[42] - [Voice]

[sharpememory]

I want the pool table back. How could the Admiral take the only thing around here that's even vaguely interesting? What are we supposed to do now, play cards?

[Private - Dean]
Fix this. [It's serious business. :I]

[A delayed response because... Barron tends to ignore Admiral announcements?]

Comments

[patheticvillain]

You should definitely play cards. I'd bet on you.

[sharpememory]

Yeah, you should.

[Private]

Alright, I'll do this memory deal. Complete with supporting evidence from the journal network, if you like.

[patheticvillain]

I know I should. You're a shark.

[private]

Cool. Just for the record, I know what your journals look like and how they're paced and how your handwriting changes from day to day? So.

[Don't try anything weird.]

[Private]

[sharpememory]

Uh huh. I'm sure you do, but for the record? I wouldn't bother. The journal system they have here makes it way too easy for things to be checked.

When do you want to do this? I'm assuming your schedule isn't exactly packed.

[Private]

[patheticvillain]

Sure, I'm going to take your word on that.

Soon. Very soon. I would go so far as to say maybe now.

[Private]

[sharpememory]

Fine, whatever. I'll get you a copy.

[Congratulations, Cassel. You get a journal from November 2012. For the most part, it's an extremely boring recollection of life on the barge with the occasional ramble about Prefect's motivation and the perturbing fact that he might come from a robot factory. There's a page towards the end, aptly titled 'PEOPLE WHO MAY TRY TO KILL YOU ON SIGHT' with the names 'Dawsey' and 'Arthas' written underneath it - with no other explanation. There's also a map of the barge scrawled towards the end.]

later. post-it slipped under barron's door.

[patheticvillain]

good job pissing people off badly enough to make them literally want to kill me for no reason, you're a champion

also thanks

accurate post-it is accurate.

[sharpememory]

[ Private : Video on Dean's side ]

[surfaceshine]

[FROM THE MANCAVE.]

Dude, did you just wake up from a bender or what?

[ Private : Video ]

[sharpememory]

[And Barron switches to video too. He does look a bit worse for wear.]

If you mean an emotional bender, then yes. Yes, I did. How could the Admiral do this to us?

[ Private : Video ]

[surfaceshine]

[...squint.]

See paragraph four, subsection c, hidden under the doodle of a lightning bug humping a UFO: The Admiral's a dick.

You good?

[ Private : Video ]

[sharpememory]

We need a replacement. I'm dying of boredom here. And I think I was actually getting better at it, you know?

[He wasn't.]

[ Private : Video ]

[surfaceshine]

Yeeeeeeeah... [Hey look, Dean didn't crush his hopes and dreams!]

There's always the library. I mean don't you re-... [Okay he can't even get that one out with a straight face.] Doyle's still got cards. Poker?

[ Private : Video ]

[sharpememory]

Yeah, poker I can deal with. And the library isn't really my sort of place, everyone who goes there is a huge downer.

[ Private : Video ]

[surfaceshine]

We're meeting tonight after dinner in the third level common area. Pop on by.

Maybe we should start holding the games in the library.

[bodilesswarrior]

[Dry as dust.] No, he clearly wants us to crack out the Candyland.

[sharpememory]

I hate Candyland. I can never remember the rules.

[strangehistorian]

You could read!

Barron is painfully surprised by this. :c

[sharpememory]

Read? Like, in the library?

lol

[strangehistorian]

Yes.