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[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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[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?

[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.]

[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.]

[Prefect continued to grin wildly, his eyes widening more and more as he did so.]

I certainly have! Only, I try not to ever really finish if I don't have too, so I might start them up again in a few moments. I'm sorry you've run out of things to burn, fellow Citizen. Maybe you could use...

[He frowned, turning to look around the small office for things which Beatty could dispose of for him.]

... Hmm.

[This was clearly a very serious problem.]

[It was quite the predicament, and it might have turned serious. But Beatty ended it with a wave of his hand.] Honestly, I would rather get some food myself. It is tiring work, you understand.

Is there coffee made?

[Prefect immediately brightened! There was a problem he could easily solve!]

Of course! Please excuse me, I'll go and prepare you a cup! Do you take cream and sugar?

[Prefect buzzed around the room, assembling the needed parts for a cup of coffee.]

Black. Always black. [Following, Beatty grew tired just watching him move around. He sat down and leaned back, glancing behind him once in a paranoid sort of way.]

I only hope these new prisoners won't be so much trouble. I always hate it when they don't know the rules.

[Having fixed Beatty his coffee, Prefect skittered back towards the other officer and handed it over to him.]

I believe that they'll be excellent additions to our group! They seem to be quite placid and not too violent so far!

[Beatty took the coffee with a small nod of acknowledgment. Thanks was unnecessary.]

Do you know how many we have? [He stood up again, pacing the room.] I do believe we have enough accommodations for them. We do want our guests to enjoy their stay here.

[Prefect responded to Beatty's pacing by hovering eagerly a few feet away from him.]

I believe we have six at the present time, but if we begin running out of space then we can always double them up? Or we can move some of them to alternative accommodations.

[Beatty, who really did like his personal space, just gave Prefect an annoyed sort of look, but...well, it was something he had gotten used to.]

If we double them up, we run the risk of them killing each other. And, while normally I wouldn't protest that, the Master seems to have some of these in high priority.

[Prefect continues to hover, obviously oblivious to Beatty's personal space issues. He... seems to have sort of stopped blinking.]

Well, maybe what we have to do is to put them two to a cell, but chain them to opposite sides of the cell, so they can't get at each other? Or perhaps we could find some medical restraints from alternative facilities, and straight jacket a few of them?

A sound idea. Maybe we can find some gags, as well, as I am getting tired of hearing them gripe at each other all the time. [Beatty pulled a pack of cigarettes from his back pocket, taking one out and offering it to Prefect.]

Maybe I should take a few...outside...with me one day.

[Prefect was less keen on that idea. He needed the prisoners to keep him company!] I... will certainly see what I can requisition for us, on that front, Comra--Citizen!

[Prefect waved a hand, rejecting the offer of a cigarette, before hesitating, as Beatty suggested...]

Uh...Well, I suppose... maybe you could?

[Pause]

Would you burn them?

[Beatty just began to laugh again, pausing only to light the cigarette. The laugh dissolved into a kind of snicker, then, as if what Prefect suggested was just so absurd.]

You know I can't answer that. ["Can't" in this circumstance meant "won't."]

But I will not go against the Master's orders.

[Prefect frowns a little more, this is a rather worrying topic of conversation. He clears his throat and forces a grin.]

Oh yes, well, maybe when the issue of overcrowding arises we could consider whether or not to take that option.

[Still grinning like a Jackal.]

[Beatty nodded and sipped at his coffee idly, considering if that would be a good option. Deciding that yes, it could be, he leaned against the wall.]

Oh yes. We can sit down properly and talk about it. Now then, off of this subject. [He put down the coffee and clapped his hands together, raising a bit of ash from the impact.]

Isn't it almost time to make another round?

[Prefect brightened visibly at the suggestion of making another round of the prisoners cells]

Why yes, I believe it is! Would you care to accompany me?

[If there was one thing he liked about being here, it was watching Prefect interact with the prisoners. With a grin, he finished up his coffee and nodded.]

Of course. Lead the way!

[And Prefect liked interacting with the prisoners! So everybody wins! Setting off toward the holding cells, Prefect begins his usual routine of greetings, mindless blathering, and quiet acceptance of the assorted abuse which gets shouted at him.]

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Fried, even!

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That is the sound of absolute happiness

Damn right it is!

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THAT FACE

HE IS SUSPICIOUS.

...he probably should be

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