Video/Open Jail Spam

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[Citizens Channel, Easily hackable]

[Video clicks on, and Prefect is grinning widely at the camera. He looks slightly haggard and slightly more malnourished, but his eyes glow with the fevered light of one who is completely indoctrinated and loving it. He locks both arms over his head, stretches, and begins:]

Citizens! Companions!

Is today not a glorious day to live in the service of our Lord and Master? The sun is high in the sky, the gaseous clouds which plunged us into perpetual twilight last fall are almost entirely receded, we may soon be having a permenant change in the weather, and all prisoners remain in excellent health!

[Oh he's so proud of that! He's practically glowing with happiness! Then he jabs a finger towards the screen.]

And to all of you pamphleteers and would be revolutionaries and assassins? Well, I'll almost certainly be seeing all of you soon!

[He grins so widely it looks like he's going to break something, before reaching forward to kill the feed.]


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[Glancing down at his watch, Prefect notes that in exactly three minutes and forty two seconds, it's time for the prisoners to be fed. Grabbing the cart which contains the meagre rations the prisoners survive upon, he sets off towards the holding cells.]

[OOC: Anyone in the jail? Political prisoners/roaming guards/newly arrested bitches/anyone who's in the jail for any reason at all and would like to spam? Feel free to hit me up, multiple threads welcomed!]

[Edited to add: In a note for his fellow prison officers:]

Fellow servants of our Lord and Masters, I'm... I had a troubling conversation with someone recently, would you mind giving me your thoughts on this?

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[O'Brien spots Prefect in the corridors, still getting used to this prison, but wandering around with the air of calm authority he is much more used to, even if Prefect is pretty much his direct superior,]

Comrade!

[He gives Prefect a slight nod,] Your broadcast was exceptionally concise and well presented. I must commend you on your dedication, comrade.

RIGHT AFTER I POSTED THIS, I SAW THE TWO OTHER PRISON SPAMS DIRECTLY BELOW IT, AND FELT BAD :C

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[Prefect turns to the prison's newest recruit, faltering slightly at being called Comrade rather than Citizen, but grinning widely none the less!]

Why thank you, fellow Citizen! Anything to elevate the glory of our Lord and Master!

[He does a little spin of happiness, keys jingling at his belt.]

And how are you finding your new responsibilities!

SALRIGHT. AFTER I POSTED, I SAW THE OTHER TWO AND FELT BAD TOO. we can have lots of prison stuffs

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[O'Brien nods and decides he likes (as much as O'Brien likes anyone) this Prefect more than the one he knows.] Very well, comrade. Never short of anything to do, and that's the way it should be run.

[A pause]

Does Comrade Beatty always burn things outside? Isn't that a waste of resources?

PRISON IS THE BEST! THEY NEED ALL THE LOGS!

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[Prefect continues to grin, his eyes widening even more than before as he listens to O'Brien. He nods happily at the mans comments.]

Yes, yes! It is very important that we dedicate all that we can to upholding the greatness of his name! Forgive me, you'll have to remind me exactly what duties you've been assigned?

[He nods enthusiastically at the other man's question about Beatty.]

Ah yes! He is really quite an expert pyrographer! As for waste? The way I see it, as the Master approves, so must we!

[una_persson]

[Hi, Prefect! Your BFF's erstwhile warden is quietly simmering in her cell.]

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[HI UNA! You like gruel right? Because you're totally getting some! Prefect wheels the cart of food alongside your cell and gives you a cheery smile!]

Greetings, Citizen! How are you doing today?

[He begins to fill up a bowl of delicious gruel for you.]

[una_persson]

[Oh god, that voice is like a spike through the skull. She winces visibly.]

I have a concussion and I've been thrown in prison. I'm just fantastic, Prefect.

[Ignoring the gruel. So very ignoring the gruel.]

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[Prefect slides the gruel into Una's cell. He's not entirely sure why she's talking to him like she's been here long enough for them to be familiar, but he certainly doesn't mind! Talking at the prisoners is 90% of the human contact he gets!]

You have a concussion? I'm very sorry to hear that. You know, one of our other residents is a Doctor? I'm sure he could give you some advice on how to make yourself feel better if you asked?

[BIG GRIN. WIDE EYES. IT'S LIKE HE QUIT SLEEPING A WEEK AGO OR SOMETHING?]

[he's got a citizen's communicator thingie, he can talk to him, yeah?]

[doeswhatido.livejournal.com]

[[He clears his throat.]]

What assassins?

[Yep!]

[buywithme.livejournal.com]

Any assassins! All assassins! Assassins who threaten our great and glorious Lord and Master!

[oh goodie, he thinks he's a citizen]

[doeswhatido.livejournal.com]

[[The tone is nervous, sheepish.]]

Will...what about the wall? Was it ever...finished? What if they get in, we aren't supposed to talk them, right?

[Colour us 100% fooled!]

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[The tone from this end isn't worried. It sounds joyful, singsong even.]

Don't worry about any of that, Citizen! All of it will be taken care of by the appropriate departments!

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[Beatty came in from outside after a while, spotting Prefect from around a corner. He approached, smelling like smoke and fire. What was he burning? The world may never know....]

Another successful morale boosting speech?

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[Prefect grins from ear to ear as Beatty enters the room, the sweet smell of smoke lifting his spirits even more!]

Most successful, fellow Citizen! I can almost feel the mood of the nation lifting, out there on the surface.

[Prefect gazes towards the doorway which Beatty has just come through, for a split second, his expression becoming longing, before snapping back to his demented grin.]

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[Beatty just laughed at that, shaking his head at his enthusiasm. He noted the look but could not identify it for now, so he let it slip from his memory.]

Well, have you finished your rounds here? I am quite done outside. Nothing left but ashes.

Unless...[He gave a look to the cells and sighed. No. That would not end well.]

forwahd-dated dahling

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[An arm in chainmail and leather - no plate, they took his fucking plate - is thrust between the bars. Bowl plz.]

The best KIND of dating!

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[Hello new prisoner! Hungry for some gruel are we? Prefect plops a bowl of gruel into the waiting hand, and grins at the prisoner.]

Greetings, Citizen! And how are you feeling today?

Not even carbon-dating? :O

[darknessb4me]

It's too warm in here.

[He flings the contents of the bowl at Prefect and retreats with the empty container.

There's a pause. He's never seen styrofoam.]

...What is this?

[He can't make any weapons out of this, dammit! The bowl flutters out and lands on the ground in the hall.]

Leave me alone. I don't eat.

PFFFT. PRISON LOGS ARE AWESOME. LET THERE BE ALL OF THEM.

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['Sup, Prefect. Have the most cheerful face in this joint. Oh hey, when you don't have to eat, don't have to sleep, and can overcompensate for your shortcomings to your heart's content, why shouldn't you be happy.

...Ignore the fact that Gabe's cheerful face looks like something about to gnaw your face off.]

So! How's the menu on the Green Mile these days? I gotta tell you, I could kill a guy for some cheesecake.

I WAS GOING TO EDIT MINE AWAY, but by the time I went to do so I had tags :X

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[Hey, Gabe! Prefect is not at all concerned by the fact that you clearly hate him to special degrees! He dishes you up some gruel all the same, and makes to slide it into your cell.]

The menu is still quite the same as it was yesterday, Citizen! Far more healthy and invigorating than any cake!

It's because we love you so much, Catharine.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[Gabe really wants to break your arm, Prefect, but HEY. He'll be nice. For the moment. And we like our Prefects not beated up for the time being and Gabe's singing is far more torturous than any broken limbs.]

Riiight. 'Cause you don't want us lookin' thin when you execute us, hm?

[equalsfive.livejournal.com]

Do not worry, comrade. It is probably resistance propaganda, designed to spread discord and unrest amongst us. Dismiss it.

Even if it is true, comrade, they will be erased just like every other person on that boat. We will all make sure of that.

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But, what happened to the Citizen with whom I was conversing? Could it be that the residents of the ship have emerged and captured him? Could it be that they now have access to our conversations?

Brother, what if they're coming?

[equalsfive.livejournal.com]

I suspect, comrade, he ran out of disinformation and propaganda to answer your questioning with.

If they are coming, we shall crush and eradicate them.

WAIT I'M OF THE DUMB; forgot this was citizens only

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