[29] - [Voice]

[sharpememory]

To whatever jackass who stole Prefect's communicator, fuck you. Stealing stuff from a dead guy is really, really classy. [Barron's assuming that that's what went down with the communicator. Also, that the person who did it was probably the killer.] I hope you found being a tool satisfying. You probably didn't even realize that basically everything I said was in jokes between me and Prefect.

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[Through Prefect's communicator.]

[insolubleriddle]

So you won't mind if I mention...

THE BED THING.

[Public: Barron/"Prefect"]

[sharpememory]

You have to be fucking kidding me. Wardens. Can you not trace this shit?

Also, I have no idea what you're talking about. There was no bed thing.

[Public]

[truth_is_cold]

Unfortunately not. The wiring in the communicators consists of ridiculous materials that one couldn't even fathom as actual components.

But that said, it's even less likely that Prefect would be involved in a "bed thing" than it is for a communications system to operate on marbles. There are only to certain lengths my suspension of disbelief will extend.

[Public]

[sharpememory]

Come on, there are aliens and shit around here. Can't they use their alien magic or whatever?

And just... yeah. Ignore everything that the person with his communicator says. None of it is true.

[nakesnakecobracobra]

It sounds as though I'm not the only one who's bored.

[sharpememory]

It doesn't give them a right to be a dick about it.

[nakesnakecobracobra]

Do they need it to? It seems to me that people around here can do whatever they like for no reason.

[sharpememory]

Only if their wardens don't do anything about it.

[nakesnakecobracobra]

But then Wardens can do anything at all, so long as they don't cause a fuss.

[sharpememory]

I know, power crazy wardens and all that. I just really want to find out who the tool is that did this.

[nakesnakecobracobra]

Someone with a morbid sense of humor, I'm sure. But then that's hardly uncommon around here, is it?

[sharpememory]

Yeah, it's really not. I shouldn't take it so personally, I guess.

[nakesnakecobracobra]

Probably not, if you don't want to seem like a sniveling little child.

[sharpememory]

Wow. Thank you for your supportive words.

[nakesnakecobracobra]

Whatever I can do to help.

[sharpememory]

It's appreciated. Really.

[ Private : Voice ]

[surfaceshine]

Dude, simmer down. Are you alright?

[ Private : Voice ]

[sharpememory]

Dude, come on. This is so uncool. Haven't you ever spoken about private shit over the journals?

[ Private : Voice ]

[surfaceshine]

I didn't say it wasn't uncool, I said simmer down. Are you alright?

[ Private : Voice ]

[sharpememory]

Yeah, I'm fine. Just pissed off. Someone killed Prefect and then decided to dick around with his communicator.

[ Private : Voice ]

[surfaceshine]

Yeah, I get that, believe me. You got any idea who it might have been?

[ Private : Voice ]

[sharpememory]

Nah. Prefect said that it was someone new, but I've got no way of working out who.

[ Private : Voice ]

[surfaceshine]

No, I know who killed him [Tra la la] I meant who took the communicator.

They talked to you. They must've said something if they talked to you.

[ Private : Voice ]

[sharpememory]

What? Who? Who was it? Just give me a name.

They were pretending to be Prefect. It was pretty weird, man. They just wanted to talk about who I'd dated and stuff like that.

[ Private : Voice ]

[surfaceshine]

I don't have a name - I just helped clean up afterwards. [More tra la la moving on because Barron seems the type to get into trouble, maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but eventually; that's Prefect's lookout, not Dean's.]

Okay so either there's a twelve year old girl on board that I managed to miss, or someone's yanking your chain. Look over the communications again and see if anything sticks out, now that you know it wasn't Prefect.

[Speaking of which, Dean should probably totally meet Prefect sometime. Put that on the To Do list. Cough.]

[ Private : Voice ]

[sharpememory]

Do you at least know what he looks like? [Pause.] And how Prefect died?

Alright. I looked through it again. He was talking about giving me a weapon at first, then he got into all the 'professional relationship' stuff. It's really creepy in hindsight.

[ Private : Voice ]

[surfaceshine]

I was just there for the cleanup.

Okay, so, does that ring any bells? Anyone you might've talked to about getting a weapon, anyone who might've asked you about getting one?

I don't care, mind you, I just want to find the douche too.

[ Private : Voice ]

[sharpememory]

Alright, alright.

Nah, it really doesn't. I've never really been the type to keep an eye out for a weapon, because fighting people in close quarters isn't really my thing. So I don't know, they might have been gunning towards me agreeing to have a meeting with them? Like as a trap or something?

[ Private : Voice ]

[surfaceshine]

Got anyone with a thing for you that might try something like that?

Or maybe someone looking to hurt Prefect but too much of a shitstain to do it outright?

[ Private : Voice ]

[sharpememory]

I'd suggest Dawsey, but I don't think that he's smart enough to try something like that. Apart from that, I don't know. I'll have a think about it. For both people who might want to hurt me or Prefect.

[Aka have a read through his journals and the logs on his communicator.]

[ Private : Voice ]

[surfaceshine]

I'm working on it from my end, but I really don't expect much'll turn up. Get back to me if you think of something, or if anything else happens, okay?

...And if you need anything while Prefect's down...

[ Private : Voice ]

[sharpememory]

I will. With any luck, I'll find something out.

Yeah, I'll give you a call. Thanks, man. It really means a lot to me.

[ Private : Voice ]

[surfaceshine]

Well don't go all gooey on me. You're just the only asshole I can get to play pool with me around here.

[ Private : Voice ]

[sharpememory]

Yeah, maybe one day I'll even manage to beat you at it as well.

[ Private : Voice ]

[surfaceshine]

Whoa, whoa, let's not start with the crazy talk now.

[ Private : Voice ]

[sharpememory]

It'll happen. I may have to get you drunk to do it, but it'll happen.

[ Private : Voice ]

[surfaceshine]

Yeah that's not gonna happen either. To get me drunk, you're gonna have to not drink two beers to my one.

[ Private : Voice ]

[sharpememory]

I can't help that, man. It's just how I roll.

[ Private : Voice ]

[surfaceshine]

And that's why you will never, ever beat me at pool.

Unless there's a flood where I have no arms anyway.

[ Private : Voice ]

[sharpememory]

Dude, don't even joke about that. It might happen.

[ Private : Voice ]

[surfaceshine]

That would be a pretty shitty flood. Everyone would be stuck in whatever room they started in 'cause no one can turn the knobs.

[ Private : Voice ]

[sharpememory]

I shouldn't laugh, but I did.

[ Private : Voice ]

[surfaceshine]

That's the spirit. Laugh at trauma. It does a body good.

[ Private : Voice ]

[sharpememory]

Sometimes it's all you can do on the barge.

NOT HERE

[demigoddess]

[ Cassie swears she recognizes this man's voice, but the differences in tone and speech are so vast there's no way she can be sure.

Oh well. At the very least, she still thinks about Mysterio from time to time. ]

One day Mysterio will be back. When a flood/port comes around. ;-;

[sharpememory]