal parts
- Metal, ceramic, or glass containers
- Aerosol type containers
- Guns, just- any guns
- WEAPONS AT ALL HONESTLY
......AND THAT'S ALL, thanks for reading the tl;dr or at least this bottom part. ]
It's a strange whirlwind of a few weeks. With a few...helpful ways of framing her request, Riley was able to convince the Leading Player to help her. To give Chess, Farrah, and Clark back their lives. For a favor, she'd said, and Riley just knows she's going to pay for that, one day— but it's' not now, and it's something she would have to give, not them. The whole town's a flurry of activity, as dead people don't typically show up out of nowhere and missing criminals don't emerge from the back of a police station. Still, it's hard to charge someone with any degree of murder when the victims are alive and well (and confused; Riley doesn't know what if anything the Leading Player told them, but she doubts she'll be able to compare notes)— so things go a little...strangely.
First of all, Riley's folks hadn't expected her to appear out of nowhere, so the proceedings are a bit...delayed. (It hurts to learn that they'd already packed up or...donated most all her things, but she doesn't find herself too surprised.) For a few weeks, she's shunted around from center to center around the state, until her sentencing (and charges—assault? but they have not a single scratch—) can be finalized. It's normal procedure, apparently. Not many kids there are permanent staples, and...none of the places are very nice, honestly. Those days are the loneliest. A few times, she has a roommate for a night or two, but—
Well. Riley knew she talked in her sleep, but apparently now she screams, too. The other girls...are less than enthused, so. She's always moved to her own room, eventually. She doesn't stay in the facilities for long, and she's not allowed visitors, beyond the lawyer she's eventually provided.
Second of all, the instant she can talk to said lawyer, Riley confesses very clearly. She pleads guilty, agrees to a bargain. Yes, she stabbed two girls. Three, if you count Kate, which is...probably the most concrete charge against her. No, she doesn't understand how the people she'd seen dead (killed) are alive again. (Which isn't a lie; she doesn't pretend to understand Narrator powers.) No, she doesn't know exactly who kidnapped her, or how to get back to where she was. She tries her best to avoid outright lying and simply settles on being unable to identify the location, that she never spoke to the man who abducted her, that there were times she was drugged. If you count the nanites as "drugs" it's not technically a lie.
The whole thing takes some time to sort out. It's three weeks before everything can be cleanly settled and Riley can receive her placement— a juvenile detention center (Youth Correctional Facility, she'll insist on using) just outside of New York City. It's...not a bad place. Her lawyer (who Riley highly suspects her parents, who haven't visited her once, had nothing to do with) got her to a better facility than she could picture.
Her own little room, almost the same size as the dressing rooms they'd been trapped in. A desk, built into the wall. A bed that could honestly be a lot worse, considering the places she'd been in just weeks before. The facility emphasizes learning, so...in some way, she's still going to get to finish school. Daily recreation, including outdoors, unless it's raining. ...Riley still stares out the window when it does; she misses just standing under the rain. And she finds herself placed with an actual therapist, some actual medical professionals.
By the time the whirlwind settles? It's just a few days before her eighteenth birthday.
Three and a half years, with probation. Required psychological evaluation and monitoring. Current sentence and progress to be re-evaluated every three months, unless drastic intervention is needed.
Riley reminds herself this could be much worse. For Mattie, it probably was. So, she sucks it up. And she waits, for visits from her real family.
[ SO!
Assume after the Opera House, you haven't seen Riley for a few weeks, unless you've found a way around that, cough cough MEPHISTO. She's allowed two visits per week, up to three people per visit. They will be non-contact visits at first (the basic conjugal visits, a little room with plexiglass between you), but she's very quickly allowed contact visits! You'll need to preregister visits, but you can do that up to day of, as long as it's before visiting hours. Everyone has to be pre-approved to visit, though, under the pretense that it would be beneficial for her to see them. Please assume you've gone through this song and dance, we've (I've) researched enough about New York law. A guardian can help speed this process. Again, cough cough MEPHISTO.
She's also allowed phone calls, though!! She can call up to 21 minutes, and then there's a cooldown period. All calls are monitored. She usually tries to set these up beforehand.
Last but not least! No letters or gifts (besides prepackaged, store bought snacks) allowed in visits. BUT you can mail her things!
The following are not allowed in the mail:
- Food, baking and/or cooking ingredients
- Any kind of drugs
- Can-type containers with metal parts
- Metal, ceramic, or glass containers
- Aerosol type containers
- Guns, just- any guns
- WEAPONS AT ALL HONESTLY
......AND THAT'S ALL, thanks for reading the tl;dr or at least this bottom part. ]
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A whole group of people. Hers. For real this time.
It's what, with Anna's small nudge, sparks a more embarrassed smile. Riley chuckles in response, though it's nervous. ] Self-reflection... Yeah, I get it.
[ With a small tilt of her head: ] It's...kind of the same thing every day here...so, tell me about it. Life. I know, you already do, but— Hearing someone talk is so different from reading letters.
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When everything got-- you know-- well, my show's here now. So are my other Queens-- so there's a lot of practicing to do, a lot of prep work for our show. It's... a lot like things were back there-- [Where? Oh, there, the opera house--] -- but we get along in the end, even if there's a lot of teasing and sometimes frustration at each other. The girls are all very curious about my new friends, but I've kept them at bay so far. [... Or, at least, none of the other queens followed her here? Yet?]
And then, the penthouse is full of life too! TV is so exciting! There is this show--- Riley, there is this show. [Anna taps Riley's hand excitedly.] The couples! They get 90 whole days! And none of them dress up like Robin Hood!
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With a bewildered laugh: ] Are you— You are not watching trashy reality TV, are you? Ohhh, no...! [ But, she does sound amused. ] I thought at least Stephen would steer you a little better!
[ There’s a familiar fondness... She’d nag Cairo about her taste in television too. It feels normal. ]
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I miss the drama of court, sometimes. This fills it.
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She wonders, how the rest of them look at Stephen, but that would require too much conversation about the Opera House to ask. It's something she's just going to have to sit with. ]
If there's anything that would be a good stand-in, a bunch of childish, bickering men and women in an exploitative farce certainly would. [ At the moment, however, a little slice of normalcy is welcome, and normalcy, for Riley, is looking down on reality TV. ]