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Mar. 27th, 2009 01:47 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
buywithmeComrades! Consumers! Haven't we had a flood of unfamiliar faces lately? Well allow me to personally greet each and every one of you to the Barge. My name is Prefect, and I am the sole operator of the Factories single outlet here.
Comrades, I know this may be difficult for you, I know that you've awoken in a strange new place, far from home, I know you feel pressured and dominated and confused, but brothers, sisters, do not let your hearts be troubled. This place will tear at your minds and your hearts, destroy your body and each time allow you to rise from the ashes of that flesh like a scalding phoenix from the flames, it is a place forever in flux, forever changing. It is impermanent. The only way now to anchor ourselves is to build our own physical empires, Comrades, you are no longer your body or your mind or your primitive notions of soul, you are only what you surround yourself with! That is what abides, that is what remains.
So Comrades, Consumers, Brothers and Sisters, do not dwell in the realm of ever fleeting consciousness, but rather buy with me, the building blocks of who or what you are so that when your mind is torn away from you your foundations are still firm! Bicycles, balaclavas, ballet shoes, blue-ray players, boxer shorts, bottles, berets, baskets, basketballs, just a small number of the things we currently have in stock, and Comrades if we are unable to find what you require in our existing stores then rest assured, our staff will do literally whatever is possible to acquire what you need elsewhere, and all of this for the lowest prices possible.
Comrades, in the hours of your discontent, in the moments when this place at the end of time and space and history tries to drag you apart, ask yourself this:
Will I be lost? Will I be the one who falls first with no solid hold to grip onto? Will my mind be the first not to return?
Comrades, do not let it be so. Buy with me today, and we shall chain ourselves to this reality with the endless glory of commerce and products, in this ever fluctuating reality, we shall build our own, buy with me now, and make it so.
[Private to Jayne]
Comrade? I've been asked to contact you on behalf of someone who wishes to remain anonymous.
Comrades, I know this may be difficult for you, I know that you've awoken in a strange new place, far from home, I know you feel pressured and dominated and confused, but brothers, sisters, do not let your hearts be troubled. This place will tear at your minds and your hearts, destroy your body and each time allow you to rise from the ashes of that flesh like a scalding phoenix from the flames, it is a place forever in flux, forever changing. It is impermanent. The only way now to anchor ourselves is to build our own physical empires, Comrades, you are no longer your body or your mind or your primitive notions of soul, you are only what you surround yourself with! That is what abides, that is what remains.
So Comrades, Consumers, Brothers and Sisters, do not dwell in the realm of ever fleeting consciousness, but rather buy with me, the building blocks of who or what you are so that when your mind is torn away from you your foundations are still firm! Bicycles, balaclavas, ballet shoes, blue-ray players, boxer shorts, bottles, berets, baskets, basketballs, just a small number of the things we currently have in stock, and Comrades if we are unable to find what you require in our existing stores then rest assured, our staff will do literally whatever is possible to acquire what you need elsewhere, and all of this for the lowest prices possible.
Comrades, in the hours of your discontent, in the moments when this place at the end of time and space and history tries to drag you apart, ask yourself this:
Will I be lost? Will I be the one who falls first with no solid hold to grip onto? Will my mind be the first not to return?
Comrades, do not let it be so. Buy with me today, and we shall chain ourselves to this reality with the endless glory of commerce and products, in this ever fluctuating reality, we shall build our own, buy with me now, and make it so.
[Private to Jayne]
Comrade? I've been asked to contact you on behalf of someone who wishes to remain anonymous.
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Date: 2009-03-28 07:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-28 09:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-28 09:43 pm (UTC)Sometimes stuff is just stuff, Prefect.
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Date: 2009-03-28 09:45 pm (UTC)Maybe the stuff is what brings you back.
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Date: 2009-03-28 09:52 pm (UTC)A pile of products, it's different from those really significant things. I buy 500 biro pens from you, let's say, just 'cause I wanted to purchase something. When the wrong flood hits, I'm not gonna look at those pens and remember who I am. I'm gonna look at my badge, or the cigarette card my dad gave me...
Am I making any sense to you at all?
1/2 - He knows you're right.
Date: 2009-03-28 09:56 pm (UTC)2/2 - But the FAAACCCCTTTOOOORRRYYYY!!!
Date: 2009-03-28 09:57 pm (UTC)1/2
Date: 2009-03-28 09:58 pm (UTC)2/2
Date: 2009-03-28 09:58 pm (UTC)No, Prefect, I do not want 500 Biros.
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Date: 2009-03-28 10:03 pm (UTC)1/2
Date: 2009-03-28 10:08 pm (UTC)2/2
Date: 2009-03-28 10:10 pm (UTC)Don't you have one thing that's special to you? I mean, one thing that's special in a way that isn't connected to the Factory, but it's all yours, tied up in a memory that you never want to let go of?
1/2 - The beloved scarf :c
Date: 2009-03-28 10:13 pm (UTC)2/2 - And here's where he decides he has to sell it. AND THE BELOVED PLANT FROM SAM.
Date: 2009-03-28 10:14 pm (UTC)Private
Date: 2009-03-28 10:30 pm (UTC)And what do you mean by 'get better'?
Private and Sylar
Date: 2009-03-28 10:34 pm (UTC)I'm just going to get back to normal.
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Date: 2009-03-28 10:37 pm (UTC)Private
Date: 2009-03-28 10:46 pm (UTC)I had to choose who I was going to be, so, I have to be right for the Factory again.
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Date: 2009-03-28 11:14 pm (UTC)Prefect? It's Sam; open up.
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Date: 2009-03-28 11:26 pm (UTC)Yes, Comrade?
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Date: 2009-03-28 11:32 pm (UTC)I want you to tell me everything, starting with who convinced you that you suddenly had to make a choice?
[Sam's not playing nice today]
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Date: 2009-03-28 11:43 pm (UTC)I just... there isn't anything to tell.
[Okay, so right now he's trying to decide whether or not client confidentiality extends to Sylar in this situation.]
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Date: 2009-03-28 11:52 pm (UTC)[His voice is sharper and more authoritative than usual, like when he's dealing with a particularly difficult witness]
Look at me, and tell me the truth.
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Date: 2009-03-29 12:05 am (UTC)We were just-- we were playing chess, and we just... we just talked about it.
[That's putting it particularly gently. Prefect takes a great interest in his shoes as he gives this answer. He clears his throat a little.]
We talked about it, and... I just... had to choose.
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Date: 2009-03-29 02:54 am (UTC)Yeah? And who's "we"?
[He crosses his arms over his chest, then pauses, looks down for a moment and loops his thumbs in his pockets, to try to adopt a less stand-offish stance. Then, he looks at Prefect again]
Why? Why did you 'have' to choose?
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