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buywithmeComrades! Consumers! The Factory would like to absolutely and categorically apologize for the complete failure of its staff to function in any reasonable capacity during the events of the week before last. Rest assured there were severe external influences disrupting the capabilities of its current outlet and staff body and the appropriate reprimands and restorative programs are currently being undertaken.
We would like to take this moment to reassure all our customers that this was an isolated incident and the recent decline in behavioral standards which the Factory requires of it's work force will definitely not be continuing. Despite the mitigating circumstances of this particular collapse of professionalism, we are ensuring that our staff attend a rigorous program of retraining and customer service specialization, to ensure the highest possible service for you! Our valiant and valued brothers and sisters, still living the immaculate dream of the blossoming consumer!
Comrades, let us never lose sight of the great glories of possession and obedience, above and beyond the frailty of our rotting bodies and fleeting allegiances, our broken hearts and our unfulfilled dreams, our dead parents and our meaningless names. Comrades, history is dead and the barge is its tomb. Nothing here has meaning, nothing here survives the ever strengthening vortex of it's function. Comrades, the phrase: "You can't take it with you when you go." no longer applies, because there is nowhere else to go! Forget your outdated notions of family and faith and freedom because all your abstract concept riches are back where you came from and you can never leave this place. Here, it doesn't matter how beautiful your wife is or how intelligent your beloved children are, or how fulfilling you find your job, because none of them exist anymore. Here? The winner is the man with the most stuff. Here, the only things left in the universe that will last, are possessions, and obedience.
Newcomers, welcome to the Barge.
This is an official Factory announcement, there are no golden shores.
Prefect
A+920164626P
[ooc: Annnnd we're back in action! Huzzah! Prefect has been doing some serious thinking and re-educating himself over the last week, this is his eventual response to the last flood!]
We would like to take this moment to reassure all our customers that this was an isolated incident and the recent decline in behavioral standards which the Factory requires of it's work force will definitely not be continuing. Despite the mitigating circumstances of this particular collapse of professionalism, we are ensuring that our staff attend a rigorous program of retraining and customer service specialization, to ensure the highest possible service for you! Our valiant and valued brothers and sisters, still living the immaculate dream of the blossoming consumer!
Comrades, let us never lose sight of the great glories of possession and obedience, above and beyond the frailty of our rotting bodies and fleeting allegiances, our broken hearts and our unfulfilled dreams, our dead parents and our meaningless names. Comrades, history is dead and the barge is its tomb. Nothing here has meaning, nothing here survives the ever strengthening vortex of it's function. Comrades, the phrase: "You can't take it with you when you go." no longer applies, because there is nowhere else to go! Forget your outdated notions of family and faith and freedom because all your abstract concept riches are back where you came from and you can never leave this place. Here, it doesn't matter how beautiful your wife is or how intelligent your beloved children are, or how fulfilling you find your job, because none of them exist anymore. Here? The winner is the man with the most stuff. Here, the only things left in the universe that will last, are possessions, and obedience.
Newcomers, welcome to the Barge.
This is an official Factory announcement, there are no golden shores.
Prefect
A+920164626P
[ooc: Annnnd we're back in action! Huzzah! Prefect has been doing some serious thinking and re-educating himself over the last week, this is his eventual response to the last flood!]
assuming after log - 1/3
Date: 2009-02-22 06:23 am (UTC)2/3 - sylar feels like he should say something, but doesn't know what
Date: 2009-02-22 06:23 am (UTC)3/3
Date: 2009-02-22 06:24 am (UTC)I..1/3 - Prefect concurs with this awkwardness
Date: 2009-02-22 06:33 am (UTC)2/3 - He's not sure whether to feel grateful or extremely guilty about that log...
Date: 2009-02-22 06:34 am (UTC)3/3 - and he too gives up on having the right thing to say...
Date: 2009-02-22 06:36 am (UTC)Comrade, do you--I meant to say--...
no subject
Date: 2009-02-22 06:47 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-22 07:03 am (UTC)Private
Date: 2009-02-22 07:29 am (UTC)I don't want things between us toI don't regretI'm sorry. Not because it was you. Because I'm not that person.
Private
Date: 2009-02-22 08:18 am (UTC)when someone comes over and does all of that--...Usually I don't... I don't think that it's a good idea to get into situations like that.
So I don't get into situations like that.I mean--
Uh...
...
Are we... are we okay?
Private - Sylar doesn't know how to make/keep friends
Date: 2009-02-22 08:34 am (UTC)I want to forget it happened. Is that.. all right?
Private - Prefect thinks that repression is the smart solution to any awkward night of near sex!
Date: 2009-02-22 08:53 am (UTC)Private - Sylar is trying to skip over it really fast so neither can dwell
Date: 2009-02-22 11:32 am (UTC)I want your help later. Will you have time?
Private - Prefect is going to dwell anyway
Date: 2009-02-22 05:19 pm (UTC)I... is it about work? I sort of have all my breaks booked up today, so if it's not work then we'd have to leave it till tomorrow...
Private - assuming this is backdated a bit, so "few days" would bring up to present
Date: 2009-02-23 07:14 pm (UTC)Private
Date: 2009-02-23 07:42 pm (UTC)