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.

I'm not talking to you or coming out of my room until this is over. [Pause.] It isn't fair.

[AND ALREADY, HE HAS SAID TOO MUCH. :c]

Well, that was enlightening. Being a cat was kind of enjoyable, to be honest. I've had worse weekends in my life.

Quick question, barge at large. How many of you aren't actually really old? As in, under twenty five? It seems like the vast majority of people are outside of that age group, but I'm curious. And also disappointed by the lack of learning opportunities around. Most prisons normally have some type of educational program to get qualifications, which isn't really relevant to us, but it does have the potential to give some of us something to do.

[Private - Prefect]

Hey. Are we going to meet up? I haven't seen you in a while. [Guess what, Prefect. It's a Tuesday.]