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MIRROR PREFECT RIDES
[Video in motion! Prefect is roaming the halls as he makes this post, filming the corridors ahead of him as he paces through them. His voice is breathless and happy, excited.]
Attention passengers, nothing to worry about!
[He suddenly makes a BRRRRRRRR noise, with his mouth, and gives the Camera a shake.]
Attention all passengers, this is absolutely positively not a flood! But go check on your inmates all the same!
[He gives a loud, open laugh, hyena-like.]
Nothing out of the ordinary, just a little bit of turbulence, and right now I'm prepared to give you an amazing discount off the price of the Brooklyn Bridge, if there are any takers?
[Prefect laughs again, and this time it's definitely more of a cackle. The camera's still pointing ahead of him, and he's still walking, speeding up a little bit.]
So there's a flood on, or if it's not a flood then it's a breach or an invasion or an adjustment of our course and we're hurtling into the sun, or the hull is slowly beginning to disintegrate and one by one we're all going to fall out and empty our lungs into the vaccuum and maybe someone will actually die for a change. [He starts humming now, turning into a stairwell and leaping down in one jump. London bridge is falling down.] But most likely it's just a flood. So tell me: [The camera twists around to focus back on Prefect. He's grinning, and his eyes are wild and... pretty scary.] Have we grown horns? Have we grown old? Are we our fathers or mothers or friends or lovers? Have we all turned into monsters? Whoooooo are you? Who are we all today?
[His eyes flick up then, and he frowns, looking off down the corridor. The Camera twists, looking forward again, and Prefect picks up speed.]
And more importantly: Where are you? Come out come out, Comrades!
[An instant later, something sends the communicator crashing to the floor and out of Prefect's hands, and the feed ends.]
Attention passengers, nothing to worry about!
[He suddenly makes a BRRRRRRRR noise, with his mouth, and gives the Camera a shake.]
Attention all passengers, this is absolutely positively not a flood! But go check on your inmates all the same!
[He gives a loud, open laugh, hyena-like.]
Nothing out of the ordinary, just a little bit of turbulence, and right now I'm prepared to give you an amazing discount off the price of the Brooklyn Bridge, if there are any takers?
[Prefect laughs again, and this time it's definitely more of a cackle. The camera's still pointing ahead of him, and he's still walking, speeding up a little bit.]
So there's a flood on, or if it's not a flood then it's a breach or an invasion or an adjustment of our course and we're hurtling into the sun, or the hull is slowly beginning to disintegrate and one by one we're all going to fall out and empty our lungs into the vaccuum and maybe someone will actually die for a change. [He starts humming now, turning into a stairwell and leaping down in one jump. London bridge is falling down.] But most likely it's just a flood. So tell me: [The camera twists around to focus back on Prefect. He's grinning, and his eyes are wild and... pretty scary.] Have we grown horns? Have we grown old? Are we our fathers or mothers or friends or lovers? Have we all turned into monsters? Whoooooo are you? Who are we all today?
[His eyes flick up then, and he frowns, looking off down the corridor. The Camera twists, looking forward again, and Prefect picks up speed.]
And more importantly: Where are you? Come out come out, Comrades!
[An instant later, something sends the communicator crashing to the floor and out of Prefect's hands, and the feed ends.]
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[AT THE TOP OF HIS LUNGS NOW:]
ADMIRAL, I INSIST YOU RESTORE BARRON SHARPE'S ABILITIES TO THEIR PEAK!
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Wow. Okay. [Pause.] So what do we do now?
[Barron's thought process: don't freak out, don't freak out. Roll with it.]
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Admiral? Take his gloves away as well.
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[Barron really doesn't want naked hands. So naked. :c]
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[No gloves for you, Bro.]
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