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[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]

SPAM!

Date: 2011-02-19 12:03 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] buywithme.livejournal.com
That's not what your file says. [And Prefect loves to believe things that are written down.]

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!]

SPAM!

Date: 2011-02-19 12:40 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sharpememory.livejournal.com
My file is wrong. [Cue arm crossing, because Barron is sometimes mature like that. He's not about to buy this file of your life business. He didn't have memories for someone to take to make a file like that, so it was impossible that the file existed. End of story.] And I don't think it's appropriate that you say that you're my warden. The Admiral hasn't said anything like that.

[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.]

SPAM!

Date: 2011-02-19 12:50 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] buywithme.livejournal.com
[...]

[.....]

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.]

SPAM! - lol flood kicking in.

Date: 2011-02-19 12:58 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sharpememory.livejournal.com
That's ridiculous. [Barron looked at the file in disgust. Stupid, strangely accurate file.] I've never had something like that happen to me. I'd realize what it was if I did.

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.]

SPAM! - YAY

Date: 2011-02-19 01:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] buywithme.livejournal.com
It says you leave yourself notes, Comrade. [Prefect pointed out.] And write in notebooks. Like the one you think has been stolen from you. [He lowered the empty glass. It was possible that he was getting ever so slightly drunk, now. Prefect couldn't be sure, but he felt like the floor beneath him had just taken a very faint lurch.]

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.]

SPAM! - :D

Date: 2011-02-19 01:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sharpememory.livejournal.com
I'm missing a manuscript. There's a difference. [He would have been angrier or possibly have even considering making Prefect change his mind, if he wasn't still distracted by Prefect himself. He liked Prefect. He sort of wanted to be Prefect's friend, which was strange, to say the least.]

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.

SPAM!

Date: 2011-02-19 01:34 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] buywithme.livejournal.com
So what's your manuscript about? [Prefect leaned across to re-fill Barron's glass. Pthh, enough to drink? As if such a thing existed.]

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.]

SPAM!

Date: 2011-02-19 01:43 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sharpememory.livejournal.com
It's a thriller. It's also not written in English. [Barron put that in before Prefect got a chance to ask if he could read it. That had ended up in a mess with that other person.]

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)
From: [identity profile] buywithme.livejournal.com
There's nothing in your file about you being bilingual...

[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.

SPAM!

Date: 2011-02-19 02:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sharpememory.livejournal.com
The file is wrong. [Barron said, nice a slowly. He put his tequila down. He'd had enough.] They might have even gotten the wrong person, who just happened to have the same name. That's possible, isn't it?

[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.

SPAM!

Date: 2011-02-19 02:44 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] buywithme.livejournal.com
[Prefect gave Barron a despairing look.] But Comrade... you talked about people in the file! About your brothers...

[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!

SPAM!

Date: 2011-02-19 02:51 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sharpememory.livejournal.com
Stranger things have happened in the world, haven't they? [Barron sat back in his chair and started fiddling with his glass again.]

[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?

SPAM!

Date: 2011-02-19 02:59 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] buywithme.livejournal.com
I guess that's true. [This is the Barge, that's definitely true.]

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!

SPAM!

Date: 2011-02-19 03:13 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sharpememory.livejournal.com
He's watching? [Have a pause while Barron looks around the bar as subtly as possible. He continued on in a much quieter tone of voice.] As in watching us now?

[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.]

SPAM!

Date: 2011-02-19 03:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] buywithme.livejournal.com
[Prefect nods, his expression perfectly blank.] Watching us constantly, Comrade. All the time.

[That could possibly be interpreted as being creepy, he supposed.]

SPAM!

Date: 2011-02-19 03:26 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sharpememory.livejournal.com
[Either Prefect was lying or there was something very, very wrong on this boat.] Right. With cameras or what?

[He hoped Prefect was lying, but there hadn't been any hint of uncertainty or humor in the other mans voice.]

Re: SPAM!

Date: 2011-02-19 03:39 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] buywithme.livejournal.com
[Prefect shrugged.] I think it's Cameras, but there's no way for most of us to know. Only a few people have ever encountered him in person.

SPAM!

Date: 2011-02-19 04:09 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sharpememory.livejournal.com
But he is here, in person? [Barron took another sip of his drink. He'd have to talk to this Admiral person as soon as possible.] But you're right, it's probably cameras. The modern kind which are hard to spot.

SPAM!

Date: 2011-02-19 04:41 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] buywithme.livejournal.com
[Prefect nodded.] He's definitely somewhere on the Barge, comrade. Sometimes he replies over the journals. [Not always, but sometimes! Questions about the Admiral probably weren't the best way for him to convince Barron that the Barge was real, Prefect decided, as he downed his new glass of Tequila.]

SPAM!

Date: 2011-02-19 06:02 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sharpememory.livejournal.com
The journals could be accessed remotely. [It didn't seem too unlikely to Barron. Barron watched as Prefect downed his next glass of tequila. He'd lost track of how many Prefect had drunk.] You like tequila, huh?

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