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[Carter turns the camera on and it broadcasts. He doesn't know it's doing this, as he thinks he's just filming a video of himself.]

Entry one. Title: This Place is Fucked Up. Did I mention it's fucked up? Exhibit A, the bathroom--

[Carter swings the camera around and shows the bathroom, which has a wall of shrunken heads. Their eyes roll and they cackle when they see the camera. Carter backs out of the bathroom and closes the door.]

Can you believe that? My door is unlocked, too. What amateur kidnappers. Where's Reefs? He's gonna kill all of you. He's a hard motherfucker. Anytime now. Hey, do you see that?

[The camera flips around to show a Nameless, its mouth stitched shut and carrying a stack of laundry. It passes by the open door to Carter's suite. The teen gasps audibly.]

That guy had a sewn mouth! What the fuck! What the fuck! That is some fucked up Somali-pirate shit!

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[His calm tone continues, but an amused chuckle manages to slip out.]

Nope, they are real, breathing, bodiless beings stacked up on top of each other. You can thank who ever put a spell on them. Every residential room on this ship has them in the bathroom.

[He has a feeling that Carter won't believe him about magic being on this ship, so he switches to video. The good looking dark haired man with brown eyes is smirking at the camera as he summons a knife to his hand. His attention moves to the blade as places the tip on his finger, balancing it.]

What I've figured out so far is that we've been kidnapped from our home worlds and there are some rather unusual things on this ship. For example, candy that act like real organs but tastes sweet and familiar. My suggestion? Adjust and adapt until someone finds a way off of this ship.

[When San switches to video, Carter gets to see the dark-haired man for the first time. Sandrath gives off an air of danger already, and Carter is quiet--when SDan summons a knife, Carter sucks in a nervous breath.

This guy has really scary powers, and he reminds Carter of his own sadistic handler, Reefs. Carter swallows.]

Magic?

[Magic. Or powers. Whatever they wanted to call it, it appeared he was on a ship where most people had powers and there were no handlers.

What the fuck.]

You're kidding, right? Who put us on this ship? And why?

[True, he's getting a little demanding, but the dark-haired man seems to have all the answers.]

Yes, magic. You're going to see it a lot of it while you're here.

[He dismisses the blade and rubs the spot on his index finger with his thumb for a few moments. His attention moves back to the communicator and his expression remains rather neutral.]

I'm not. You can ask for Rowe or one of the crew, they'll be happy to inform you of the situation.

It's not--is that what it is? Magic? I always figured it was just science we didn't know how to name yet.

[Carter laughs, and it's a gawky, awkward sound. He's such a teenager.]

Are you crew?

There's probably some science to it, but most people prefer to keep it simple by calling it magic or powers. [He gives a shrug.] Then again, they probably don't want to think too hard about it.

[He chuckles at his own comment, but a smirk appears when Carter starts to laugh.]

...Hardly. I'm a passenger, just like you.

Yeah, we just called it powers. I mean, we named them, but I never found out if they knew why it works, you know?

[Carter gives a laugh.]

You're--uh, special? Everyone else here who's a passenger seems special. You know, a little strange.

Of course. We have this urge to name everything that we come across and usually leave the figuring out to other people. But you know that already.

[He flashes a smile before laughing again. At the question, the amused expression fades.]

I don't know if you're trying to compliment or insult me. Although I wouldn't be quick to assume that everyone on board is as 'special' as you claim.

No, no insult intended. I just meant--uh, there are some people on board who can... do things. Special things. And I guess I assumed, yeah.

[Carter rubs the back of his neck, embarrassed.]

The whole boat just seems... special.

Of course.

[His expression remains rather blank for a few moments longer before his attention shifts towards the bathroom. Some of the shrunken heads were talking among themselves, some mentioning the rough treatment from the storm and the attack.]

...Not everyone would use the term 'special' for this boat. Especially after the Halloween party we had.

You had a Halloween party? That must have been fun! All different kids--people, sorry,--with powers and normies there, too.

[Carter isn't serious as he asks in a joking fashion:]

Did anybody die?

Hosted and enforced by the Captain. It was quite fun, even though some people weren't impressed by the later half of the party. [He can't help but chuckle before tilting his head a little and looking curious.] Are you used to being around a lot of children?

...I'm not sure if any of the passengers died. But a lot of our attackers did.

Children, yeah.

[Carter's been kept away from society for most of his life and interacted mostly with 'youths' under 25. His socialisation comes from movies and the internet. It's a miracle he's not more awkward.

And then San reveals that people did die. Well, attackers. Still people, Carter assumes. The laughs died in his throat.]

Wait, attackers? So there are gangs or whatever here? What happened?

Well, you're in for a treat then.

[He flashes a smile before leaning out of frame to grab a box with a Nameless plush inside. It takes him a moment to pull the item out, keeping it rather bunched up.]

I'm not sure what provoked an attack, but our opponents were very large chipmunks that would pack people away in their mouths or a bag that was around their waist. [He demonstrates by lifting the plush to the side of his mouth then tosses it back in to the box he produced it from.] You had to cut your way out.

Chipmunks.

[Carter laughs, but it's humourless. He figures San is pulling his leg now. Chipmunks attacking a halloween party on a extra-dimensional cruise ship? Talking heads in the walls? What was next?

Carter's laugh is a little punch-drunk, a little hysterical.]

Yes, chipmunks but I can tell you don't believe me. It is a shame that no one kept a souvenir or took footage of the incident.

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