sharpememory: (Profile)
Deep and meaningful question for the week, barge. If you could go home, but no one you loved was there, would you do it?
sharpememory: (Looking down)
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.
sharpememory: (Sounds good)
[Barron's sitting on his bed, journal pointed up at his face. Behind him, you can just catch sight of a huge collection of post-it notes taped up to the wall, along with highlighted pieces of paper and pages ripped out of various books, as well as what looks suspiciously like a drawing of Prefect's face. That suspicion is probably confirmed, considering you can just see the edge of a post-it reading "...ect" with an arrow pointing down to the picture.]

I gotta question for everyone. Why isn't this a sober barge? Why give guys in jail drinks? It doesn't work like that where I come from.

Not to mention, what's the best place to work in this dump? I want a job. Not like cleaning or anything, I want an awesome job. Like a space mechanic. I could do that, I went to law school.
sharpememory: (Trolling in the deep)
You know what? I don't even give a fuck. I'm going to go find some wolves and hidden treasure. [Barron sounds a little, well, drunk. Probably because he's had quite a lot of alcohol to drink.]

[Private - Prefect]

No going outside for you. There are traps.

[Private - Eddie Nygma]

You and me have gotta have a real awkward talk right about now.
sharpememory: (Sounds good)
[Dated early in the flood, before Ivy shenanigans.]

Prefect. Come on a boat ride with me. [Barron sounds very, very drunk.] I have a boat and everything.
sharpememory: (Considering)
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.
sharpememory: (Talking)
[Here's Barron, looking... basically exactly like himself, except in a rather smart suit with his hair slicked back.]

Mysterio, master of memory, welcomes you to Gotham. [Barron smiles, showing way too many teeth.] I will take away your troubles. I will grant you more years with your young ones. I will draw the pain that has seared itself deep within you from you, in a way that will be so painless that you will forever wonder what had troubled you so.

[He pauses, dramatically.] You need merely to ask. Mysterio rather likes visitors. My price is secrets, impossible things and a little of your past. [A beat, then deadpan.] And cash.

[Barron's a supervillian with his normal power, which is basically to change/add/remove memories. He's basically just your normal working supervillian (including the lapsing into third person) who hasn't quite made it into the big leagues and occasionally gets punched in the face by Batman.]
sharpememory: (Could be)
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.]
sharpememory: (Neutral/Stare)
[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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