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To the 'Admiral' and 'wardens' of the barge. [Feel the sarcasm guys.] My warden, Prefect, is still affected by the flood. Since it's clearly not wearing off any time soon, can I have a new warden? Prefect's making me uncomfortable. It's just not working out.

[OOC: Since Barron changed Prefect's memory and it hasn't worn off yet, Prefect still thinks that they're dating. It was Barron who was affected by the flood. And sorry for the flist spam, guys. :c]

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Why are you being like this?

It's not you, Prefect. It's the flood.

It's not a flood! You know it's not a flood! We've had floods happen before and it didn't change us... I don't understand why this one has too.

I have no idea what you're talking about. [Oh, the awkward.] There's no us, Prefect. It's just something that the Admiral put in your head.

No! It wasn't... Floods aren't like this! When a flood ends, it ends!

You have to remember, the first time we met? Out on deck? Under the stars? Or... in your cabin? The thing with the hair driers?

[What thing with the hair driers? IDK YOU PUT THE MEMORIES THERE, YOU TELL ME!]

I don't know, ask the Admiral. He made this one happen. [Barron really, really wants to fix this now. ASAP.]

Yeah, yeah. I remember. The hair driers and the plants. It was great. [Pause.] Can we talk? In person?

I thought I made you uncomfortable?

That's what I want to talk about. Right now.

You are implying that I'm sexually harassing you!

What? No. I didn't say that. I just meant that it was making me uncomfortable emotionally.

Look, I think we really need to sort this out in person. Where are you?

In the pub. And you can't get in because you're not a warden, so there.

[Have a long pause.] Prefect, are you drinking tequila again?

No.

We finished the tequila.

That was the last bottle.

Now I'm drinking something else. It's blue.

Edited 2011-02-19 07:22 (UTC)

Or tequila moment was pretty special, yeah. [The whole bottle, though...]

Alright. You need to stop drinking the blue and come out of the pub. I have something green for you, if you want to see me. [Blatant lies.]

Did you ever love me?

Or were you just waiting for the first convenient flood to pawn me off on?

I have no idea how to answer that. [He really doesn't.]

I'm not pawning you off, Prefect. I just- [Time to lie!] I think you deserve someone better. I am an inmate.

I was an inmate for years, and you think that's a good excuse to just... throw this away? You think you can just pretend it was a flood?

I love you!

I'm not pretending Prefect, I know it is a flood. I really do. I'm not throwing away anything, since it didn't exist before.

Your love isn't real. It's just the flood, Prefect. Just the flood.

Three months! It's been three months, and it hasn't been like... three months of living on a space station, or three months of thinking that I'm a Leopard, it's just been three months, on the Barge, with you.

That's not how floods work, Comrade!

[You're backing him into a corner, Prefect.] I know. I'm sure they meant a lot to you. But you need to talk to me. Either talk to me or-

[Barron can't believe that he's saying this, but those hair driers were really embarrassing.] Talk to me or read my file again. Your call, Prefect.

...Read your file again?

[RUSTLE RUSTLE. WHAT.]

[WHAAAAAT.]

All right, Comrade. I think you need to... to tell me what's actually been going on between us for the last three months?

I don't know. You've got the file. You tell me. [Endless maturity.]

It only tells me what you did before you got here! And why did you make me think I was in love with you?

[Pause.]

Comrade... we didn't....

We didn't actually... nothing happened, right?

The flood, of course. [Honesty, for once.]

No, of course not. [At least he doesn't remember anything like that happening.]

The flood? You mean, the one that just happened?

[Brb, backreading the journals.]

You've been here for less that a week? Comrade that is... you are incredible!

[Not a compliment. He's pissed :c]

[Awkward for everyone. And so taking that the wrong way.]

Sure I am. But I'm pretty sure that I'm not going to be doing anything like that again.

[Fake sad.] You do seem pretty hurt by it.

No, Comrade, you definitely won't be doing anything like that again!

[Rarr! Not that he'll... do anything to enforce that, of course.]

I'm not hurt I'm... [Pause] Well, I am hurt, but only because I thought I was in love with you. If I set aside my love for you, I'm just really incredibly angry!

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I know that I won't be. I can give you my word. [Which is literally worth nothing.]

I can get rid of that for you. Get rid of the memories. It doesn't count, because I'd be doing the right thing. And you don't want to be stuck with them forever, do you?

All right. Thank you.

[Erk, does he want to get rid of the residual feelings of adoration, he's got for Barron? YES. Does he trust Barron not to erase this conversation and whatever else he doesn't like while he's in there? No.]

No thank you, Comrade. I'll just... I'll wait for my next death toll.

[Prefect's suspicion is entirely justified. And accurate.]

Death toll? What's that supposed to be?

Comrade, what have you done to him?

Floods don't work like that.

I haven't done anything to him. It's the Admiral.

They might work like that. You never know, do you?

I've been here long enough to observe. They don't, comrade.

You've made a mistake. What are you, some kind of flood scientist?

No, just observant, comrade. You ought to try it some time.

I'm more observant than you can possibly know.

Oh, really, comrade? You clearly don't know me.

I know you more than you think I do. [Blatant lies.]

You're not the Party, comrade.

Last time I checked, no. What's the Party?

I thought you knew all about me, comrade.

There's more to you than a Party. Whatever it is. [Nice save.]

Oh, comrade. Anyone else, that'd be true. Never mind.

What, so after all that drama you're just not going to tell me?

No, comrade, I'm not.

Fine then. I'm not going to ask twice.

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BAWWWWWW

Poor Prefect.

WHY YOU GOTTA BREAK HIS HEART, BARRON?

CRUSH IT. LIKE A GRAPE. :c

Re: CRUSH IT. LIKE A GRAPE. :c

[Private] - FILTERED SO HARD.

[Private] - Did you prepare for the possibility that your warden is a difficult, touchy bitch?

[Private] - He certainly did not. c:

[Private] - lolololol sorry bro.

[Private] - oh, Prefect. <33

[Private] - HE'S SO MATURE.

[Private] - BEST WARDEN EVER.

[Private] - AREN'T YOU GLAD YOU WERE PAIRED WITH THIS GENIUS

[Private] - BEST WARDEN EVER.

[Private] - I PROMISE HE WILL COOPERATE SOON :c

[Private] - FOLLOW THE LOL DRAGON.

[Private] - LONG MAY IT FLY...

[Private] - ON RAINBOW WINGS

[Private] - ON RAINBOW WINGS

[Private] - WITH A BODY OF SPARKLES.

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ask prefect. o'brien's a dick. XP

I love it. <3