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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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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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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.

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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.

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[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!

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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?

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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!

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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.]

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[Prefect nods, his expression perfectly blank.] Watching us constantly, Comrade. All the time.

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

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[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.]

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[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.

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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.

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[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.]

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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?