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[buywithme]

[Video clicks on, and it's... Barron? Probably? He's standing in one of the corridors in the Barge and looking sort of bemused.]

Comrades, I realise this probably seems like a strange thing to need help with, but I'm just...

[He turns around, staring off down the corridor, with an expression of increasingly dismayed puzzlement on his face.]

All of these corridors look the same, and I don't... I don't remember which direction I was coming from. Or where... any of the things that I know are here are...

[Prefect and Barron had a FULL BODYSWAP, which means Prefect gets Barron's body, and his tragically swiss cheesed version of a memory. He doesn't actually remember that he's not supposed to look like this.]

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[Private]

[sharpememory]

Coconut.

Houston, we have a problem..

[Private]

[buywithme]

I... what? Who's Houston?

[staring staring staring... and slowly he lifts a (disturbingly bare) hand to touch his cheek, almost contemplatively.

That face you're wearing... Prefect feels strangely jealous.]

[Private]

[sharpememory]

It's just a reference, man. Also I'm gonna bring you over some gloves. Having you wander around like that is weird.

[Private]

[buywithme]

Oh. Right. Well, I appreciate that a lot, uh... it's Jim, isn't it?

[ONE SECOND. GLOVES. WHY WOULD JIM WANT HIM TO WEAR GLOVES?]

Wait, Barron? Do you-- you look different, Comrade.

[Private]

[sharpememory]

Yes, it's Barron. And yeah, I look different. I look like you.

[Private]

[buywithme]

No, Comrade, I have curly hair and a darker complexion than you.

Look.

[He holds back the camera, and smiles.]

I feel a little uncomfortable with this, but I am pretty certain that I am very attractive right now.

[Private]

[sharpememory]

No, man. I look like how you normally look and you look like how I-

[Pause. Wheels, they are turning.] Oh. Right. Um, just for kicks, could you tell me what we did last Tuesday?

[Private]

[buywithme]

Last Tuesday?

[DOT DOT DOT]

Did we have a deep and meaningful conversation about your feelings?

[Private]

[sharpememory]

Yeah? Over what kind of drink?

[Private]

[buywithme]

...

Beer?

[PREFECT IT WAS CLEARLY GIN, YOU ARE A TERRIBLE LIAR.]

[Private]

[sharpememory]

God. I think you've got my memory thing, man.

[Private]

[buywithme]

You mean like, the amnesia?

[PAUSE. That would explain a few things.]

I guess it really doesn't seem like such a big deal when it's happening to you...

[Private]

[sharpememory]

Yeah, well. Your photographic memory is kind of creepy. I can remember a lot of people fucking with me, which is kind of depressing.

[Private]

[buywithme]

It's not photographic.

[PAUSE]

But, Comrade, do you remember what you first liked about Daenica? Things about your brothers? From when you were a child?

[Private]

[sharpememory]

Dude, it so is. I can remember all kinds of crazy shit.

[Pause.] Yeah, well. I can. It's kind of fucked up, but it's there. It's like instead of having the normal bits, everything is in these lines. But the lines don't make a lot of sense, because I didn't know stuff at the time.

[Private]

[buywithme]

That's just what it's like to have memories, Comrade.

[Oh man, this is really strange.]

You mean, you remember things happening in order? Instead of with big gaps in what's happened to you?

[Pauuuuuuse]

Do you want to come over?

[Private]

[sharpememory]

I don't reckon it is. I think you just have a really good memory. I remember lots of stuff, mostly in order.

[Pause.] I could. Should I bring some of your gin?

[Private]

[buywithme]

Everyone remembers a lot of things, and everyone remembers them in order, Comrade. More or less, at least.

You... you could bring some gin. This is kind of confusing now, actually. But yes, come over and bring gin.

[Private]

[sharpememory]

I don't know, man. It's weird.

Alright. Just make sure you don't talk to Dawsey or anything while I'm walking over.

[Private]

[buywithme]

I won't talk to them. Come soon, Comrade.

[And Prefect will just be sort of... fidgeting, and worrying, and waiting for Barron to get here.]

[Private]

[sharpememory]

[Barron arrives quickly, because Prefect is in his room. With his journal. Oh dear, paranoia.]

[He knocks on the door.] Prefect?

[Private]

[buywithme]

[Prefect answers after the first knock. He didn't even think to check Barron's journal, or do any snooping, but... yeah, he's still not wearing gloves. He steps back quickly to let Barron in, and lifts a hand to sexily gyrate your own naked palm right in front of you.

aka, give a little wave.]

Comrade, Come in! Come in. I was... I was reading the memory board.

[It's alarming how much of the memory board Prefect doesn't remember right now.]

[Private]

[sharpememory]

[Barron just kind of stares at his own palm, brain going completely blank for a moment. Wow. That was not what he expected this morning.]

Gloves, please. [Barron said. Prefect needed those things on like, five minutes ago. Barron walked over to the memory board, really not wanting to look at himself dressing. It was too weird.]

Oh, man. I remember when we put most of this thing together.

[Private]

[buywithme]

Gloves? Oh, right, yes... where do you keep them? [Prefect went to Barron's desk, and began shuffling his sexy naked hands through all of Barron's things]

Really? You remember that?

[Prefect glanced over, a little dubiously.]

How do you feel about it now?

[Private]

[sharpememory]

Um. [Prefect, that is very distracting.] Second draw on the dresser.

[Which was now going to get touched as well. Dammit. Time to stare intently at the board and pretend that it wasn't happening.]

Now I can just see everything that's missing. It's depressing.