013 - [Voice] - It's an island paradise, right?

[hatestriangles]

Hey, warden, where are you? I actually want to get off the good ship rehab sometime, even if it means I've got to spend more time with you. I mean, I don't even give a shit if it turns out to be freaking "Death Island" or whatever. I'm sick of being cooped up here, and who knows when the next port's going to be, right?

[Added later, after Arthur

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[Spam]

[sharpememory]

[And Barron's walking back from the other side of the island, still shoeless. It turns out that the other side of the island, amazingly, is simply more island. And not only that, he's come back to find that Prefect is gone. Missing. Presumably hiding from trees and "cavemen".

But oh, that's the shape of someone in the distance. Someone that Barron vaugely recognizes. He still remembers the slightly gruesome story that Perry told once. About a man called Bill. Time to call out to him.] Hey, Perry? Perry Dawsey?

[Spam] - Lo, and some stuff was assumed~

[hatestriangles]

[Perry has just been wandering around exploring since he left Sveta. The place isn't like anywhere he's ever been in real life, and honestly? He hasn't really seen any downsides yet. Apart from the food thing, but he figures he can catch some fish or something. How hard can it be, right? Anyway, for now? He's stripped down to his boxers and has been swimming. The water is warm and he's feeling good. No warden, no (immediately obvious) deadly surprises. A day or two of this can only be good.

Then he hears someone calling his name and turns around. It's someone he vaguely recognises, but he can't remember the name right now. Something slightly weird... Shrug. Who cares? He looks at the guy and replies:] Yeah, that's me. What do you want?

[Spam] - Assumed like a boss.

[sharpememory]

Yeah, hello. [Now, to continue working towards Perry. Being on an island is not so comfortable without shoes. Barron walks to a decent speaking distance, before casually taking off his gloves, talking as he does so. It's slightly difficult, given the cast that's still on his right wrist. But the last thing he wants is for this guy to realize what Barron was seriously considering doing. But they weren't on the barge. So by any conventional logic, Barron's powers should still work.]

Sorry, I'm kind of lost. You haven't seen a guy called Prefect, have you? He might be a bit drunk by now. [Barron looked expectantly at Perry, while putting his gloves into his pocket.]

[Spam]

[hatestriangles]

[Perry watches the guy come closer, noticing the gloves but not thinking much of it. It's a little weird, but he has other things on his mind; he's painfully aware of the nasty scarring in various places over his otherwise very healthy musculature. He doesn't show it, crossing his arms over his chest instead, but the fact the guy can easily see almost all of his scar tissue irritates him.]

I haven't seen anyone but the warden I came down here with, man. [His voice is pretty cold and he does not look amused that Barron's there.] I was enjoying the peace and quiet.

[greatlightother]

...you promise?

I'll take you this once.

[hatestriangles]

Yeah, I'll be a regular little angel, blondie, I swear. [Pause.] I'm not even being sarcastic. I'll behave.

[greatlightother]

Great! Then I'll meet you on deck and you can come with me.

[hatestriangles]

See you there.

[And he's up on deck waiting. This port? Looking better and better. No Arthur, a beach, Sveta as supervision. She wouldn't be a problem if he wanted to go off by himself.]