buywithme: (Shocked)
[personal profile] buywithme
Comrades--

[Prefect blinks, takes a deep breath, and says directly:]

Comrades, I'm leaving.

The CES, the pub, the pool... When I first arrived, these things weren't here. There was a staff of strange employees without faces, who cooked the food, and cleaned the facilities. If you acted out, you didn't go to level zero. Instead, your warden took away your door.

I've seen doors vanishing over the last few weeks, and It just makes me think...

[Prefect lifts a hand, to rub at his eyes. He's frowning, expression concentrated and unhappy. Behind him, Barron is only just in shot. He's sitting on the edge of Prefect's bed, writing something on his forearm in sharpie.]

Among other things, It took a huge act of violence, to make the Barge change as much as it has. It took corruption and abuse from the wardens to make the Admiral decide to make this place the way it should be. I wish I could believe, with the same conviction that the rest of you seem have, that it isn't him doing this.

[He drops his hand down, and written across the back of his wrist are the words: "THESE ARE THE NAMES OF THE PEOPLE YOU LOVE:" The beginning of the first name peeks out above the cuff of his shirt sleeve, before vanishing down his arm.]

But I can't help myself from thinking that he's just changed his mind. Maybe he just doesn't think we're organized or angry enough anymore to stop him, and maybe he's right.

[Prefect touches two fingers to his heart, lightly. ] That's the problem with showing the people the light though. Brothers, Sisters, it's blinding. And once you know-- once you understand for the first time in your life that might does not make right, when you see someone act like it does again... You can't just fall into line and accept the new regime. I can't just accept this.

I know that doing the right thing, the really right thing, would be to stay, and maybe to fight. To get us organized again, if that's what it takes. To fight him, if we have too. But I know there are people here who can do that. I know that you can do that, Arthas. I'm just sorry that I'm not staying to help you, Comrade. [He takes a deep breath, and he shudders. There's more writing on his other hand. "YOUR NAME IS--"]

But he deserves a second chance. He deserves better than this.

[Prefect takes a deep breath, and stands up, grabbing what looks like it might be a set of handcuffs from the desk.]

And I guess-- the last thing that the Barge has taught me? Is that the universe is huge, and connected, and that godlike powers and inter-dimensional travel all exist, and that people who've spanned galaxies and lived for millenia still end up finding each other again, in the end. [Pause] So maybe I'll see you again, Admiral.

[And with a quick flick, Prefect snaps one half of the handcuffs around his wrist, and steps out of sight. Barron up after him, then shifts up off the bed. It's more apparent now that his arms are literally covered in writing, and he lifts a hand to give the camera a quick wave goodbye. He smiles, then follows Prefect off screen.

There's the audible click, of the second cuff closing. Then the feed ends.




ooc: Prefect and Barron just jumped the fuck out a window, they'll be back in the next port!]

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Date: 2013-03-29 03:43 am (UTC)
sharpememory: (Looking down)
From: [personal profile] sharpememory
I'm glad you had these. [Barron says, glancing at the cuffs.] You ready for this?

[Ominous window is ominous.]

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Date: 2013-03-29 03:58 am (UTC)
sharpememory: (Sounds good)
From: [personal profile] sharpememory
[Barron grabs Prefect's hand, despite the cuffs.]

Always. Come on.

[And he starts to open the window with his free hand.]

private/text

Date: 2013-03-29 03:51 am (UTC)
patheticvillain: (ʭ & no one even knew)
From: [personal profile] patheticvillain
Take care of my brother or I'll find you and kill you myself.

Date: 2013-03-29 03:58 am (UTC)
timesbureaucrat: (eep!)
From: [personal profile] timesbureaucrat
Prefect, no! Don't do this!

[With sky outside black, and the sense of something lurking within the darkness, Narvin pessimistically expects that people who fall off the Barge now won't land lightly on some foreign world. He sees instead people ripped apart by the Time Winds of the Vortex, or crushed in a gravity well, or spinning in the nothingness of the Void for all eternity going slowly mad.

But he thinks his cry is too late.]

Date: 2013-03-29 04:41 am (UTC)
darknessb4me: (/lurk)
From: [personal profile] darknessb4me
It's the only sane choice.

Date: 2013-03-29 06:51 am (UTC)
timesbureaucrat: (socked in the jaw)
From: [personal profile] timesbureaucrat
Sane? It's nothing of the sort!

Date: 2013-03-29 12:53 pm (UTC)
darknessb4me: (destiny)
From: [personal profile] darknessb4me
When the world as it has been created is insane, the only method of restoring order is its destruction. Suffering animals are put down. The same principle applies on a larger scale. It's a mercy.

Date: 2013-03-30 05:52 am (UTC)
timesbureaucrat: (:-{)
From: [personal profile] timesbureaucrat
Or you can restore order by imposing order, reduce suffering through curing instead of killing. There's no mercy in obliteration, just an ending.

Date: 2013-03-30 06:26 pm (UTC)
darknessb4me: (/lurk)
From: [personal profile] darknessb4me
Living here is incurable.

Date: 2013-03-29 04:42 am (UTC)
darknessb4me: (distant)
From: [personal profile] darknessb4me
[Oh look. Prefect grew a spine.

Didn't see that coming.]

Video.

Date: 2013-03-29 07:40 am (UTC)
an_abomination: (I can explain!)
From: [personal profile] an_abomination
Wait! Please don't--damn it!

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