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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 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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Date: 2011-02-19 12:50 am (UTC)[.....]
Is it possible that your file isn't wrong, but you don't remember all of it correctly? Because it says here... [Prefect reaches over and ruffles to the correct page] ...that sometimes that happens to you, Comrade. [Lifting his glass, Prefect took another swig of the Tequila.] And actually, he did say that. Yesterday, he made the announcement! That's why I have your file!
[Another point at the file, and Prefect tipped back his tequila again, finishing the glass.]
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Date: 2011-02-19 12:58 am (UTC)And maybe that announcement was wrong. [Barron was about to say more, but hey. Prefect was drinking that tequila and that was suddenly fascinating for a moment. Which was strange, to say the least.]
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Date: 2011-02-19 01:06 am (UTC)What do you mean, maybe the announcement was wrong? The Admiral can't be wrong about something that he chooses! That's like, me saying "Here, I would like to pour you another glass of tequila!" and you saying "No you wouldn't like to do that at all. You are wrong!"
[Prefect may have been rambling. He should pour them both fresh glasses of tequila.]
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Date: 2011-02-19 01:19 am (UTC)He must have made a mistake of fact. [Barron finished off his glass. He'd probably had enough to drink.] He can't know everything. He's only human.
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Date: 2011-02-19 01:34 am (UTC)You mean... about your file? Or about me being your warden?
[Prefect asked. This argument was confusing, and he wasn't entirely sure that there was anything but time and experience that would change Barron's mind, but it seemed like too deliberate a state of negligence to just... not bother arguing his points at all. He gave a little snort of disbelief at The Admiral being called 'only human', Prefect wasn't sure he agreed with that estimation at all.]
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Date: 2011-02-19 01:43 am (UTC)Both! [Barron was getting exasperated.] None of it is true. If anything, I should be a warden. Given that the file is wrong and I've done nothing like that in my life, I should be the one helping people.
[And taking their stuff. Barron also didn't particularly want another drink, but since Prefect had already filled it Barron took another sip. Mainly because he didn't want to look like a light weight in front of Prefect.]
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Date: 2011-02-19 02:03 am (UTC)[ADHERE TO THE FILE, BARRON! It's the only way Prefect can comprehend you as a person :c
Prefect sighed, and leaned across to flick a couple of more pages over in the file, before glancing back up at his new inmate.]
Well... Comrade, I'm sorry that I don't believe you, but... everyone who's come here before you did what their file said they did. Including people who were my friends, and including me. So... I think you might have as well.
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Date: 2011-02-19 02:18 am (UTC)[Barron had put on his best pleading voice and even touched Prefect's arm. If it wasn't for the glove and sleeve between them, the whole problem could have been solved. It was still an option for the future. For the moment though, he put as much sincerity into his voice as possible.] You have to believe me. I do not belong here.
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Date: 2011-02-19 02:44 am (UTC)[But... you were supposed to trust your inmate, weren't you? Only maybe not when they were being this blatant about the fact that they were lying.] But Comrade, if you're a good person, then you won't be here for long! You'll graduate in just a few days! If not less!
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Date: 2011-02-19 02:51 am (UTC)[Barron considered what Prefect proposed. It didn't really sound that bad.] So if I don't do anything wrong and show myself to be a sufficiently good member of society, I can go home in a few days?
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Date: 2011-02-19 02:59 am (UTC)I think... that's not exactly how it works, but the Admiral has like, a way of measuring what kind of a person you are, so, he's watching, and if you're a good person, and you don't need to be here, then you graduate! So if you shouldn't be here! It'll be obvious very soon!
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Date: 2011-02-19 03:13 am (UTC)[That was a terrifying thought. If Barron was here to do a con on the Admiral, he'd almost certainly given up his cover in the last twenty four hours.]
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Date: 2011-02-19 03:22 am (UTC)[That could possibly be interpreted as being creepy, he supposed.]
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Date: 2011-02-19 03:26 am (UTC)[He hoped Prefect was lying, but there hadn't been any hint of uncertainty or humor in the other mans voice.]
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