Barron Sharpe

[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.

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.]