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buywithmeComrades! Consumers! Let us never be disheartened by recent traumas and let us remember that this kind of thing happens all the time here. We lose our identities, and we turn on each other, and we forget who we are, and we vanish into the aether and we... we continue, Comrades. We persist.
I've started to think that when the floods aren't too traumatic, and when we don't fall overboard into ports that want to kill us, and when people aren't trying to kill one another quite so enthusiastically, and when the vampires aren't starving and when there are no bears around...
...
I don't think I hate it here anymore.
Sometimes... sometimes, someone'll say something, or do something, or ask me to do something, and... I'll know that it's wrong. I'll know that there's a regulation against it somewhere, but... I don't remember what it is anymore. I don't remember why I can't do it anymore. I still miss my home. I miss the Factory, but sometimes I don't-- I don't remember what it is I miss about it. The details are fuzzy, I can't pick them out as well anymore.
It scares me, Comrades, but this place is starting to feel like my home.
[Filtered away from people who he knows won't want him to have alcohol]
There is very little I wouldn't do for something to drink, right now.
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Message Number 100, issued. It seems like such a small number, when I've been here so long.
I've started to think that when the floods aren't too traumatic, and when we don't fall overboard into ports that want to kill us, and when people aren't trying to kill one another quite so enthusiastically, and when the vampires aren't starving and when there are no bears around...
...
I don't think I hate it here anymore.
Sometimes... sometimes, someone'll say something, or do something, or ask me to do something, and... I'll know that it's wrong. I'll know that there's a regulation against it somewhere, but... I don't remember what it is anymore. I don't remember why I can't do it anymore. I still miss my home. I miss the Factory, but sometimes I don't-- I don't remember what it is I miss about it. The details are fuzzy, I can't pick them out as well anymore.
It scares me, Comrades, but this place is starting to feel like my home.
[Filtered away from people who he knows won't want him to have alcohol]
There is very little I wouldn't do for something to drink, right now.
Private to self
Message Number 100, issued. It seems like such a small number, when I've been here so long.
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Private - Spam? Post O'Brien?
Date: 2010-04-22 02:16 am (UTC)Private - Works for me!
Date: 2010-04-22 02:46 am (UTC)[Knock knock knock!]
Spam!
Date: 2010-04-22 01:04 pm (UTC)Comrade! Come in!
[He gestures to the room behind him, where a half a bottle of some kind of incredibly unpleasant alcohol which has apparently been swiped from Masterworld sits beside another waiting mug.
Also, Prefect appears to have gained a healthy and flourishing Rose Bush since your last visit. He's a little weird like that.]
Spam!
Date: 2010-04-22 10:43 pm (UTC)Hey, nice to see you again.
[Harvey looks from the alcohol to the Rose Bush then back to the alcohol. He's pretty damn sure it would kill the plant.]
So, what're we drinking?
Spam!
Date: 2010-04-23 12:12 am (UTC)[Prefect smiles and takes a drink from his mug, apparently not noticing or caring how bad it tastes. Maybe his severe alcohol abuse has killed off his taste buds. It's hard to tell.]
I'm not sure... exactly what it is, I got it off Shego, but it's strong! Help yourself.
[Apparently, strong is synonymous for "good" in Prefect's book.]
Spam!
Date: 2010-04-23 02:06 am (UTC)Great.
[He responded, small smile on his face.]
Spam! - What? You don't like mystery alcohol, Harv?
Date: 2010-04-23 02:27 am (UTC)So... Two-Face came out again? I thought he was... I don't know, Comrade. Gone, I guess?
Spam! - I don't like mystery alcohol that's shoe polish. :x
Date: 2010-04-23 02:48 am (UTC)Yeah. He did. [Pause] He's never really gone. He's always in my head.
Spam!
Date: 2010-04-23 11:19 pm (UTC)Is he still the same, Comrade? Still just as... well, just as angry?
[He wondered idly if graduating had magically soothed the inner villain.]
Spam!
Date: 2010-04-24 01:06 am (UTC)[Harvey took another sip of the drain cleaner alcohol.]
He hasn't changed since he appeared.
Spam!
Date: 2010-04-24 01:15 am (UTC)Is he... I don't know, Comrade. Is he louder than he used to be?
Spam!
Date: 2010-04-24 04:04 am (UTC)He's a bit less powerful. I think graduation helped me more than it helped him. But he's still there.
Spam!
Date: 2010-04-25 12:23 am (UTC)If it helped you then it helped him as well, Brother. He probably didn't appreciate it as much, but he's still part of you.
Spam!
Date: 2010-04-25 02:03 am (UTC)[Harvey sighed.]
It's been a pretty hard month.
Re: Spam!
Date: 2010-04-25 02:13 am (UTC)[Prefect mirrors the sigh as well, before taking a drink of his mystery drink]
Re: Spam!
Date: 2010-04-25 03:52 am (UTC)Spam!
Date: 2010-04-25 03:57 am (UTC)He was... Joker's warden, wasn't he? Last time he was here I mean?
Spam!
Date: 2010-04-25 04:19 am (UTC)Now he's an inmate though. Thank God.
Spam!
Date: 2010-04-26 01:37 am (UTC)Good. I bet it takes him longer than it took you to graduate.
[Because it's obviously a competition, and Harvey is one of life's winners.]
Spam!
Date: 2010-04-26 03:22 am (UTC)[Because yeah, it's totally a competition and also Crane's a buttface. Harvey takes a bigger sip of his drain killer alcohol to help prove his point.]
Spam!
Date: 2010-04-26 03:40 am (UTC)[Pause, and Prefect frowns. Because despite having said yes, he didn't really know that.]
Wait, what did he do?
[He drinks in time with Harvey. Big drain cleaner sip is go!]
Spam!
Date: 2010-04-26 04:16 am (UTC)[He frowned, shifting slightly.]
He tried to hurt Rachel. That's why I know all this, she told me.