FLOOD!

[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.]

Comments

SPAM

[umgekehrt]

Gin from the pub, maybe?

[His face has gone all distant and impassive. If Prefect remembers this it'll be a good vector gone bad, but that's life.]

You'll need to eat, of course.

SPAM

[buywithme]

[Well, this is veering very swiftly from surprising and inconsiderate but not unfriendly, into... something else.

He tries to formulate words, and succeeds in making an uncomfortable little noise that sounds a bit like an injured duck.

Wait. Just give him a minute. Words. He'll get words back soon.]

SPAM

[umgekehrt]

...Comrade, I'm sorry. Want someone else on food delivery?

SPAM

[buywithme]

[It takes him a moment, but... actually, when he speaks, he does sound kind of angry.]

If I want food I'll go get it myself, Comrade.

SPAM

[umgekehrt]

[He's hardly going to pretend he didn't buy and pay for that anger, so.]

Fair enough. Please look after yourself, while the flood's on. And after.

SPAM

[buywithme]

Because people might take advantage of the fact that I'm vulnerable right now.

[And... yep, that part was snapped. It's not so much the kissing that's got him as it is... the fact that he's managed to connect the kissing to everything Stildyne just said about him needing to be careful because of all the things that everyone else will do.]

Re: SPAM

[umgekehrt]

Moreso than they already have, possibly.

[His gaze doesn't waver. He's ashamed, certainly, but he's not going to make a production of it.]

SPAM

[buywithme]

[Prefect doesn't un-tense. He waits for a moment, like the last apology didn't quite sink in and he's expecting another one. Then, fairly abruptly, he closes the door in Stildyne's face.]

SPAM

[umgekehrt]

[He half hopes that Prefect forgets all of it.

Though he's having difficulty telling himself that he'd be able to with any success.

And leaves.]