"Okay!"

She settles in to wait, thinking idly about what kind of prison cell she'd like to build. At the bottom of the ocean. Hmmmmm. Maybe with different sections? And a little garden?

Sam heads off! And a minute passes.

The inside of the little blackstone building is just a nether portal and a button.

In she goes! She presses the button.

"Are you ready to come through?"

“Yep!”

"Alright. Walk through the portal and let me know when you've gone through."

Into the portal she goes!

“I’m through,” she says, when she is.

Then she will be in a room that is almost identical except for lacking a button or an entrance. "You can go back."

Back she goes! This is a little absurd since she can teleport, but okay sure.

Then she will be in a different room! Sam's standing behind a desk. "Welcome to the prison. Before we go any further, you're going to need to come up here and read this book on the lectern. I need you to read it out loud to me so I know you actually read it."

"Sure thing."

To the book! For reading purposes!

"I HEREBY ASSUME ALL OF THE RISKS OF VISITING THE HOLDING CELL," she says in a dramatic voice, because it's written in all caps. Then, because the rest isn't, she resumes her normal voice. "including by way of example and not limitation, any risks that may arise from negligence or carelessness on the part of the Prison guards, prisoners misbehaving, from dangerous or defective equipment or property owned, maintained or controlled by the Prison Guards.

"I certify that I waive, release, and discharge the Prison from any and all liability, including but not limited to, death, disability, personal injury, property damage, property theft, or actions of any kind which may hereafter occur to me, including my traveling to and from visting—that should be visiting—the Prisoner.

"And then I write in my name and sign, and Sam, I'm going to be honest, while I'm on board with all of this on account of how I am bullshit, I do think the language written herein is super sketchy. I guess it might not be an issue much longer, but still. There's probably a friendlier way to legalese essentially this same content but without making it quite so 'The guards might leave you to die in there.'"

She writes her name! And then signs and gives the book back. It's fairly obvious how to do this, there's a little game mechanic system for it and everything.

"It's important that people know what they're getting into.

Let's put you in locker one. Go ahead and walk down there" --gesture at a hallway-- "put all your items in that double chest down there and press the button to get the locker key. You're going to want to put the locker key in your ender chest."

"I don't disagree, I'd just also want to help you draft a less alarming safety waiver. If it weren't maybe about to become a moot point." To locker one! She has.... one pair of boots. And nothing else.

"Hey, so, can I just skip the locker and put my stuff in the ender chest instead?" she asks, because this all seems very silly for a single pair of boots. "Because I haven't seen any reason to pick up any items aside from the speed boots you helped me get. So. I can go through this whole fancy thing if you want, it just seems a bit silly."

"You can put your items in your ender chest. The important thing is that you are not allowed to bring any items with you into the prison."

"I am ahead of the game," she says in a perfect deadpan, and puts her (invisible) boots into the ender chest. Oh, that's neat, she wants to figure out how that works. ... Hm, could she open her ender chest from anywhere? Probably! She should probably not try to figure that out right now, though, she's supposed to be following these prison rules that are admittedly very silly when one is as bullshit as she is. "Done! I assume there's a way to verify this instead of going with the honor system?"

"It will be verified soon, yes. Before we enter the prison, I have to ask you a few questions. When is the last time you visited the prison?"

"Never, this will be my first time."

"Okay. Where is your place of residence currently located?"

"I don't really have one yet, but I plan to build it in the bottom of the ocean somewhere around," and she rattles off the coordinates of a particularly picturesque bit of the bottom of the particular ocean she'd been pouting in.

"Thank you. Do you believe the prisoner is deserving of being locked up?"

Wow that's a tricky question to answer.

"... I don't know the guy, so I feel like any opinion I offered would be more of an educated guess instead of something properly concrete. On principle, sort of? It seems like most people on the server are agreed that he's bad news and he'd both be a danger to everyone else and be in danger if he were out. While I could countermand that on account of how I am bullshit, I don't particularly think that aligns with my chosen goals. I'm much more inclined to let the server as a whole decide who it does and doesn't want to participate in the overall community and interfere only to assure that no one is being tortured in the afterlife and he's being treated reasonably well while being shunned from society for his actions."

"Okay. What is your prior relationship with the prisoner?"

"I have figured out how to and then proceeded to resurrect the dead, whereas before he was the only one who had this knowledge. This being the only thing keeping him from being killed, I'd like to intercede to give him a more humane shunned from society solution. And I guess also get to know him as a person, but I seriously doubt I'm going to like him very much."

"Okay. Are you willing to submit to any and all physical searches?"

"I don't know how they would work, so I would like you to please explain what would be involved before I properly agree, but I am willing on principle."