Prefect

Comrades, this? Is why television is better than books. No one ever got sucked into a television, and even if they had? They could have just walked off the set and later sued the producers.

Books can't do anything that television can't do better. They're less colorful, they don't have moving images or words, they don't come with their own music, you can only do one thing at a time when reading a book, and there are numerous other design faults not least of which is that people apparently can be sucked into them and forced to participate!

In the Factory there were 708 channels and frequencies broadcasting into the Western Production lines, and we wanted for nothing.

Sam? Comrade?

I was just wondering if you could come and finish off some paperwork for me in re: "Your recent requisition of the Factory's stock."

I just need a few signatures, and I wouldn't want to waste your time, but it is important to me. To our files.

[Private to Harvey]

Comrade! Guess what!

Man, you know what totally bites? Geography, geography totally bites. It's like, just some teachers who think we should have to like, work and stuff, but I'd rather be like, totally working out in the gym or something. Or, listening to U2.

...with some hot chick. Or... my friends. Or something.

So, like, what's everyone doing after graduation? We should totally have a party or something...


ooc: Youtube? Seriously catherine? YEAH, I MEANT TO TYPE U2, I HAVE NO IDEA HOW I FAILED TO DO THAT.

Owwwww.

That was great. Why don't we get drunk together more often? Anyway, listen Comrades, I'm hungover and I have paperwork to do, so someone come up with a distraction for me!

[Prefect dashes down the stairs after Sam in a state of nigh panic, glancing over his shoulder as he finally escapes from the death trap level. There is literally no way this floor could be as bad as the last one was...

Turning back to face Sam, Prefect feels a sudden flutter of affection in his stomach. Why he'd even been worried he doesn't know now, of course Sam would get them through the traps eventually, it's all part of his wardens quiet, controlling charm. Now is not the time to think about Sams strange new attractiveness though, he should probably try to find Peter! Running around like a little boy can not be a good idea right now, so Prefect takes off into the corridor, stealing a wistful glance over his shoulder to check if Sam is looking at him as he goes to look for Peter.]

I want to go home. I want to be with the things I love again.
I know what you think when you see me, you think I'm weird,
You think that because I chose obedience that means I don't deserve freedom
You think no one'll miss me, you think there's no one too miss me,
Just some big, empty place full of regulations and products and nothing else.
Or maybe that's all I am, empty space full of regulations.

But you have your own damn regulations! Someone else made all of yours as well, and you still follow them just as diligently, because if you didn't then you might have less conviction when you dismiss mine.

When you dismiss me.

Professionalism does not negate humanity! I belong to the Factory, I chose the Factory, I love the Factory!

And just because you don't think it should be here doesn't mean I will stop carrying it with me. Just because you don't understand it or me, doesn't mean that I will ever change. Even if you hate me for it.


I think this flood is worse than I thought it was.


OOC: Prefect wrote this, looked at it, went: "WTH?" and scribbled it all out rightquick! You can pick out bits of it if your character wants to look hard, but no one can get a full reading of it due to some crazyscribbling!

Also - Santa? Or Admiral? Or.. whoever? If anyone asks for a gift for me? please give them the exact monetary value of that gift.

Thank you

- Prefect

Comrades! Consumers!

We are sinking now into troubled times, the life boats are distant and the flood waters are rushing in and drowning seems oh so inevitable! Can there be a solution? Can there be a cure!

Probably not, but if you enter these turbulent days with an encyclopedic collection of belongings, then even god himself will have to acknowledge that you're probably feeling a bit better than all those people who forgot to stock up on cheaply made sports equipment and ugly ironic fashion accessories!

Brothers and sisters! Let the fear of what is to come not grip you, or let it grip you, but just enough to make you go on pointless spending spree's! Forget all your yesterdays, forget all personal slights, apart from those which you have committed and are yet to be payed back for, remember your business deals, and come buy with me today!

For we go forwards into an unclear future, and the only thing that can heal your inner wounds, is the art of commerce.

Buy with me today, and we might both feel better!




... Wait, that came out all wrong...

...damn it.

[ooc: Prefect might not be very chatty in the comments after this, so don't feel slighted if he only answers one or two tags, or none at all.]

[Private]

Breathing, Breathing, Breathing, right, so that was just a dream, a dream...

"Why has no one ever loved me"?

[/Private]

Brothers, sisters, I believe we are in the throws of some kind of masse telepathic communication system, let your past be my past be the foundations on which a mutually beneficial future is built! Comrades let us not be bogged down by one another disturbing last thoughts and gristly demises, but rather welcome this deeper level of understanding of one another.

Because seriously, there is no way my brain would have come to this without a little outside intervention.

...

Why can't I unthink it?

Hey, I don't know if any of you know, but I offer a tutoring service that's proved to be really effective with some of the people I've worked for, and, well, as we're all friends here, so no charge for anyone struggling with their work right now if you're interested.

I mean, we don't want anyone to have to miss the dance over grades do we?