Barron Sharpe

This wouldn't be happening if you all wore gloves. [And Barron holds up his leather-gloved hands. Annoyingly, he actually looks to be in good health.]

I mean, come on, people. This is why personal hygiene and not being naked are a thing, you know?

[Where Barron comes from, gloves are just as critical as pants. Why are none of you wearing pants. :I]

[Private - Cassel]

Stay in your cabin, seriously. This shit always gets nasty fast. [Barron kind of thinks that you can't handle this. Sorry, Cassel.] And don't turn into anything with tentacles, people may think that you're a crazy doctor guy.

[Barron sounds like death warmed up. This was intended to be private to Prefect, but due to the flood's affects he couldn't be bothered with it.]

You know what's amazing, comrade? When you reckon that the human body would have a limit to how much vomit it can chuck up. Pro tip? There isn't one. I must have hurled at least a dozen times today.

[A pause, because that lie is not helping Barron feel better right now.]

I think I'm gonna keep drinking until it goes away.

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.

I just thought that I should mention that I'm straight. Just so everyone knows.

[Private - Prefect]

I guess we should talk about Philip. It's a pity that he didn't get the memo on filters.

[Private - Dean]

You should play pool with me. Also, we should invite Wanda and Arkady. If you haven't met them yet, you should.

[Private - Wanda and Arkady]

Do you guys want to play pool with me and Dean? There'd potentially be beer involved.

[Filtered to the wardens (minus Prefect)]

Look, guys. I don't know how your system works. I'm not sure if that's deliberate or not. But I want you all to know, those things that I did because of that flood? There was no way Prefect could of done anything about that. The guy can't see the future. He doesn't have a little window into my brain. I just want to make clear that that was all firmly my bad and not his. I'd be seriously concerned if any of you guys were holding that against him or questing whether he should be here. He's doing the best job he can.

[Private - Loki]

Sorry about the whole lying thing, man. Inmate. It's what we do.

[Private - Prefect]

So, I started another new journal. Just FYI.

[Filtered to Beatty and O'Brien]

I imagine that if you two stay away from me and my warden we won't have any problems in future. We can all just be the best of friends. From a distance.

Really, Admiral? Again? If we're betting on what's going to happen to us, I say that we're all going to end up mind linked to someone else. Psychically. [Barron sounds a little bit drunk. Because he is.] Although I'm open to being convinced of other theories.

Also, to whoever painted that ugly mural on the level seven stairwell? You really should clean that thing up or else the cleaning crew might have to. That or a warden with an inmate whose been a bit difficult lately could give them a special job. I'm just saying.

Private - Prefect

I'm just helping the other wardens out with the mural thing. You don't need to say it was us or else they'll take it down right away. And wouldn't that be the worst?

[OOC: The mural Barron and Prefect painted is described in the log. It takes up most of the wall and goes down onto the stairs a bit. It was painted with enthusiasm more than skill.]

So, Prefect finally got me my powers back. It's been pretty great. I totally convinced some girl in the dining hall line that she needed to give me the last muffin because of some childhood trauma. You know, the usual. [Barron laughs.] Amazing stuff. Of course, that counts as using my powers responsibly, right? Because getting that muffin was pretty serious business.


[Inmate Filter]

So, yeah. That's where I'm at. It's amazing. I'm going to go and see if I can get some of you guys to fight with each other. I'll want a bit of a show, if you've all got any recommendations. Otherwise I'll be in the second floor common room, if anyone wants a game of pool.


[Private - Prefect]

Not really, not really. Go get a drink or something, old man. I've got a plan going. Just make sure you keep your journal around. I expect material rewards if I get some names. We're talking gloves. Lots of gloves.


[OOC: Barron is so full of lies. He doesn't have his power back. He's trying to goad people into attacking him so he can work out where some weapons are. And make Prefect feel bad if he ends up dying.]

[Inmate filter (minus Perry)]

Okay, I promised one of you a bottle of something special. Come and collect. [It was for Vila, but Barron isn't quite sure who he promised it to. If you play your cards right, he could be convinced otherwise.]

[Infirmary filter]

Hey, guys. Could I have a box of your medical gloves? It's for a good cause.


[Private - Perry]

Perry? Are you still here? [Sounding worried, as if he didn't already know that Perry was on board.]

Murder, huh? Awkward times, awkward times.

( Fake friends assemble! Private messages for Sylvanas, Dallas, Hayley, Barbossa, Thursday, Buffy, Hoffman, Cissie, Eddie B, Eddie N and Elric. Let it not be said that Barron isn't thorough. )

[OOC: I'm assuming that everyone who posted on the OOC plotting post is still interested. If you're not, just drop me a line and I'll take your bb out. c:]

[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]