[Those near room 481 at around 7 a.m. are treated to a wake-up call you might not have wanted, in the form of a long, high screech. Like, really long. And pretty high.

And if you're on deck four and close enough, you can spot a tiny girl with her hair on fire darting out of her room to pound on the door of the room next door.

But if you miss all that, never fear, because about five minutes later there's a video of said girl, the field swaying a bit as she tilts the camera so that everyone can see the flames rising off of her head.]

Anyone got any marshmallows? Or chestnuts? Because I'd hate for this to go to waste.

[She is literally up to her hair in supernatural bullshit and she has had it.]

[Alex is making a face as he activates his communicator, lips quirked in the semblance of a wry smile.]

Jesus... these things don't let you mind your own for too long, do they? [He'd been rather quiet of late, but not for lack of company. He'd taken a good portion of the last month to do some serious exploring on board the Black Tide and had found the aviary rather enjoyable when he wasn't sewing some new outfit together in his room or while sitting on the top deck.]

Well... Happy New Year... at least by my counting... a few days late, but better late than never.

[He exhales lightly, sitting back to reveal the long line of his neck. He's either topless or wearing something low cut.]

Which also means... that the full moon is right around the corner. Two days to be precise... [His is a weak smile.] Any suggestions? [You know... to keep him from slaughtering anyone this month?]

[Talia activates the video feed and offers the communicator a brief smile.]

Heyla... I don't suppose anyone aboard can cut hair? I don't mind often, but it's becoming a bit unmanageable. [The light curls fall past the middle of her back, now, thick and heavy. Her smile turns a bit sheepish and she laughs lightly.] I could cut it myself and have tried, but... well, the results haven't been the best.