Death on a First Date

So we all know each other's... well buried secrets.

Except, I imagine that they're still quite well buried. They all came at once - and unless you put the effort in to go back and read everyone's... it's hard to remember who said what, except the people you were really paying attention to. Especially if you were trying to control the damage someone else was doing, or making huge confessions of our own.

[Warden filter, minus Jane]

Two questions, everyone:

Does anyone have any... technology I could borrow have? Nothing dangerous or lethal. It doesn't even have to be useful. Just anything that post-dates either Victor, or tractors. Some are for him, some are for other purposes.

Secondly, does anyone have... children? Just as a query.


[Filtered to Prefect, Narvin, any other painfully bureaucratic wardens]

Um.

Is there something you need to do or fill in when an inmate graduates? Like... something official?

I'd hate to miss any formalities and you seem the sort of gentlemen who would know.

[Private to the Admiral]

I'd like to change my deal. I'd like, specifically, the following Univisual paints:

[INSERT LONG LIST OF hue-brightness-saturation NUMBERS HERE]

Many thanks in advance.

[Private to Jane]

Victor's going to graduate.

I... I think I might go home. mostly to punch dad.

Stop me, if you want. I'm not sure why, I just feel like... the longer I stay here, the more complacent I get.

I... asked for my deal to be changed back to the original. I supposed that was the less selfish option.

Do what you like with yours, but I'd... please think of Dorien.

Come to my room tonight.

[Private to Victor]

Did you have that conversation with Rex?

And... I hope you don't think I'm too much of a bad man. For... everything with Violet.

[Private to George]

I'm sorry if I was... short with you. I didn't realise that...

Things work differently at home, I think.

[There is an awkward, stiff cough, and a shot of the eighth floor common room. A young, very smartly dressed, man appears on screen, and he straightens his tie, then offers a small wave,]

Hello!

This remote viewer is tiny, and... well, I never thought a remote viewer could watch you. Fascinating! [He grins, a touch nervously,] So if you're watching, hello! oh, I already said that...

I'm Edward Russett, but you can call me Eddie. I'm not quite sure whether this is the equivalent of Useful Work or a Pointless Task, but I'm sure I'll find out soon enough.

Who are the local Prefects? What're they like? I imagine I'll be the Red Prefect here.

[awkward pause whilst he ponders whether to ask or not, then he directs the camera to a lightbulb nearby]

This is going to sound silly, but can I have some lightglobes? There's no natural light in my room. I... [slight nervous intake of breath. Dammit, night terrors.] I need a source of light.