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[Video clicks on at an odd angle, it's pointed upwards and is recording from the floor, where it's just been dropped. Prefect is leaning heavily against a wall, staring into space blankly. His eyes are slightly glazed, and as he lowers himself to run his hand across the floor, searching for the dropped journal, he doesn't bother to look down at it.

His hand finally brushes against the journal, and after a couple of minutes fumbling, the screen is covered by his palm. The video lurches as Prefect finally picks up the journal, and there's a brief shot of his palm running across the wall of his cabin, searching for the door handle out of his room.

Finally, the door opens, and the camera points down, just transmitting a shot of the floor as Prefect moves very, very carefully across the corridor. The shot of the floor stops, and changes direction as Prefect tries to navigate his way to the infirmary.]



[ooc: Prefect's power is seeing Auras. And nothing else. So basically, he can see GLOWING SHAPES OF LIGHT when people are in front of him, but other than that? ALL IS DARK, so he doesn't know that the journal has switched on at all. Feel free to yell at him through the journal, or spam at him in the corridor!]

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[Prefect's grip on O'Brien tightened slightly as he proceeded down the stairs with him. He was trying to listen to the conversation, but he also really didn't want to fall down the stairs.]

Uh, I don't... I'm not sure, Comrade. Maybe it's to do with body temperature?

[Not that O'Brien felt particularly cold to him.]

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[He paused to help Prefect with a handful more stairs, as two things at once was probably more difficult.]

Possibly. Have you seen anyone else?

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[Prefect bit his lip and shook his head, still focusing on navigating the stairs. He didn't want to insist on going too slowly.]

Not up close. Just you and The Marquis.

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Does it work on video, by any chance, comrade?

[He was quite tempted to try that somehow when they got to his room, and slowed down a little for Prefect.]

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I'm not sure, Brother. I... don't know, reliably when I've been looking at the screen of my journal.

[He slid his hand down the bannister ahead of him slightly, searching for the end of it, to give himself an idea of how many steps remained.]

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[O'Brien didn't notice him doing that, so couldn't give him an answer. But there were about four left.]

Perhaps we can work that out later, comrade. For reference's sake.

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[Prefect gave a little nod, continuing down the stairs.]

I'd be happy to do that, Comrade! You just... hold the journal up for me, and I'll tell you if I can see people or not.

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[After eventually reaching the bottom of the stairs, O'Brien readjusted his grip on Prefect,]

I'm sure we can work it out, comrade. Shouldn't be too difficult.

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[Prefect slid his foot a little way ahead of them across the floor, just checking that there were no more steps before moving forward. He turned his head towards O'Brien.]

Are we on your floor, Brother?

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Yes, comrade. It's not far from here.