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[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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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.]

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

[He knocks on the door.] Prefect?

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[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.]

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[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.

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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?

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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.