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Prefect ([personal profile] buywithme) wrote2011-02-07 10:38 pm

Video

[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!]

Spam!

[identity profile] impure-tale.livejournal.com 2011-02-07 10:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[Who happens to be coming back from walking the dog? This guy, of course! He's noticing there's a little fraying on Renate's leash and he can't really decide if his new fingernail is responsible for this or not. Likely is. He's cut himself twice already.]

Prefect?
Edited 2011-02-07 22:43 (UTC)

Re: Spam!

[identity profile] buywithme.livejournal.com 2011-02-07 10:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[OH FUCK FUCK FUCK MASSIVE GLOWING BALL OF CRIMSON LIGHT! Prefect takes a half a step backwards, eyes fixed on the firey shape in front of him, hesitating briefly when it said his name.]

What?

[identity profile] equalsfive.livejournal.com 2011-02-07 10:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Comrade?

[slightly louder,]

Comrade?!

Re: Spam!

[identity profile] impure-tale.livejournal.com 2011-02-07 10:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[He's...not focusing, and that's concerning. Renate lays her ears back and whines]

Are you all right?
darknessb4me: (swish)

[personal profile] darknessb4me 2011-02-07 10:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[Bored, very unconcerned.]

You'd better not be brainwashed by something, Prefect.

Spam!

[identity profile] buywithme.livejournal.com 2011-02-07 10:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[French Accent + Dog noises = MARQUIS. Prefect relaxes visibly, and furrows his eyebrows in confusion. None of this makes sense.]

I'm... I'm not sure, Comrade. I can't... I woke up today with my vision severely impaired.

[identity profile] buywithme.livejournal.com 2011-02-07 10:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[O'Brien?]

Comrade?

[The Camera twists. Why yes, he is turning around to look for you in the corridor. Despite being blind. Prefect is a little slow.]

Are you there, Comrade?

[identity profile] buywithme.livejournal.com 2011-02-07 11:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Comrade, I haven't been brainwashed in literally weeks.

[Pause. The camera shifts, and suddenly you get an EXTREME CLOSE UP of Prefect's ear. He's just checking that you're talking to him over the journal and not in real life.]

It was longer before that.

[identity profile] equalsfive.livejournal.com 2011-02-07 11:09 pm (UTC)(link)
No, comrade! I'm on your communicator!

[he's shouting so Prefect can hear.]

What's wrong?

[identity profile] buywithme.livejournal.com 2011-02-07 11:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh! [The communicator shifts up, it's still pointed at the floor, but Prefect feels his way across it, his thumb covering the lens briefly, before shifting off again, with the camera now pointed roughly in his direction.] Is this all right, Comrade?

[He pauses for a moment, before looking slightly sheepish.] I... I'm having a little trouble with my eyesight, Comrade. There's a flood on, isn't there?

Re: Spam!

[identity profile] impure-tale.livejournal.com 2011-02-07 11:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Yes, we're having a flood. Where are you trying to go, and why didn't you call for help?

[identity profile] equalsfive.livejournal.com 2011-02-07 11:26 pm (UTC)(link)
There is, yes, comrade.

I didn't realise anyone had gone... blind, is it? [He's frowning over here, not that you can see.]

It's a weird flood.

Spam!

[identity profile] buywithme.livejournal.com 2011-02-07 11:35 pm (UTC)(link)
It's a flood? [Prefect raised his eyebrows, then smiled slightly.] Oh, then... I probably don't need to go to the infirmary? [He paused, then reached up to scratch the back of his neck a little awkwardly.] I didn't... I thought it might be better, if this was going to be a long term problem, that I didn't say anything until I knew what was wrong.

[identity profile] buywithme.livejournal.com 2011-02-07 11:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Not... not entirely? But yes, Comrade, essentially, I've gone blind. [He moves to lean against the wall, and slides down to sit against it.]

What's happened to you?
darknessb4me: (beyond this place)

[personal profile] darknessb4me 2011-02-07 11:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, I'm convinced.

[He claps his hands sharply to get Prefect's attention.]

Eyes on the journal. How many fingers?

[He holds up no fingers. Because he's a dick.]

[identity profile] equalsfive.livejournal.com 2011-02-07 11:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[Well, now he's awkward about telling you.]

I have strange desires to go and fix bicycles. But I can't find any.

[identity profile] buywithme.livejournal.com 2011-02-07 11:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[Prefect's head turns quickly, so now you get an EXTREME CLOSE UP of his eyes, not quite focusing on the screen of the journal.]

Fffffffo--three?

[You seem like a three fingers kind of guy, Arthas.]
darknessb4me: (oh no u dint)

[personal profile] darknessb4me 2011-02-08 12:01 am (UTC)(link)
No. You'd better hope this is the flood, because if it isn't you should probably kill yourself and see if the Death Toll fixes it.

[identity profile] buywithme.livejournal.com 2011-02-08 12:04 am (UTC)(link)
[FROWN, like this is a totally important problem.]

I'm sorry to hear that, Comrade. Maybe you could ask if anyone on board has one they need repairing?

[identity profile] buywithme.livejournal.com 2011-02-08 12:09 am (UTC)(link)
[Prefect brings a hand up to his face, and his eyes flick forward, staring blankly into space. He doesn't look too worried, but hearing that makes him a little tense.]

It'll be the flood. There isn't... it doesn't make sense for it to be anything else. Nothing causes instant blindness.

[Probably.]

Have you been effected?

[identity profile] equalsfive.livejournal.com 2011-02-08 12:12 am (UTC)(link)
Comrade, you're blind! That's hardly a pressing concern by comparison.

Can you see anything?

[identity profile] doctor-scarf.livejournal.com 2011-02-08 12:16 am (UTC)(link)
[The Doctor's shouting now.]

ARE YOU ALRIGHT?

[identity profile] buywithme.livejournal.com 2011-02-08 12:19 am (UTC)(link)
I can see... lights. Sometimes they're bright, but usually they're faint. When I ran into the Marquis, there was one that was huge, Comrade. Like a fire.

Other than that, everything's black.

[identity profile] buywithme.livejournal.com 2011-02-08 12:21 am (UTC)(link)
[The camera swivvels around again, before coming up to point... sorta just over Prefects shoulder.]

Comrade! Hello! Yes! I'm okay, I'm just... thinking about going to the infirmary.

[identity profile] equalsfive.livejournal.com 2011-02-08 12:25 am (UTC)(link)
That's strange.

Do you need some help, comrade?

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