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SUGGESTION AND COMPLAINT BOX
Have you been personally threatened or victimized by a warden?
Do you have a problem with a warden that you don't feel able to safely resolve without assistance?
Do you have a problem with how the wardens in general have been conducting themselves?
Do you have a suggestion for how we could change or implement ideas or ways of coexisting on the Barge?
If so, then please leave me a message. I will do my best to get back to you and help you to resolve the problem, or to provide for your safety if you feel you are in danger.
-Prefect
[ooc: Feel free to TROLL LIKE A MONSTER, mark notes as anonymous, or actually use the suggestion/complaint box for it's intended purpose! I'll respond to all notes that go in, and this post will be sticking it out at the top of Prefect's journal, so people can use it whenever!]
Have you been personally threatened or victimized by a warden?
Do you have a problem with a warden that you don't feel able to safely resolve without assistance?
Do you have a problem with how the wardens in general have been conducting themselves?
Do you have a suggestion for how we could change or implement ideas or ways of coexisting on the Barge?
If so, then please leave me a message. I will do my best to get back to you and help you to resolve the problem, or to provide for your safety if you feel you are in danger.
-Prefect
[ooc: Feel free to TROLL LIKE A MONSTER, mark notes as anonymous, or actually use the suggestion/complaint box for it's intended purpose! I'll respond to all notes that go in, and this post will be sticking it out at the top of Prefect's journal, so people can use it whenever!]
hittin' the road at last.
Oct. 1st, 2013 11:18 am[Video clicks on, and what is by now an unfamiliar face to most appears. Prefect has become reclusive in the last several months, socializing very little, and only really leaving his cabin to eat, drink, and work on Barron's graduation. Only now Barron is graduated, so there'll be no more of that last one. He lifts a hand to offer a small wave, but is clearly a little uncomfortable.]
So, Barron's graduated.
[He speaks slowly, as if choosing his words exceptionally carefully. It's the exact opposite to how he was when he arrived, years ago.]
Barron's graduated, and... I'm tired, and I want to leave now. But Comrades... This place...
[He glances away and swallows, knitting his forehead as he searches for what he's trying to say. Finally, he settles.]
...It's been an honour. Knowing you, has been an honour. Surviving it has been an honour. This place might be the end of history, and it might be hell, or purgatory, and I don't know if it's right or not right now? But seeing it through has been an honour.
[He pauses, then bows his head a little.]
And I hope you all get out and go home someday.
[And with that, the video ends.]
So, Barron's graduated.
[He speaks slowly, as if choosing his words exceptionally carefully. It's the exact opposite to how he was when he arrived, years ago.]
Barron's graduated, and... I'm tired, and I want to leave now. But Comrades... This place...
[He glances away and swallows, knitting his forehead as he searches for what he's trying to say. Finally, he settles.]
...It's been an honour. Knowing you, has been an honour. Surviving it has been an honour. This place might be the end of history, and it might be hell, or purgatory, and I don't know if it's right or not right now? But seeing it through has been an honour.
[He pauses, then bows his head a little.]
And I hope you all get out and go home someday.
[And with that, the video ends.]
Spam for Barron
Sep. 1st, 2013 03:37 am[Prefect didn't leave a particularly wide opening between finding out about Cassel's graduation, and going to hunt down Barron. He exchanged a few messages with the Transformation Worker, then set off to find his own inmate.
He made a bee line for Barron's room, and rapped on the door carefully. Unsure if Barron would be upset or happy at whatever passed between himself and Cassel, Prefect lingered in the corridor, probably concerned to a point that wasn't entirely due.]
He made a bee line for Barron's room, and rapped on the door carefully. Unsure if Barron would be upset or happy at whatever passed between himself and Cassel, Prefect lingered in the corridor, probably concerned to a point that wasn't entirely due.]
[Dotted throughout the forest, you might find some rather unusual statues, for an island unpopulated by humankind. There are small ones, of the native flora and fauna, tiny sculptures of dainty marsupials, or pieces of carefully carved fruit dropped at the feet of certain trees.
More noticable though, are the sculptures of men! Some weathered down to the point of being almost featureless, wile others, preserved by their landscape, clean and crisp as the day they were carved, every detail on their naval uniforms picked out perfectly.
In one particular clearing there's a cluster of them sitting together in a circle, as if they're huddling around a campfire that isn't there. These three are smiling, holding perfectly carved food and ale, and all turned to look in a single direction. If you stand where they're staring, it's almost as if they're welcoming you to join them. Another is frozen mid step, his arms spread wide and expression wide and happy, as if greeting a beloved brother.
Most of the statues are like these ones, their uniforms are perfect. They are well kempt and healthy looking. They are happy to see you.
There are others where the men look surprised, or shaken. As if caught unawares. They usually look a little more bedraggled. Hungrier, and more huddled.
In a few of the statues, the men look truly frightened. Where their clothes are torn or gone completely, where stone tears are frozen on their stone faces, wrought in anguish. But only a few.
After all, not many of them survived long enough to even know that there was something to fear.
Prefect picks his way through the maze of jungle, stumbling between trees and trudging through ditches, with his eyes shut. He's shirtless, but his ragged trousers are black and stiff. The formal wear of a naval officer. He uses the statues as landmarks to direct himself to certain trees and bushes that bear fruit, then digs blindly through the foliage for something to eat.
He doesn't open his eyes.]
[OOC: HA HA SO I COMPLETELY FAILED AT PLOTTING FOR THIS EVENT AND THEN HAD A MOMENT OF INSPIRATION LATE LAST NIGHT. Sorry :c
Anyway, Prefect is the Midshipman of a naval vessel that was shipwrecked here over a year ago. The night they landed he was cursed by one of the local monstrosities, so that every living thing he turned his gaze upon turned to stone. (Apart from grass and trees. Deal with it.)
Slowly but surely, he turned his entire crew to stone. Since then he's shedded his shirt and jacket to make blindfolds, but the island's inhabitants always steal them, and he's had a couple of goes at poking his eyes out (they grow back). Eventually he resigned himself to staggering around the island with his eyes closed, being terrorized by the natives and grieving for his lost Comrades. Feel free to assume cr, either from TORMENTING ISLAND CREATURES, or WHAT HO DIDN'T WE SERVE ON THE MAGNANIMOUS TOGETHER, from naval types.]
More noticable though, are the sculptures of men! Some weathered down to the point of being almost featureless, wile others, preserved by their landscape, clean and crisp as the day they were carved, every detail on their naval uniforms picked out perfectly.
In one particular clearing there's a cluster of them sitting together in a circle, as if they're huddling around a campfire that isn't there. These three are smiling, holding perfectly carved food and ale, and all turned to look in a single direction. If you stand where they're staring, it's almost as if they're welcoming you to join them. Another is frozen mid step, his arms spread wide and expression wide and happy, as if greeting a beloved brother.
Most of the statues are like these ones, their uniforms are perfect. They are well kempt and healthy looking. They are happy to see you.
There are others where the men look surprised, or shaken. As if caught unawares. They usually look a little more bedraggled. Hungrier, and more huddled.
In a few of the statues, the men look truly frightened. Where their clothes are torn or gone completely, where stone tears are frozen on their stone faces, wrought in anguish. But only a few.
After all, not many of them survived long enough to even know that there was something to fear.
Prefect picks his way through the maze of jungle, stumbling between trees and trudging through ditches, with his eyes shut. He's shirtless, but his ragged trousers are black and stiff. The formal wear of a naval officer. He uses the statues as landmarks to direct himself to certain trees and bushes that bear fruit, then digs blindly through the foliage for something to eat.
He doesn't open his eyes.]
[OOC: HA HA SO I COMPLETELY FAILED AT PLOTTING FOR THIS EVENT AND THEN HAD A MOMENT OF INSPIRATION LATE LAST NIGHT. Sorry :c
Anyway, Prefect is the Midshipman of a naval vessel that was shipwrecked here over a year ago. The night they landed he was cursed by one of the local monstrosities, so that every living thing he turned his gaze upon turned to stone. (Apart from grass and trees. Deal with it.)
Slowly but surely, he turned his entire crew to stone. Since then he's shedded his shirt and jacket to make blindfolds, but the island's inhabitants always steal them, and he's had a couple of goes at poking his eyes out (they grow back). Eventually he resigned himself to staggering around the island with his eyes closed, being terrorized by the natives and grieving for his lost Comrades. Feel free to assume cr, either from TORMENTING ISLAND CREATURES, or WHAT HO DIDN'T WE SERVE ON THE MAGNANIMOUS TOGETHER, from naval types.]
172 - /drops mic. A departure post.
Mar. 29th, 2013 03:37 amComrades--
[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!]
[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!]
Comrade?
I... I don't feel that the Barge is a suitable venue for your rehabilitation any longer, and I think we should possibly start thinking about alternative options.
If there is a safe way to leave the barge as an inmate, then I don't know what it is, but... still, we need to talk.
I... I don't feel that the Barge is a suitable venue for your rehabilitation any longer, and I think we should possibly start thinking about alternative options.
If there is a safe way to leave the barge as an inmate, then I don't know what it is, but... still, we need to talk.
[Tap tap tap
Yes, that sound is coming from your window, barge denizen, it is the soft tapping of little fingers on irritatingly water resistant glass.
Tap tap tap
Usually, Prefect is pretty much the last person on the barge who would come tapping at someone's window, trying to lure their out of their room into a watery grave. He's a nice person, and more than that, a man who holds himself up to a high set of moral standards.
Unfortunately, he fell overboard and turned into a mermaid, and he does have a precedent for taking a keen interest in fucking with people when he's been turned into a mermaid. Still, it's probably okay to open your window and talk to him, right?
Tap tap tap
Tap tap tap
Tap tap tap...]
Yes, that sound is coming from your window, barge denizen, it is the soft tapping of little fingers on irritatingly water resistant glass.
Tap tap tap
Usually, Prefect is pretty much the last person on the barge who would come tapping at someone's window, trying to lure their out of their room into a watery grave. He's a nice person, and more than that, a man who holds himself up to a high set of moral standards.
Unfortunately, he fell overboard and turned into a mermaid, and he does have a precedent for taking a keen interest in fucking with people when he's been turned into a mermaid. Still, it's probably okay to open your window and talk to him, right?
Tap tap tap
Tap tap tap
Tap tap tap...]
Comrades, I'm concerned about the deterioration of the conditions in zero. Having seen some of the outcoming transmissions from inmates [Thank you Sandoval...], I don't feel that we can accept it as a safe or correct way of restraining anyone at the moment, and I'd like to suggest that the current occupants are relocated under guard.
[There's a short pause, then he frowns,]
Ah, am I correct in assuming that they're all basically different varieties of homicidal teenagers at the moment? Would any wardens be willing to contribute their time or their resources to temporarily guarding them elsewhere? Until either their time is served, or the Barge... escalates to a point where we need to occupy ourselves in some other way?
[Because let's be real, Comrades, it's going to get worse before it gets better...]
[There's a short pause, then he frowns,]
Ah, am I correct in assuming that they're all basically different varieties of homicidal teenagers at the moment? Would any wardens be willing to contribute their time or their resources to temporarily guarding them elsewhere? Until either their time is served, or the Barge... escalates to a point where we need to occupy ourselves in some other way?
[Because let's be real, Comrades, it's going to get worse before it gets better...]
What would you do if your inmate vanished tomorrow?
[This comes pretty much out of the blue, after a LONG PERIOD OF RADIO SILENCE from Prefect. Yep, truth flood forced him out.]
Last time Barron was in a coma, I just... I thought if I behaved as if he was definitely going to wake up then he definitely would. This time-- It's been months, and I don't know why I'm even here if I can't help him. If I can't help him, if after everything we've done, he just vanishes now, then every second I've spent here has been worthless. Because really, one person turning from bad to good at the end of their life doesn't actually bring any objective improvement to the universe. I'm already dead. I've already done my damage.
If I don't help someone to graduate, then I don't earn my deal with the Admiral, and I can't change anything. [There's a long intake of breath, then he lets it out.] But if he disappears-- Comrades, I can't even imagine being able to care this much about anyone else again. I'm a graduate, so I have the choice to ask the Admiral to send me anywhere in the universe to start over. Right now... I'm afraid that Barron is going to disappear, and all I can think to do when he's gone is ask the Admiral to send me after him. Wherever that takes me.
[This comes pretty much out of the blue, after a LONG PERIOD OF RADIO SILENCE from Prefect. Yep, truth flood forced him out.]
Last time Barron was in a coma, I just... I thought if I behaved as if he was definitely going to wake up then he definitely would. This time-- It's been months, and I don't know why I'm even here if I can't help him. If I can't help him, if after everything we've done, he just vanishes now, then every second I've spent here has been worthless. Because really, one person turning from bad to good at the end of their life doesn't actually bring any objective improvement to the universe. I'm already dead. I've already done my damage.
If I don't help someone to graduate, then I don't earn my deal with the Admiral, and I can't change anything. [There's a long intake of breath, then he lets it out.] But if he disappears-- Comrades, I can't even imagine being able to care this much about anyone else again. I'm a graduate, so I have the choice to ask the Admiral to send me anywhere in the universe to start over. Right now... I'm afraid that Barron is going to disappear, and all I can think to do when he's gone is ask the Admiral to send me after him. Wherever that takes me.
Spam for Arthas!
Jan. 20th, 2013 02:02 am[Prefect had lived in Region 10 for so long now that he'd been allowed to customize his cell somewhat. There wasn't much, a few cut out pictures from magazines stuck up on his walls, a verse of poetry he'd been given by Charles taped up beside where he slept. He'd papered the ceiling with photographs of the night sky, over the years filling it right out to the four corners of the room.
When he looked at the stars, he felt as if he could have been anywhere, in a million places at once. It was a good feeling.
It had been two days since his last excursion to the exercise yard, one day since his last session with Professor Xavier, and nearly a month since he'd last been taken to the lab. Most days, he was confined entirely to the four walls around him, but the possibility for change was enough to keep him rising each morning.]
When he looked at the stars, he felt as if he could have been anywhere, in a million places at once. It was a good feeling.
It had been two days since his last excursion to the exercise yard, one day since his last session with Professor Xavier, and nearly a month since he'd last been taken to the lab. Most days, he was confined entirely to the four walls around him, but the possibility for change was enough to keep him rising each morning.]
PRIVATE TO SANTA.
Dec. 22nd, 2012 03:09 amDear Santa...
( Prefect asks for stuff. )
[Prefect didn't get off board this port, he's just chilling with Barron in the infirmary. ALSO, I am still kind of on a secret hiatus, writing private posts, producing content while not actually being able to get on top of threading rn.]
( Prefect asks for stuff. )
[Prefect didn't get off board this port, he's just chilling with Barron in the infirmary. ALSO, I am still kind of on a secret hiatus, writing private posts, producing content while not actually being able to get on top of threading rn.]
Comrades! Con-- Ah, Friends!
[Video clicks on, and lo, it is Prefect! He's squared the camera up neatly, and is sitting at his desk. His clothes are comfortable businesswear, and he's... pretty evidently about to do some serious business talk at you]
I have been thinking about ways by which we could potentially improve the general understanding of concerns and needs within pairings and on board the barge! As we know, wardens here receive no specific training or direction in terms of how to assist their inmates, and while this has allowed each inmate to have their own individual needs catered too, it has also resulted in wardens often being ill equipped to respond to the needs of their inmates, or unable to identify common mistakes or problems which are effecting their inmates!
[He's slowly becoming a little more gestural and excited as he speaks, and there's a kind of forceful earnestness in what he's saying.]
These errors are not made out of malice, but none the less their impact on inmates can hamper, or even reverse the personal progress and improvement for which we are striving here, and I believe that they can be drastically reduced with a more organized approach to the sharing of common problems, experiences, and expertise! [The gestures are getting bigger, slightly more jerk-y and rhythmic, and his enthusiasm is just still GROWING.]
Please find attached a short anonymous survey requesting insight into people's experiences and opinions on their progress here, and their perceptions of the mechanics of the Barge. I mean to collect, collate, and publish the responses, in an attempt to identify regularly occurring problems and trends within the Barge's population, so that I can compile them into a document to assist newly arriving wardens and inmates. Perhaps we will eventually be able to develop an effective induction to those working here, for the benefit of all!
So Comrades! Brothers and Sisters! [He's getting downright bombastic at this point.] Please reject the hypothesis that struggling wardens are lacking in commitment or in the desire to help their inmates! Reject the idea that inmates who do not improve on the barge are deliberately resisting progress! We live within a flawed system which we have a duty to endeavor to improve! Embrace the healing power of standardized testing and anonymous data collection! Redemption through correlation! Let our standards be outstanding!
[He gives a wide, joyful little grin, then quickly adds in a hushed deadpan:]
All responses will remain entirely anonymous for the protection of respondents and their pairings, and any details which could compromise the anonymity of participants will be edited out or remain unpublished. If you have a specific concern with your warden or inmate which you require direct assistance or a direct response too please feel free to refer to the suggestion and/or complaint box and I will endeavor to otherwise meet your needs!
[And with that, he smiles again (bright as a malfunctioning floodlamp) and signs off.]
( THE ATTACHED SURVEY: )
[Video clicks on, and lo, it is Prefect! He's squared the camera up neatly, and is sitting at his desk. His clothes are comfortable businesswear, and he's... pretty evidently about to do some serious business talk at you]
I have been thinking about ways by which we could potentially improve the general understanding of concerns and needs within pairings and on board the barge! As we know, wardens here receive no specific training or direction in terms of how to assist their inmates, and while this has allowed each inmate to have their own individual needs catered too, it has also resulted in wardens often being ill equipped to respond to the needs of their inmates, or unable to identify common mistakes or problems which are effecting their inmates!
[He's slowly becoming a little more gestural and excited as he speaks, and there's a kind of forceful earnestness in what he's saying.]
These errors are not made out of malice, but none the less their impact on inmates can hamper, or even reverse the personal progress and improvement for which we are striving here, and I believe that they can be drastically reduced with a more organized approach to the sharing of common problems, experiences, and expertise! [The gestures are getting bigger, slightly more jerk-y and rhythmic, and his enthusiasm is just still GROWING.]
Please find attached a short anonymous survey requesting insight into people's experiences and opinions on their progress here, and their perceptions of the mechanics of the Barge. I mean to collect, collate, and publish the responses, in an attempt to identify regularly occurring problems and trends within the Barge's population, so that I can compile them into a document to assist newly arriving wardens and inmates. Perhaps we will eventually be able to develop an effective induction to those working here, for the benefit of all!
So Comrades! Brothers and Sisters! [He's getting downright bombastic at this point.] Please reject the hypothesis that struggling wardens are lacking in commitment or in the desire to help their inmates! Reject the idea that inmates who do not improve on the barge are deliberately resisting progress! We live within a flawed system which we have a duty to endeavor to improve! Embrace the healing power of standardized testing and anonymous data collection! Redemption through correlation! Let our standards be outstanding!
[He gives a wide, joyful little grin, then quickly adds in a hushed deadpan:]
All responses will remain entirely anonymous for the protection of respondents and their pairings, and any details which could compromise the anonymity of participants will be edited out or remain unpublished. If you have a specific concern with your warden or inmate which you require direct assistance or a direct response too please feel free to refer to the suggestion and/or complaint box and I will endeavor to otherwise meet your needs!
[And with that, he smiles again (bright as a malfunctioning floodlamp) and signs off.]
( THE ATTACHED SURVEY: )
Video/Open Spam
Oct. 14th, 2012 02:22 am[The video function is switched on in a flurry of wings and tiny feet, and the only shot you get to see, is one of a bat. A bat, retreating down a difficult to identify corridor.
In it's tiny feet claws, there is clutched some kind of vitally important document, which wafts in the breeze behind it.
Over the next several hours, the communicator will continue to record, and the bat makes SEVERAL RETURN JOURNEYS FOR MORE DOCUMENTS. It is seen robbing multiple cabins and from time to time, it drops lumps of guano, like tiny gifts for those who crossed it's path.
After a few hours, the bat is beginning to get tired. It wants to nest in someone's hair! And possibly bite them! It would like to spread a little rabies if it can! But until it can find a suitable nest/victim, it shall continue it's crime spree.]
[Prefect!Bat will totally reply to comments (although he's only understandable to other animals) and any spamming would be glorious!]
In it's tiny feet claws, there is clutched some kind of vitally important document, which wafts in the breeze behind it.
Over the next several hours, the communicator will continue to record, and the bat makes SEVERAL RETURN JOURNEYS FOR MORE DOCUMENTS. It is seen robbing multiple cabins and from time to time, it drops lumps of guano, like tiny gifts for those who crossed it's path.
After a few hours, the bat is beginning to get tired. It wants to nest in someone's hair! And possibly bite them! It would like to spread a little rabies if it can! But until it can find a suitable nest/victim, it shall continue it's crime spree.]
[Prefect!Bat will totally reply to comments (although he's only understandable to other animals) and any spamming would be glorious!]
Mafiosing like it's my job!
Sep. 20th, 2012 05:12 pm[Video clicks on, and Prefect's sitting cheerfully in a pleasant but understated office with a typewriter set neatly in front of him.]
Everybody's so doom and gloom nowardays. Hellfire and damnation and all kinds of intemperance and ungodliness in our streets! They'd have you thinking you were living in Chicago or New York for what they say the crime rate is around here.
[He tuts, and shakes his head]
You know, I don't want to be the dissident voice against our brave boys in blue, but there is such a thing as hyper vigilance, you know? [A pleasant laugh] No, I'll tell ya, I've seen Chicago, and I've seen New York, and Redemption is okay. Couple of rough necks here and there, but we've got a good clean police force, a strong church, and all kinds of charity in our streets. There ain't no foothold for gangsters in a community of honest, upstanding, and righteous people like those who live here are.
[He claps his hands together, and, message of goodwill imparted, reaches forward to switch the communicator...]
( ...On to a broad filter for his gang members )
[Wildcard open spam?]
[Prefect is a busy man with a finger in every pie in this town! Do you want to run into him in your speakeasy? In the street? In a secret underground poker game? In his office even? He can be found pretty much wherever it's convenient for him to be, so spam at will.]
[OOC BACKGROUND]
[Prefect Fattoria is a first generation Italian American, and the head of a young criminal gang! He's raised himself a bit of a reputation, recruited Ladd Russo as his right hand man and head enforcer, and is currently waging war on the most established and respected criminal mastermind in Redemption, The Mind!
If you play a criminal/speakeasy owner/etc, then feel free to either assume that you work for him, that you've been targeted by him, or that you're on the list of people YET to be targeted by him. If you play a fed or a cop, feel free to know that he's KIND OF SHADY but that you can't prove it. If you want your character to get murdered this breach... well... Ladd is his right hand man, so lol we are probably your guys for that.]
Everybody's so doom and gloom nowardays. Hellfire and damnation and all kinds of intemperance and ungodliness in our streets! They'd have you thinking you were living in Chicago or New York for what they say the crime rate is around here.
[He tuts, and shakes his head]
You know, I don't want to be the dissident voice against our brave boys in blue, but there is such a thing as hyper vigilance, you know? [A pleasant laugh] No, I'll tell ya, I've seen Chicago, and I've seen New York, and Redemption is okay. Couple of rough necks here and there, but we've got a good clean police force, a strong church, and all kinds of charity in our streets. There ain't no foothold for gangsters in a community of honest, upstanding, and righteous people like those who live here are.
[He claps his hands together, and, message of goodwill imparted, reaches forward to switch the communicator...]
( ...On to a broad filter for his gang members )
[Wildcard open spam?]
[Prefect is a busy man with a finger in every pie in this town! Do you want to run into him in your speakeasy? In the street? In a secret underground poker game? In his office even? He can be found pretty much wherever it's convenient for him to be, so spam at will.]
[OOC BACKGROUND]
[Prefect Fattoria is a first generation Italian American, and the head of a young criminal gang! He's raised himself a bit of a reputation, recruited Ladd Russo as his right hand man and head enforcer, and is currently waging war on the most established and respected criminal mastermind in Redemption, The Mind!
If you play a criminal/speakeasy owner/etc, then feel free to either assume that you work for him, that you've been targeted by him, or that you're on the list of people YET to be targeted by him. If you play a fed or a cop, feel free to know that he's KIND OF SHADY but that you can't prove it. If you want your character to get murdered this breach... well... Ladd is his right hand man, so lol we are probably your guys for that.]
Private to the Admiral
Sep. 12th, 2012 11:52 pmJust to clarify: You bringing me back here after I went to see Sam and Pavi when I graduated wasn't the advance fulfillment of my deal as a warden, was it?
Ah-- I'm sorry I've not had a chance to make this announcement sooner, Comrades. Things have been... well, I'm sure you all know how things have been.
[Prefect's voice is a little raw right now, he's sitting on his bed, which is pushed up against the concrete wall of his cabin.]
I've been asked to act as interim warden for Edward Nygma until he's assigned someone permanently, so if there are any problems with his behavior, or if anyone has a problem with him that requires a wardens attention, then please let me know.
[He lifts a hand now, to rub it down over his eyes. He looks tired as hell.]
And-- I know after a port like that, this is probably a very foolish thing to ask, but Comrades, Brothers, Sisters... How are you all?
[The hand shifts around to cup on the back of his neck, and he stares at the communicator, his expression absent, if not unhappy.]
I know some people were able to help each other, while we were down there. Some people were just able to survive. There were a lot of things that I missed, or I couldn't focus on. So-- If anyone wants to talk about any of that, or... about anything at all? I'd be happy too.
Barron? Mr. Nygma? Please let me know how you're holding up?
[Private to Lua, maybe twenty minutes later]
WHY IS IT BACK IN MY ROOM?
[Prefect's voice is a little raw right now, he's sitting on his bed, which is pushed up against the concrete wall of his cabin.]
I've been asked to act as interim warden for Edward Nygma until he's assigned someone permanently, so if there are any problems with his behavior, or if anyone has a problem with him that requires a wardens attention, then please let me know.
[He lifts a hand now, to rub it down over his eyes. He looks tired as hell.]
And-- I know after a port like that, this is probably a very foolish thing to ask, but Comrades, Brothers, Sisters... How are you all?
[The hand shifts around to cup on the back of his neck, and he stares at the communicator, his expression absent, if not unhappy.]
I know some people were able to help each other, while we were down there. Some people were just able to survive. There were a lot of things that I missed, or I couldn't focus on. So-- If anyone wants to talk about any of that, or... about anything at all? I'd be happy too.
Barron? Mr. Nygma? Please let me know how you're holding up?
[Private to Lua, maybe twenty minutes later]
WHY IS IT BACK IN MY ROOM?
purveyor of beauty, purloiner of teats
Jul. 28th, 2012 02:08 pm[Video clicks on, and look! It's filming a devastatingly handsome young man, as he whispers something in a girls ear. She slides her arm around his waist, leans forward, and they kiss, deeply. The camera wobbles, and it's clear that whoever's filming them probably isn't... supposed to be filming them.]
I did that. I gave him that. My god he was so tragic before I kindly intervened, just some poor unfortunate soul who could barely say his own name without stuttering. Now look at him.
[There's a fond sigh from behind the communicator.]
He has everything he wanted, and I think in this case I was especially generous in the deal I offered. What I asked for was completely useless to him...
[And now the camera swivels back around to Prefect. He's a senior, seventeen and looking quite a bit older by now, and although his legs are currently in... leg form, rather than fin form, there are still scales creeping up his neck, identifying him as not quite human. Currently he's sitting on the grass, quite near to the greenery of the forest.]
We all have problems, don't we. Him, perhaps more than most, but there's something for everyone. Worried about your grades? Have a problem with a teacher? Have a problem with a student? I myself happen to love solving problems. [He rolls over, sprawling onto his back in a rolling, squamous gesture that might have a hint of the tide about it.] I like using my talents to help people. The miserable, lonely, and depressed. Never feel ashamed, dear friends. Never doubt that I am here for you.
[Then he smiles, wide and bright and possibly not entirely genuine.] Do you want to see what he gave me? In exchange for confidence and good looks? [He pushes his shirt up, in one quick motion, and points the camera at his chest.] Ta-Da! See, he was never going to use them for anything and I was getting tired of being the only one who didn't have a set of my own... so...
[The camera focuses, and Prefect's free hand is now pointing at one of his nipples. Yes. Really.]
Even though they're purely decorative, you mammals all seem to think very highly of them, and they were pretty much the only thing he actually had going for him before I intervened, so...
[Shrug. Seems like a pretty generous deal to him.]
[ooc: Prefect is the son of a sea witch (thing Ursula from The Little Mermaid) and he's got a reputation for specializing in transformation magic, love spells, fairy tale bullshit, and a love for bartering, deal making, and contracts. Right now he's lounging around on the grass near the edge of the grounds, feel free to spam if you'd prefer <3]
I did that. I gave him that. My god he was so tragic before I kindly intervened, just some poor unfortunate soul who could barely say his own name without stuttering. Now look at him.
[There's a fond sigh from behind the communicator.]
He has everything he wanted, and I think in this case I was especially generous in the deal I offered. What I asked for was completely useless to him...
[And now the camera swivels back around to Prefect. He's a senior, seventeen and looking quite a bit older by now, and although his legs are currently in... leg form, rather than fin form, there are still scales creeping up his neck, identifying him as not quite human. Currently he's sitting on the grass, quite near to the greenery of the forest.]
We all have problems, don't we. Him, perhaps more than most, but there's something for everyone. Worried about your grades? Have a problem with a teacher? Have a problem with a student? I myself happen to love solving problems. [He rolls over, sprawling onto his back in a rolling, squamous gesture that might have a hint of the tide about it.] I like using my talents to help people. The miserable, lonely, and depressed. Never feel ashamed, dear friends. Never doubt that I am here for you.
[Then he smiles, wide and bright and possibly not entirely genuine.] Do you want to see what he gave me? In exchange for confidence and good looks? [He pushes his shirt up, in one quick motion, and points the camera at his chest.] Ta-Da! See, he was never going to use them for anything and I was getting tired of being the only one who didn't have a set of my own... so...
[The camera focuses, and Prefect's free hand is now pointing at one of his nipples. Yes. Really.]
Even though they're purely decorative, you mammals all seem to think very highly of them, and they were pretty much the only thing he actually had going for him before I intervened, so...
[Shrug. Seems like a pretty generous deal to him.]
[ooc: Prefect is the son of a sea witch (thing Ursula from The Little Mermaid) and he's got a reputation for specializing in transformation magic, love spells, fairy tale bullshit, and a love for bartering, deal making, and contracts. Right now he's lounging around on the grass near the edge of the grounds, feel free to spam if you'd prefer <3]
Comrade, I have...
...
During the flood, while I was inhabiting your body, I... failed to adequately evade...
Stildyne kissed your mouth, Comrade. While I was in it.
He has assured me that it will not happen again, but I'm still sorry. I didn't mean to get anyone else's mouth on your mouth.
...
During the flood, while I was inhabiting your body, I... failed to adequately evade...
Stildyne kissed your mouth, Comrade. While I was in it.
He has assured me that it will not happen again, but I'm still sorry. I didn't mean to get anyone else's mouth on your mouth.
[Video clicks on, and it's... Barron? Probably? He's standing in one of the corridors in the Barge and looking sort of bemused.]
Comrades, I realise this probably seems like a strange thing to need help with, but I'm just...
[He turns around, staring off down the corridor, with an expression of increasingly dismayed puzzlement on his face.]
All of these corridors look the same, and I don't... I don't remember which direction I was coming from. Or where... any of the things that I know are here are...
[Prefect and Barron had a FULL BODYSWAP, which means Prefect gets Barron's body, and his tragically swiss cheesed version of a memory. He doesn't actually remember that he's not supposed to look like this.]
Comrades, I realise this probably seems like a strange thing to need help with, but I'm just...
[He turns around, staring off down the corridor, with an expression of increasingly dismayed puzzlement on his face.]
All of these corridors look the same, and I don't... I don't remember which direction I was coming from. Or where... any of the things that I know are here are...
[Prefect and Barron had a FULL BODYSWAP, which means Prefect gets Barron's body, and his tragically swiss cheesed version of a memory. He doesn't actually remember that he's not supposed to look like this.]
