[What can fairies do? Glamour. For the next hour, we've replaced your usual Chief Stildyne with Folgers Crystals a handsome, healthy young man with no scars to speak of and a voice that doesn't sound like rubble being stirred. He does, however, sound annoyed.]
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[Video clicks on, and Prefect... appears to be looking down at the communicator, while hanging upside down in mid air. He's got one arm locked around a table leg, and is keeping himself moderately close to the floor with it. Two fairies are hovvering just beneath him, yanking on his hair.]
I'm not certain that it made any difference to them.
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The tiny creature gives Stildyne a scathing hiss and bites down hard on his forefinger, with teeth... far sharper than you would expect a faerie to posses.
On the upside, receiving direct orders appears to have had a calming effect on Prefect, and his panicked flapping becomes notably subdued.]
Okay. Just don't let go, Comrade; I'm really not good at climbing down things.
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Well. That was a nice piece of useless temper. And shame on him, too.]
I've got you, comrade. Sorry about the startle. I don't mean it about the laps, obviously.
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[Prefect watched the faerie abruptly lose interest in biting Stildyne in favor of trying to worm itself free of his slightly tightened grasp. He didn't see what the problem was, personally. Stildyne's hand was quite comfortable, in a... calloused, unfamiliar way.]
This is a little strange, isn't it?
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I have had the oddest damn days of my life aboard this hulk. Why should today be any different. How are you feeling, there? Any sensation of pain or nausea?
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[Prefect peers down at Stildyne, a little thoughtfully.] Do you like it here, Comrade? So far, I mean. With all the oddness?
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[He considers options: he's turning up zeroes, so to fill the silence he answers.]
I've met good people here. The accommodations are comfortable, familiar. ...the political structure is frustrating. And some times this type of nonsense happens and I take it hard.
No. I don't like it here, but I don't hate it.
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[That might not have been a sound suggestion, but what was he supposed to do? There was a lot of blood rushing to his head right now. He glanced to Stildyne a little thoughtfully, after his response.]
You should try not to worry about things like this, Comrade. They never last long, and usually people don't get seriously hurt. [Yes, because it is far more sensible to worry about things coming too near to your face. far more sensible.]
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[Which actually sounds gentle and reassuring, through the glamour; a small blessing. It never sounds reassuring when Stildyne says these things normally.]
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[Which didn't necessarily mean it hadn't happened, it just meant that it had only happened after he was good and passed out. Still... Stildyne seems to know what he's talking about, so Prefect shuts his eyes and waits.]
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It's almost exactly like hoisting a man over his head, except backwards. Stildyne scowls and keeps one arm locked around the man's hips as he levers his shoulders up, until he's roughly pointed the right direction. ]
So how do you like the barge. Comrade.
[He's breathing a little harder but otherwise seems fairly unfazed by the exertion.]
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Only then did Prefect deign to crack open his eyes and squint at the awkward position which they were presently trapped in.]
I... normally I quite like it. Not all of the things that happen in it, Comrade, but I like most of it.
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Now, let's get you free-standing-ish. Want to try getting your leg around the table again?
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[He casts a glance back towards the table again, then nods carefully.]
All right, Comrade. I can try that.
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