Since there's not much to do on this ship at the moment, I'm willing to offer some services of mine. It could be company or something else, like interior design. I know quite a number of you are put off by the shrunken heads in the bathroom and I know of a way to make it less uncomfortable for you and your guests. The same can be said about having a painting watching you sleep. If you're interested, feel free to leave a message.

[A small chuckle is heard as he adjusts his position on his bed.]

Now, I wonder if the crew took care of bomb threat while everyone else was asleep. It would be unfortunate if any more passengers were injured by their negligence. Then again, I wouldn't be surprised if the 'minions' found them and took the damage for everyone's sake. They do more than we give them credit for, but I don't think they're able to acknowledge gratitude.

 This is the Once-ler. [He says it like it means something.] Seems like there's no complaint box anywhere, so I'm taking to whatever this is to vent my frustration. Keep up if you can.

Hey all.

[YAAAAAAWN. Lily only just woke up a few minutes ago! She sounds remarkably okay for someone that was just asleep for six months.]

So, like... apparently it's... December? And I was asleep since... J...une...?

[Pause.]

Super weird.

[Another pause.]

Thaaat meeeans it's almost Christmas! [The cheer is evident in her voice.] Christmas is the best holiday, except for my birthday! [A boat-wide holiday!] We should decorate. We should set up a tree and give presents and be merry!

What does everybody want for Christmas? Santa Lily is on the case!

Santa Lily? Lily Claus?

[Carter is covered in a thick layer of dust, as is the furniture around him. He coughs and a cloud of dust goes flying. ]

How--how long have I been asleep for? I had the weirdest dream... Is housekeeping gonna fix up my room? It's dust city in here.

[He swipes a hand over his hair and a blanket of dust tumbles off and powders around him. He coughs again.]

I've been quiet. I get the p-point. Jesus christo.

[All passengers may now return from their sleepy state!

Oh, you didn't know?

Your character fell into a deep, deep sleep (or whatever equivalent of sleep your character's species/model is susceptible to)!

Rowe is now piloting a VERY erratic course through some VERY strange waters. In fact, all characters will find themselves sleeping longer than usual. They're liable to fall into this restful, protective sleep for days, or weeks, when Rowe takes the ship to regions of this mysterious ocean deeply incompatible with your character's body. If your character needs to sleep for a while, that's alright! No permanent changes will come to them--other than the anxiety of waking up covered in dust if they're the nervous/neurotic sort...

Have fun!]

Evenin', passengers.

[Here's a voice you don't recognize. And a face too! He smiles into the camera.]

My Captain sends her regards and apologizes for the delay. But we're back on course and headin' full steam on to the Golden Shore.

[As the recording starts, viewers are greeted with a very bruised hand in front of a bed. The being behind the communicator twists his arm right and left, revealing one nasty bruise that circles around his wrist with a few spots of dried blood. The shrunken heads from the bathroom are rattling off about what has happened but San intentionally speaks over them in a strangely calm tone.]

It seems the crew has failed to inform us of a few details since our arrival. I wonder if this whole boat is infected with something or it was put in place to prevent any kind of mutiny from happening.

[The video shifts slightly, as if the holder was shrugging but keeps the camera on his hand.]

Carter, have you been able to get rid of these kind of bruises?

Hey! Sure is quiet around here! We should play a game!

A couple'a years ago on the Elegante, I got a bunch of people together to play Sardines! It's a game like hide and seek, 'cept only one person hides, and everybody else looks for them. Then when somebody finds the guy that's hiding, they hide with them! And it goes on and on like that until everybody is together! Last person to find the group is the loser. It was super fun, and everybody loved it! So I think we should play. Everybody is invited, just tell me if you're playing so I know!

I have a super good hiding place. Good luck guys!

[Welcome to a Lily Event, which is a thing I just made up right now! Rules are just like Lily explained. Characters can search in a group, or alone. I'll be posting a log shortly (this is an intro post only!), as well as a post in the OOC comm to explain how we determine the order in which she's found. Comment here with a number between 1 and 20! In the meantime, comment here with your character if they're going to play!]

[Here is a link to the first game of Sardines, way back at MS Elegante in 2010, to give you a feel of how the log will be. Stay tuned!]

[Link sounds a bit surprised as he shuffles the device in his hand.]

So apparently it's been seven months? Am I getting that right?

[Seven months on a boat with no way home, it was rather jarring a thought.]

If I am...uhm. Next month is a big celebration for my people. I kind of missed last years...and I'd like to be able to do something, at least, this year.

[It was like having a slice of home, actually. That and it felt wrong not to, even if he knew the person for whom the celebration was about personally.]

I know I don't normally talk on here on anything.

And that I hide away a lot but goddesses there are so many new people....

But I was wondering if anyone was interested in helping me...set up something. It's a big thing to my people and it really feels wrong not to do it. Also it's...kind of like an anniversary for me, I guess.

[An anniversary of when his life became complicated and, yeah, Link shoved those thoughts aside.]

Right. That's all I had to say.

What am I even thinking....

[The audio cuts out with a sigh.]

H-hey, guys! Long time, uh. Long time no se-- chat. Sorry I've been... quiet.

[Ben... you know, he never looks GREAT, but he looks a lot less great than usual. He's got a deep, black bruise on his cheekbone, but it isn't swollen at all... if anything, he looks more gaunt than usual. For a guy that's maybe a hundred and forty pounds sopping wet, it's a little scary. The lights in his room are pretty low, but he's back lit by his porthole window.]

Question for the masses: is, um, i-is everyone feeling all right? I've, uh. Kinda been hiding out because I felt under the weather, but... I thought I'd sleep it off, and it never... really, um. Offed.

I started to think, I, um. You know, hadn't... airwaves've been kinda quiet? And I was worried. Maybe there's something going around, and that's... I dunno. I, I, um. Sorta. I f-fell earlier, and normally I don't bruise, but, uh.

[He gestures at the black patch on his face. He is telling the truth, at least. Mostly.]

If anyone, um. Needs me, I'll-- I'm in the library. Or, will be. Just. Diagnosing.

[He doesn't want to bother poor Kenna and he hasn't heard from Carter, so... off to solve his own problems like the idiot he is! The feed clicks off.

And clicks back on not a minute later.]

...I just realized I've been here seven months? does that mean my birthday's soon? I have to do the math...