Closed Log

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Who: Prefect, Barron, Kirk, Toshiko, and Rrrrrrinzler!
What: Flood finding of each other, and then party in level Zero!
When: Throughout the flood
Where: In the corridors, and in Zero
Warnings: Sad people, incredibly irritated people, dumb people, hopefully lolz!

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PREFECT AND RINZLER FIND EACH OTHER.

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[Prefect wasn't looking for Rinzler. He was looking for board games, to try and put his real inmate back together again. He'd noticed the weird pulling sensation in his chest, the feeling that all was not well, but he didn't have time to pay attention to it right now.

His warden item, the old police radio, crackled at his belt, announcing something inaudible, as Prefect tucked the sets of cluedo and monopoly he'd found under his arm, and turned into a stairwell.]

PREFECT AND RINZLER FIND EACH OTHER.

[ifightfor]

[Rinzler did not want to think about the implications of another flood so soon after the last one. He'd been keeping strictly to his usual schedule and out of the way of other residents of the Barge to avoid any awkward questions, simply trying to regain something like normal equilibrium before something came along to throw it all off again.

The Barge being the Barge, there wasn't any real chance of that.

As (Barge-driven) chance would have it, the Program ducked into the same stairwell Prefect chose, not more than a landing above the Warden. He vaulted over the railing

this is wrong this is wrong something's wrong

and missed smashing into Prefect by inches as a wave of disorientation hit him midjump. What the fuuuu]

Re: PREFECT AND RINZLER FIND EACH OTHER.

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[Prefect had been on the barge for so long, that he felt like he should be able to take figures flying through the air towards him with an air of godlike calm by now. It wasn't as if they were going to actually kill him if they hit him in the face and broke his spine, after all.

Sadly, his actual reaction was somewhat less bad ass. Prefect let out a startled yelp, and darted back away from the program, stumbling as he did so.]

Wait, stop! [He threw his hands up, his expression automatically panicked:] Comrade, I assure you I am not prowling the halls hunting to victims! That is really not something I do in any context outside of the mirrorverse flood!

PREFECT AND RINZLER FIND EACH OTHER.

[ifightfor]

[Fortunately, the Program looked in no shape to attack anyone as he picked himself up off the floor, one hand pressed against his helmet and his normal growl sounding decidedly off-kilter--rather like an engine about to throw a cylinder.

Rinzler straightened slowly, taking a step toward Prefect and removing the hand from his head. Almost miraculously, the noise accompanying him dropped into its normal registers and his circuits brightened.

...He stopped in place, cocking his head to one side and looking, if anything, as put out as something with no visible face could. Took a long step back--taking him out of five feet of Prefect--and immediately flinched as if struck.

The Barge was terrible.]

Destination, [he demanded of Prefect, annoyed by discomfort and in no real hurry to correct the assumption he'd been about to jump the Warden.]

WHOLE GROUP: DERPY BOARD GAMES

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Personally, [Prefect said, as he peered mistrustfully at his cards], I think this game is a deductive classic. Where I'm from, there are four feature films and a cartoon series based on it. [Also, having to remember what combination of rooms, weapons, and murderers you'd already guessed might give Barron a bit of practice in a situation where he could use his memory.] I don't know why anyone wouldn't like Cluedo.

[Prefect began to hum the theme tune to "Miss Peacock and the Clue Catchers" under his breath, as he waited for someone to roll the dice.]

WHOLE GROUP: DERPY BOARD GAMES

[sharpememory]

[Barron as a matter of fact didn't like Cluedo. He'd never played an entire game through. His mother had insisted that it was a game that the Feds put out to entrap workers, but there seemed to be significant differences in the layout of this version of the game.]

It's not very clever, that's probably why some people don't like it. [Barron said after a long moment, giving the board a serious look.] I mean, why would any of those people hang around in the house just after they killed someone?

Re: WHOLE GROUP: DERPY BOARD GAMES

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They hang around because whoever leaves before the mystery is solved will look like the murderer! [Prefect replied, because obviously that was how murders worked.] And whatever household object they took with them would be the murder weapon, be it candlestick, rope, or piece of lead piping.

[He surveyed the board seriously. He should probably play Cluedo more often, it was probably a good learning experience for Barge life.]

WHOLE GROUP: DERPY BOARD GAMES

[ifightfor]

[Rinzler, by his nature, loved games. Mentioning them was enough to catch his attention regardless of what he was doing, but this particular situation is enough to take the luster off of even his favorite pastime.

And deductive reasoning about fictional Users murdering other fictional Users was not really what he wanted to be doing when actual murder of actual Users was growing rapidly more appealing the longer he was stuck in Zero with all of them.

He eyed the cards in his hands and contributed a disheartened clicking noise to the ongoing conversation.]

WHOLE GROUP: Awkward sleeping arrangements.

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I don't mind sharing a blanket with someone. [Prefect offered, helpfully. After all, he'd had the foresight to 'borrow' an armful of O'Brien's blankets from the washing earlier that day. They had plenty.] But I think that since this is technically Barron's cell, and everyone else here is just visiting, he should be allowed to sleep on the bunk.

Re: WHOLE GROUP: Awkward sleeping arrangements.

[hopeless_hacker]

[Toshiko had already locked herself into the cell next door. She had worked out that if she took the bed closest to the conecting wall, she could just about manage without falling foul of the five-foot rule. Fuck this flood.]

Re: WHOLE GROUP: Awkward sleeping arrangements.

[captain_jtkirk]

[As Kirk was maybe the only one here out of his own free will, he didn't have much of a problem with sleeping on the floor. As he could in theory just stand up and go back to his own quarters for the night but he didn't, as he had promised to help Prefect in anyway that he could and it just felt mean if he were to get up and walk off.]

"I'll sleep on the floor. It'll be good for my back."

WHOLE GROUP: Awkward sleeping arrangements.

[sharpememory]

I think that we should share a blanket. I don't care about the bunk. [Barron said to Prefect, since he'd decided that it was going to be far easier to continue trying to get close to him compared to his new warden.] As long as you keep your gloves on, if you know what I mean.

[He was only half joking. Prefect during the last flood had been so creepy.]

TOSH & KIRK - semi-closed? WE'LL SEE.

[hopeless_hacker]

Monday evening and she was going out of her mind. Twenty-four hours with people she liked was enough to fray her nerves, and although she didn't dislike Prefect he was not good company for any extended length of time. And she hated Barron for killing O'Brien, even if she didn't like O'Brien much either.

Wearily, she took out her communicator and tapped out a message to Kirk. He was only about ten feet away, but she didn't want to start a spoken conversation that other people might think they could participate in.

Given that I'm here indefinitely and unable to die permanently, I would have thought it would be impossible to feel like my time was being wasted. It looks like I was wrong.

Re: TOSH & KIRK - ask first :| hahaha

[captain_jtkirk]

That message made him smirk a little bit. Jim glanced up at her for a moment before tapping out a response to her.

You mean that hanging out in Zero isn't your idea of a good time?

[hopeless_hacker]

If Prefect gets out another board game, it will be Miss Sato in the interrogation room with the steel-framed chair.

[captain_jtkirk]

Jim actually snorted at that. Hoping that no one was really paying attention to him, he kept his eyes firmly on the PADD in his lap. If anyone asked, he was going to lie and say it was Shego.

I'll try to discourage it the next time I see one. But why so tightly wound, Miss Sato?

ANYONE: Spontaneous art therapy with Rinzler.

[ifightfor]

[Most of the Program's time, when not in hibernate mode or struggling through group board games, has been spent sitting in his corner of the cell with all the chalk liberated from the art therapy room.

He's been very slowly making the walls look right, which means covering them laboriously in Grid-code no more than a half-inch high. As of now, since he hasn't bothered to eat or move other than when Prefect absolutely needs to go somewhere else, he's managed to cover most of one wall within a foot of the ceiling and has begun on the second.]

ANYONE: Spontaneous art therapy with Rinzler.

[sharpememory]

[Barron wasn't feeling particularly well disposed towards Rinzler at the moment, mainly because he found him more than a little bit creepy. But hey, if he was going to be stuck in zero with this guy, he was at least going to try to be civil. Even if the grid pattern looked like gibberish to him.]

It looks like you're about to start the biggest game of naughts and crosses ever. [Barron said, giving the grid a serious look.] Either that or start playing Tetris.

ANYONE: Spontaneous art therapy with Rinzler.

[ifightfor]

[He'd started filling in pixels and hexes and hashes here and there, writing down the data about the cell's occupants that would populate the walls if this were a proper cell on the Grid.

It was still more sparse than it should be, and hideously static. A mockery of the living Grid. But it's familiar and gave Rinzler a way to mentally remove himself from close proximity from everyone else in the cell and when Barron speaks up that lovely state of temporary exile pops like a soap bubble.

The Program at least doesn't sigh, just drops the hand holding his current piece of chalk to his side and rounds his shoulders. Then straightens and turns to look at Barron, before drawing a question mark on one of the remaining pieces of clear wall and pointing at it.]