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097 // WHERE'S. MY. DESK? [Accidental Voice]

[So, Sam had gone to Prefect's room, communicator in hand, to make sure he'd gotten word of the Inmate AA thing. But what he finds... is horrifying enough to make him drop his comm. It clicks on, unbeknownst to him.]

Where's your bed?

[Pause.]

Where's-- There was a bed. Here. And-- and pillows. Here. Sheets... were supposed to be there. And there. And the box spring-- What have you done with it?!

[Longer pause.]

Am I-- am I seeing things, or is that rosebush...

[AND THAT'S ALL YOU GET.]

[OOC: Sort of a callback to Sam's "WHERE'S MY DESK?!?!" scene in the first episode :c This is me just making fun of myself for SOMEHOW FAILING TO NOTICE that Prefect hasn't had a bed. For a year. LOLOL.]

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[Prefect looks a little surprised, he hasn't had a bed in a while.]

Comrade, I... I sold that. I thought you knew.

[And now he's defensive.]

And why can't I have a rosebush? You're the one who keeps encouraging me to garden, in various capacities.

I always thought it was just... [He waves a hand at some boxes.] Obscured.

[Then, a sigh.]

I'm not gonna tell you that you can't have a rosebush, Prefect. Just-- it's huge. Sorta... [He looks at it, KIND OF IMPRESSED.] taking over the room.

[Prefect shakes his head, pityingly.] No, Comrade. I've not had a bed for some time.

[And then he tenses again, because he's protective of his giant ~~symbol of obsessive love~~ rosebush.]

It's not taking over, it's just... healthy. Flourishing, even, Comrade. [He looks at the giant rosebush, and a sort of a half smile creeps onto his face, then he chases his away as his defensiveness kicks back in.]

Who'd you sell it to? [He looks at him.] And why didn't you just... ask me for another?

Yeah... I can see that. [He walks over to it, looking it up and down.] So long as it doesn't... ask you to feed it, I don't have a problem. I'm surprised, is all. [He looks at Prefect, and he takes that creepy smile as something HOPEFUL AND ENCOURAGING. He grins at him. OH SAM. You failure.] You've really got a green thumb, y'know.

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[Prefect shrugs, because he's helpful like that] All kinds of people. Anyway, Comrade, it seemed... somehow inappropriate to ask you for a new bed when I'd disposed of the old one without any input from you.

[He watches Sam approach the rosebush, a little bit suspiciously.] I don't know, Comrade. This one was easy to take care of. I just had to keep it watered and keep giving it a little attention, and then it was just a matter of waiting for it to start flowering. [Prefect lets his eyes drift to the big rosebush again, and he smiles again.] It's always flowering now.

Wonder if you even have room for another right now... [Bed, that is. He walks away from the rose bush and stands in the middle of the room awkwardly, crossing his arms.] I'll get you another. You shouldn't be sleeping on the floor like that.

And the plant's, uh. Nice, Prefect. You've done a good job with it. [Pause.] Listen, I came here to talk to you about something.

[Prefect frowns. Why would he possibly need another-- oh. Bed. Right. He turns to glance across at Sam, and waits patiently for his warden to get to the point.]

[RIGHT, THEN. Sam continues.]

Dunno if you've had a chance to talk to anyone about this, but... There's this group starting up. Just people getting together, talking about their experiences. I won't be involved, and you won't have to say a thing to me about what goes on in your group. It'll all be confidential. A place where you can vent. [He offers a smile and tries to be joking about this.] And you can tell 'em all about how unfair I am, if you want.

I think it's a good opportunity for you to meet people who can relate to some of the things you've gone through.

[Prefect frowns, as Sam begins to describe his mad fancy, and he's shaking his head before his warden even finishes the sales pitch.]

I don't want to do that, Comrade. I don't even know why you might think I would want to do that.

[He sighs.] Yeah, I didn't think you would, but I thought I'd throw it out there. Just... check out Paddy's post and think on it yourself, all right? I'm not gonna force it or anything, just know that it's there for you if you ever need it.

[Prefect is feeling generous, so he does reach for his journal and flicks through it to find Paddy's post. It's long though, and Prefect doesn't particularly like Paddy. He shoots Sam a dirty look, as though he is somehow responsible for this.]

[Sam crosses his arms and WATCHES.]

Oh. Well, that's not good.

I've got a spare bed if Prefect needs it.

What, like in the TARDIS?

[OH, DUH, WHERE ELSE WOULD IT BE.]

That'd be brilliant, Doctor.

Fantastic!

...

I'll need help moving it. Can you spare a few hours or so?

[Jokingly:] What, you can't just warp it in here?

[Cough.] Er, right. Yeah, I can help.

Spoken like someone who has never tried to operate even the simplest piece of teleportation technology. Knowing the Barge and the various problems here, it probably won't work.

What floor is Prefect's room on, by the way?

You're dead on with that one, Doctor.

Level Four.

Oh, wonderful! I'm on that level! This should make it easier then!

Thank God we don't have to haul it around the stairs. I'll be there in a second, Doctor.

I'm in room eight. My room and the TARDIS are unlocked, feel free to enter.

...Wait, someone's missing their bed? How does th- I maen, I can understand elsewhere, seeing with different circumstances and all, but. I thought beds sort of came with this whole. Deal. Here. ...On the Barge.

Yeah, uh-- they do, er... I'm getting a new one for him.

[Awkward pause.]

He sold the last one.

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