[Prefect doesn't really want to think about the wildflowers.]
Boring. Colourful. Like weeds look.
[About a third of that answer was true. He focus's more on the second part of the question.]
The rest of the world looked bad Comrade. There's nothing left there, no where else to go. For the workers, you have to let them think that the world is still good, so they believe they can go somewhere better if they work hard, we don't get taught that. [He shakes his head and takes another drink, before looking at Sam directly as if to pass on a very, very important piece of information.] Comrade, the world out there is very bad now. We need the Factory.
[Prefect gives Sam his best sales smile. He's trained for people trying to talk about things he can't sell them.]
Comrade, colour should be more than nature can produce! More than God alone can offer! More than anything that grows in the mere acidic earth outside! No Comrade, if you want flowers, you want flowers in colours that defy belief! [And now the gesturing begins-] Electric blue Daffodils! Neon orange Poppies! Lime green Roses! Brother, why settle for anything less than the impossible? Why stop at the blandness of the straggling remnants of accidental splices of nature? Why stop at anything less than everything? [Gesture, and did he just spill his Gin? Prefect leans forward to look at where it will have ended up.] Hm. Yes, you should... you should get flowers from the Factory. I used to grow flowers.
[Was there another question? Prefect has a feeling there might have been, but he's wasted enough Gin while talking, so he decides to drink more instead of trying to remember.]
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Date: 2008-11-20 06:30 pm (UTC)ACTION
Date: 2008-11-20 06:40 pm (UTC)Boring. Colourful. Like weeds look.
[About a third of that answer was true. He focus's more on the second part of the question.]
The rest of the world looked bad Comrade. There's nothing left there, no where else to go. For the workers, you have to let them think that the world is still good, so they believe they can go somewhere better if they work hard, we don't get taught that. [He shakes his head and takes another drink, before looking at Sam directly as if to pass on a very, very important piece of information.] Comrade, the world out there is very bad now. We need the Factory.
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Date: 2008-11-20 06:56 pm (UTC)[He listens to what Prefect has to say, but doesn't have much to pounce on except:] What made it 'bad'?
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Date: 2008-11-20 11:28 pm (UTC)Comrade, colour should be more than nature can produce! More than God alone can offer! More than anything that grows in the mere acidic earth outside! No Comrade, if you want flowers, you want flowers in colours that defy belief! [And now the gesturing begins-] Electric blue Daffodils! Neon orange Poppies! Lime green Roses! Brother, why settle for anything less than the impossible? Why stop at the blandness of the straggling remnants of accidental splices of nature? Why stop at anything less than everything? [Gesture, and did he just spill his Gin? Prefect leans forward to look at where it will have ended up.] Hm. Yes, you should... you should get flowers from the Factory. I used to grow flowers.
[Was there another question? Prefect has a feeling there might have been, but he's wasted enough Gin while talking, so he decides to drink more instead of trying to remember.]