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[sharpememory]

[Sounding slightly amused, but still stern.] Dear patrons. I'm disappointed to say that a certain item has gone missing from one of our passengers. If you've seen a stray notebook containing yellow legal paper, I firmly suggest that you return it to the library. No questions asked, of course.

[And on to pleasant voice.] And for the rest of you, please enjoy your day.

[People-With-Gloves Filter. If you've been wearing gloves lately, you're included.]

It appears that someone has removed this notebook from my room. It's a manuscript for a novel I'm writing and I'd be very upset to lose it. It would mean a lot to me if it was returned before our next staff meeting.

[OOC: What's going on here: Barron's assumed that he's on some kind of hippy cruise, filled with the bizarre kind of people who don't wear gloves. Which in his universe is the equivalent of being half naked. So he's assumed that he's working here while trying to scam someone out of something and has forgotten a huge chunk of information after using his power. He also thinks that everyone he's seen wearing gloves is a normal person catering to the rest of you strange nudists (so cruise staff members). Finally, Barron thinks that he's lost the notebook where he wrote how he got here and is on a mission to find it. And sorry for the info dump, guys. :c]

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Who wears gloves in February?

[Did he read something about people wearing gloves recently? Something important maybe? Like an inmate file? NAH PROBABLY NOT.]

Anyway, Comrade, this isn't a cruise, it's a prison ship. I'm guessing you're new on board?

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I don't know, everyone maybe?

No, I've been here a while. And yeah, I heard about the prison ship thing. All just part of this no gloves roleplay thing, isn't it?

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Do you come from somewhere especially cold?

Are you sure? Because I have been here for a while, and I don't think we've ever met.

[Pause]

Wait, no gloves... roleplay? What are you talking about?

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[Have a long moment of boggling, Prefect.]

You've been worked, I think. You should talk to a doctor.

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Worked?

[WAIT. GLOVES. WORKED. PUT THE PIECES TOGETHER, PREFECT!]

Oh! Comrade! Uh, is your name by any chance...

[Shuffle, shuffle, rustling of paper:]

...Barron Sharpe?

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[PREFECT: BEST WARDEN EVER.]

Yeah, that's me. And you are...?

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I'm Prefect. Welcome to the Barge, Comrade! You are here because you recently died, and you committed...

[Rustle rustle, la la la, this is a pretty good file I'm enjoying here.]

Many crimes, of a wide variety back on your own world! Here, together, you and I will work towards redeeming you of your past actions, addressing the reasons why you felt compelled to be evil, and looking at how you could live your life without being evil in the future!

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[WHAT IS THIS. So confused.]

Is this supposed to be some kind of joke? Did Philip put you up to this? Or Zacharov?

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No, Comrade, it's not a joke. You are an inmate here, and I have been assigned as your warden, which means I possess a file containing many details about your life, and am responsible for your well being and moral rehabilitation!

Neither Philip nor Zacharov are here, Brother, nor have I ever met either of them.

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Look, seriously. This is starting to lose its charm. I really am not interested in playing whatever game you people are running.

And can I have this 'file' back? Taking my stuff is not a good thing to do. [He thinks that this file is his journal.]

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Comrade, it really isn't a game, you aren't experiencing symptoms of memory loss at present. You are dead. You have been extinguished by Zacharov, and now you are on the Barge.

If this were a game, it would be one based around the single least attractive scenario someone could possibly concoct, and no one would willingly participate in it.

[Pause.]

However, if you wish to see your file and verify that it doesn't fit the description of your notebook, then I can accommodate you?

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That's ridiculous. I've never had memory loss before in my life and Zacharov and I happen to be on great terms. I saved his daughter, you know.

[Have a pause.] Yeah, we should do that. I want to see this 'file'. [He's starting to think you're working for the government, Prefect.]

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You got your brother to turn his daughter into a cat! The fact that she was eventually turned back regardless of your efforts probably didn't endear him to you, Comrade!

All right, Comrade, would you like me to come to your cabin? Or you could come to mine? Or we could meet somewhere neutral, like... the pub?

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That's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard. Everyone knows that there aren't any transformation workers in America. [OH GOD, WHAT DID CASSEL TELL HIM. D:]

We should meet in the bar. I've got a feeling that I'm going to need a drink. Or three.

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All right, Comrade. If you meet me on deck, I can let you through to the bar?

I'll see you in a few minute.

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Sure. I'll see you there.

SPAM!

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[And sure enough, within a few minutes Prefect is hovering around on deck, waiting for Barron to show up. Strangely he actually feels more confident with this inmate than he did with Sonmi. At least with Barron, if he is terrible at his job:

a) There's no need to feel guilty, since his inmate is clearly a terrible person.

And

b) Barron probably won't even remember!

From Prefect's perspective, this is a win/win scenario!]

SPAM!

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[And hey, here's Barron rocking up about ten minutes late. Mainly because the barge is lacking in maps. Not to mention that he wouldn't have picked a bar being up on the top of a barge. And the whole 'space sky' thing is creeping him out.]

[And hey, there's only one random guy hanging around on the deck. Time to approach him!] Hey, you're the Prefect, right?

SPAM!

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[Oh! The Prefect! Until that moment he'd never noticed how much he'd missed people using his title as a title, instead of just as a name. Hearing it from Barron brightened Prefect's day, and he repaid his inmate with a well trained and reassuring grin!]

I am! It's good to meet you, Barron!

[He offers a handshake, then thinks better of it, quickly withdraws his hand, and gives a friendly wave instead.]

Ah, the bar is just through here!

[He gestures to the door, leading into the wardens area, and unhooks the clunky, 70's police radio from his belt, to unlock it.]

SPAM!

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[Barron was finding Prefect more than a little bit disturbing. It was probably all the smiling. And oh, the disappointment that Prefect doesn't want to shake hands. It also convinces Barron that Prefect knows that he's a worker. Which was, of course, a Very Bad Thing.]

I know where the bar is. [And hold on, what's with that radio? Have some staring at it, Prefect. But what the hey, being civil never hurt.] Nice radio. Where did you find it?

SPAM!

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[Prefect was feeling too polite to be difficult about the fact that Barron couldn't have known where the bar was at that point, besides, he was more or less impartial to being lied too. For the time being it was a victimless crime.

As the lock clicked open, Prefect pushed the door open and held it for Barron to pass through.]

What, this? [He hefted the radio slightly.] I sort of... inherited it, when my warden left, back when I first graduated.

[That sounded impressive. Like he'd been doing this for years rather than a couple of months.]

SPAM!

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[Barron walked through the door, taking note of the fact that it looked like it had a lock. That was strange, to say the least. If the cruise limited access to it they'd be cutting themselves out of a lot of profits. Then again, that was hardly the strangest thing he's seen that day.]

Your warden must have been ancient. [Because on closer inspection, that radio was huge compared to anything more modern. Barron took a seat at the bar immediately. It had been a long day.] So you used to play an inmate before you played a warden?

[Oh, Barron was getting a fair idea of how their game worked. It didn't seem that complicated.]

SPAM!

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[Prefect nodded, following Barron through into the Wardens area.] Yes, Comrade, he was from the seventies.

[He clipped the radio onto his belt, and frowned at Barron.] And Comrade, I don't know how many times I have to tell you, this isn't a game! I was an inmate, and then I graduated and it was real!

SPAM!

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[Barron just shrugged, and gave Prefect a large grin.] I'm sure that it's completely and utterly real. To you.

[Memory working was a funny thing. No matter how bizarre the memory, people were so keen to believe it. As if everything in their heads wasn't up for grabs. But if he was here, he may as well get in on the game.] So how do I 'graduate', exactly?

SPAM!

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[Prefect sighed woefully.] Comrade, just try to bear in mind that if someone threatens to kill you, they probably aren't just struggling to remain in character?

[Finally coming to the door of the bar, Prefect stepped aside to let Barron through ahead of him once more.] You graduate by surrendering your life of crime and becoming a good person. It's usually not very easy, and the success ratio is really extremely low.