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?

Comments

[equalsfive.livejournal.com]

[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.

[una_persson]

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

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

[buywithme.livejournal.com]

[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!

[buywithme.livejournal.com]

[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.]

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

[doeswhatido.livejournal.com]

[[He clears his throat.]]

What assassins?

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

[equalsfive.livejournal.com]

[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?

[buywithme.livejournal.com]

[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?]

[una_persson]

[She glances down at the gruel and that's enough to set her stomach turning very uncomfortably.]

What kind of a doctor?

[It's said in a sort of "let's humour the crazy man" sort of tone.]

PRISON IS THE BEST! THEY NEED ALL THE LOGS!

[buywithme.livejournal.com]

[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!

[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?

[buywithme.livejournal.com]

[Prefect hears a lot of that kind of tone. He doesn't even notice it anymore. He just keeps right on grinning, leaning towards the bars.]

The kind that offends our Lord and Master and receives just punishment for it!

[happinessboys.livejournal.com]

[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?

[Colour us 100% fooled!]

[buywithme.livejournal.com]

[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!

[this is fucking beautiful ;_;]

[doeswhatido.livejournal.com]

[[He clears his throat.]]

Do we know what...w-w-weapons they have? What if...w-what if they have bombs!? There could be more in there than we think! N-Not...I'm. I'm scared for everyone, I'm so sorry. I just...worry about my family.

[buywithme.livejournal.com]

[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.]

forwahd-dated dahling

[darknessb4me]

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

[happinessboys.livejournal.com]

[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.]

[buywithme.livejournal.com]

[[Prefect might sound concerned for a split second before the blind faith returns to his voice]]

Don't worry, Comrade! As long as you and your family are loyal to our great and glorious Master, there is nothing in the world for you to fear! No weapons or bombs or soldiers could ever match the glorious might of the clenched fists of his troops!

[doeswhatido.livejournal.com]

Even if I saw a Citizen go on the Barge just earlier this morning?

The best KIND of dating!

[buywithme.livejournal.com]

[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?

[buywithme.livejournal.com]

[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.]

[buywithme.livejournal.com]

That can't be! Why would one of us do something like that? You must be mistaken, Citizen!

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.