Video - SECOND HIJACK
[Video clicks on, and Prefect is sitting in a slightly cleaned up, but still slightly scorched bedroom. He's still dressed in clothes he borrowed from the Doctor, but he's clean shaven again, and while his expression is ponderous, he looks to be more or less calm.]
Comrades, I know that this has happened before, but does anyone else think that it's slightly suspect that the journal system is presumably malfunctioning so shortly after-- [STATIC, STATIC] --plete blackout? Comr-- [STATIC] --onsumers! These are the--[STATIC STATIC STATIC AND WHO DO WE HAVE HERE?]
[The image of Prefect is replaced by video footage of a man who... well, who looks remarkably like Prefect. He's got glasses on, and a little more stubble... but he's definitely got kind of a Prefectish look to him.
...and he appears to be talking to someone off Camera.]
All I'm saying is, we've had three solar flares in the last week, this transmission is coming from the dead center of the Bermuda triangle, and your childhood friend just happens to be doing a local ultrasound survey? No. Nuh uh. Not buying this as a coincidence.
[There's a woman's voice from somewhere off camera, and not!prefect sounds indignant.]
The truth might be out there! Look, I'm not saying it definitely is, but c'mon, you've gotta admit this is weird, right?
[The woman says something else, but the exact words are inaudible. Not!Prefect jabs a finger off camera, trying to demand her attention.]
Hey! This has nothing to do with the X-files marathon that was on last night! And... E.T. just so happens to be a great movie, with... with many valuable anthropological insights!
[His volume increases slightly towards the end, as if he's trying to project his voice to a swiftly retreating audience, but it's too late. Whoever he was talking to has clearly ragequit the conversation. Not!Prefect gives an irritable little huff, and lets his shoulders sag.
There's more static, and the video returns to regular Prefect, who is just... staring blankly now. Just staring and staring. Way to have a new clone, Prefect.]
Comrades, I know that this has happened before, but does anyone else think that it's slightly suspect that the journal system is presumably malfunctioning so shortly after-- [STATIC, STATIC] --plete blackout? Comr-- [STATIC] --onsumers! These are the--[STATIC STATIC STATIC AND WHO DO WE HAVE HERE?]
[The image of Prefect is replaced by video footage of a man who... well, who looks remarkably like Prefect. He's got glasses on, and a little more stubble... but he's definitely got kind of a Prefectish look to him.
...and he appears to be talking to someone off Camera.]
All I'm saying is, we've had three solar flares in the last week, this transmission is coming from the dead center of the Bermuda triangle, and your childhood friend just happens to be doing a local ultrasound survey? No. Nuh uh. Not buying this as a coincidence.
[There's a woman's voice from somewhere off camera, and not!prefect sounds indignant.]
The truth might be out there! Look, I'm not saying it definitely is, but c'mon, you've gotta admit this is weird, right?
[The woman says something else, but the exact words are inaudible. Not!Prefect jabs a finger off camera, trying to demand her attention.]
Hey! This has nothing to do with the X-files marathon that was on last night! And... E.T. just so happens to be a great movie, with... with many valuable anthropological insights!
[His volume increases slightly towards the end, as if he's trying to project his voice to a swiftly retreating audience, but it's too late. Whoever he was talking to has clearly ragequit the conversation. Not!Prefect gives an irritable little huff, and lets his shoulders sag.
There's more static, and the video returns to regular Prefect, who is just... staring blankly now. Just staring and staring. Way to have a new clone, Prefect.]