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Feb. 15th, 2011 08:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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]
[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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Date: 2011-02-16 09:16 am (UTC)SPAM!
Date: 2011-02-16 09:22 am (UTC)a) There's no need to feel guilty, since his inmate is clearly a terrible person.
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b) Barron probably won't even remember!
From Prefect's perspective, this is a win/win scenario!]
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Date: 2011-02-16 09:25 am (UTC)[And hey, there's only one random guy hanging around on the deck. Time to approach him!] Hey, you're the Prefect, right?
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Date: 2011-02-16 09:31 am (UTC)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.]
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Date: 2011-02-16 09:38 am (UTC)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?
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Date: 2011-02-16 09:44 am (UTC)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.]
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Date: 2011-02-16 09:51 am (UTC)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.]
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Date: 2011-02-16 09:56 am (UTC)[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!
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Date: 2011-02-16 10:17 am (UTC)[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?
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Date: 2011-02-16 10:23 am (UTC)[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.
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Date: 2011-02-16 10:37 am (UTC)[Barron walked through the door before turning to look back at Prefect, smiling.] That's the problem though. This 'life of crime'? It doesn't exist. Frankly, I'm an excellent person. You've just been tragically misinformed.
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Date: 2011-02-16 10:47 am (UTC)[Handing it over, he headed to the bar and reached across it to snatch the nearest bottle from behind it. Tequila? Did he like tequila? Did it matter? Setting it on the bartop, he set about rooting over the counter for two glasses.] Comrade, I know that you're not going to believe me, but I've been here for about three years, and that isn't how it works.
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Date: 2011-02-16 10:51 am (UTC)I didn't do this. [Barron walked over to the bar and put the file down.] I don't know where this information comes from. But I swear to you that I haven't done any of these things.
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Date: 2011-02-16 10:58 am (UTC)[He took a sip of his tequila, before gesturing to the file in his inmates hands.] Flick to the last page, it'll tell you how you died.
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Date: 2011-02-16 11:15 am (UTC)[Barron didn't elaborate on that rather dramatic statement, but did turn to the last page of the file. He started reading just how he'd been jumped by one of Zacharov's goons and just how he'd had his throat cut. He drank the rest of his tequila.]
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Date: 2011-02-16 11:19 am (UTC)[He polished off his own tequila, before reaching for the tequila and topping them both up.]
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Date: 2011-02-16 11:23 am (UTC)No way. I'm not buying any afterlife business. Someone made the end of that up. [Barron said, pointing at the file.] I'm still here. So it's wrong.
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Date: 2011-02-16 11:30 am (UTC)Well, yes, but Comrade, that's assuming that 'here' really is a... pretend... game... boat. But it's not, Comrade, it's the afterlife, so your being here actually means that it's more likely to be correct.
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Date: 2011-02-16 11:45 am (UTC)Yeah, but somehow I don't think me being dead is any more likely. [Sips at his drink.] How can you be sure? Where did you come from?
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Date: 2011-02-16 11:51 am (UTC)I don't know, Comrade. You have killed a lot of people, I don't think it's that unlikely for it to have happened to you. [He takes another, long drink of his tequila, before screwing up his face, and pondering the question.] I come from The Factory. It's like... Comrade, if you imagine the largest shopping center you can, and then imagine that it ruled over the entire world, and everyone's life was devoted entirely towards serving and maintaining it? That's what The Factory's like, and that's where I came from.
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Date: 2011-02-16 12:15 pm (UTC)I've never heard of any country like that. [Barron took another sip of his drink. Prefect had definitely been seriously worked.] So, do you know who runs this place? The boss-man who we should all be answering to?
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Date: 2011-02-16 12:24 pm (UTC)[Prefect corrected himself, then gave a short nod, in response to the comment about the Factory.] I know you haven't, Comrade. No one here has. When I lived there, we were taught that there was nothing outside of the Factory, that it encompassed the entire world. Then I arrived here, and no one had any idea what I was talking about.
[Prefect took another swig of his Tequila, polishing off the glass he'd been drinking.] Technically The Admiral is in charge, but it's hard to say whether he's really paying that much attention, or whether what happens here is ever deliberate. There never seems to be much underlying reason to what he does.
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Date: 2011-02-18 11:37 pm (UTC)[Barron swirled his drink around in his glass, giving Prefect a slightly bemused look.] But if no one else knows about it, doesn't that make you wonder if it really happened?
[Whoops, time for change of subject! Barron doesn't want to give away his state memory secrets.] Uh huh. So we can just do whatever we want as long as it doesn't bother the captain?
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Date: 2011-02-19 12:03 am (UTC)When I first got here... [He was so horribly brainwashed that the idea that his MAGICAL FACTORY PARTY didn't exist was so impossible to conceive of that it didn't even cross his mind.] Well, my warden had a file of my life, just like I have one of yours. Besides, if my memories weren't correct, then I wouldn't have had a reason to be here.
[Prefect pauses at the question, then gives a slight nod.] Don't hurt anyone, don't steal anything, don't rewrite anyone's memories, and... try to resist the tempation to lie to people, if you can, Comrade. Other than that, you can do whatever you want. [He tips back his tequila, before moving automatically to fill his glass again. Why hadn't he known if he liked tequila or not? Of course he liked tequila!]
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Date: 2011-02-19 12:40 am (UTC)[Except for that murder mystery dinner thing, right? Barron's choosing to ignore that! Especially considering that Prefect told him not to do what was basically a collection of Barron's favorite hobbies.] I don't do any of those things, so that shouldn't be a problem.
[Huh, Prefect seems to be drinking a lot. OH WELL, not Barron's problem.]
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