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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.]
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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Date: 2012-07-18 12:30 am (UTC)[Prefect's tone is slightly distant. The further back he thinks, the more blotches there are in his memory, but there are some things that don't go. Some things that are deeply rooted enough to weather this flood.]
When I was an inmate... one of the wardens shot an unarmed man in the leg, then attacked another inmate who was trying to administer medical care to him. There was no level zero, so inmates would be confined to their rooms indefinitely. I knew of one girl whose warden decided she was too dangerous to ever be let out. At one point, my own warden took away all of my belongings, my bed, my communicator, and then the electricity to my cabin.
[He's quiet for a moment, letting this sink in before he continues:]
So, Comrade, while I agree that there are people on this boat who are arrogant, and who are flawed, and who can't accept that they aren't better than the rest of us? I... can not accept that they are as big a problem as you think they are. Those people, whose actions and personalities grate on you, would still exist if they quit the barge and went to do some other job tomorrow, and you would stand as much chance of running into them out there as you do in here.
You can't only be here for the decent inmates, Brother. You've got to be here for the mad dogs, and the hotshots, and the ones who want the world to know how terrible they are, and all the wardens who come here, trying desperately to convince themselves and anyone else who's paying attention that they have any more of an idea than anyone else about how to save the soul of mass murderer from a world on the far side of the galaxy while trying to deal with having their identity picked apart over months and years. You've got to be here for the whole damn mess, Comrade. You've got too, because if you can't, then you really do have to find some way to say goodbye.
[This speech done, he pauses very briefly, then folds his arms over his chest, looking slightly insecure.]
And Comrade, I really, really hope that you can. Because I really don't want you to leave.
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Date: 2012-07-18 12:45 am (UTC)[He grinds his teeth a moment, shakes his head.
Then he takes Prefect by Baron's collar, tugs him in, and kisses him decisively.
And a bit more.
And lets him loose.]
Did you want something to eat?
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Date: 2012-07-18 01:03 am (UTC)He wants Stildyne not to talk like there's some kind of insurmountable wall between bad and good, or bad and worse. He wants him not to talk about the Barge like it's a lost cause. So he speaks forcefully:]
Comrade, this place--
[--saved me.
But he doesn't get to finish, and that's how his mouth ends up being open when Stildyne pulls him forward onto his lips.
Stildyne is kissing him. And Prefect can count how many people he's kissed in his life on one hand, and it's damp and still weird feeling (it's always weird feeling), and he can feel his heart hammering in his chest like a birds wings against the bars of a cage.
And a bit more.
And then he's let loose.
His face isn't just tinged with pink, it's flushed red with heat, and he brings a hand up to wipe his mouth and shakes his head quickly. He'll be able to formulate words in a moment.]
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Date: 2012-07-18 01:06 am (UTC)[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.
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Date: 2012-07-18 01:17 am (UTC)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.]
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Date: 2012-07-18 01:30 am (UTC)If I want food I'll go get it myself, Comrade.
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Date: 2012-07-18 01:33 am (UTC)Fair enough. Please look after yourself, while the flood's on. And after.
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Date: 2012-07-18 01:40 am (UTC)[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.]
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Date: 2012-07-18 01:55 am (UTC)[His gaze doesn't waver. He's ashamed, certainly, but he's not going to make a production of it.]
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Date: 2012-07-18 02:08 am (UTC)Though he's having difficulty telling himself that he'd be able to with any success.
And leaves.]