[Alex's face appears on the communicators, only, those that have spoken with the young man before might notice some differences. His blue-green eyes seem brighter, but not entirely focused. There is a sheen of sweat on his brow and his breathing is shallow and coming in quick pants, interspersed with his words.]

Hey... [pant] Alex here... Please... stay out of the hallways... Ben... [pant and a grimace] Ben is going to try... to keep me contained... but... GAH! [He doubles over, and for a moment, only the back of his head is visible. He straightens slightly, his arms encircling his midsection. He pants and swallows reflexively.] Just... keep clear... please. [The last has an unmistakable pleading quality to it and the tears in his eyes aren't entirely due to the pain of his moon-forced shift.]

[He then sent a second, private message, though he could only hope he was doing it correctly.]

B-ben... room 530... I've got... ngh [The sweat is coating him almost like a second skin now, his pulse visibly beating heavily against his throat.] maybe half an hour... prob... probably sooner...




[OOC: Alex may or may not reply to any responses, depending upon how far along the change he is; the further along, the less he'll be able or inclined to respond. While he retains human intelligence during his full moon shift, his 'beast' takes over and really only has an interest in satiating its blood lust.]

[The audio feed catches the sound of waves and it is clear he is on the top deck.]

There is a reason no one travels by boat anymore. If the maiyu attacks us out here, don't ask me to help. I'm not helping.

[And that's final.]

[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!