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now u show me yours ;)

[Oops! Looks like he accidentally cross-posted a private text. If you click the attachment, you are all treated to a neck-down view of his shirtless torso and - oh yeah, his dick.

Enjoy!]

Sometimes people disappear.

[Long pause.]

And they usually don't come back.

[Another pause.]

If you wake up one day, and your best friend is gone, that's just how things are around here. And you can't do anything about it. Except wait. Because maybe another copy of them will show up. And they won't know you at all, and you'll have to start over.

[That's happened to her many times.]

So spent a lotta time with the people you love, okay?

[A third pause.]

Chase, can I see you?

LOOK AT THIS THEATER.

[Sure enough, Essie is in the theater. Specifically, on the stage. The video sweeps from stage right down to the orchestra pit, then up to the chandelier, over to the box seats, down to the statues, and finally over to stage left. The video turns to Essie, and dear god, she looks thrilled. Certainly happier than she's ever been on this fucking barge.]

It's so nice. This shit's fancier than the Lyric Opera House! I mean, it's dusty as all get out, but nothing a few maids can't fix. [She raises her eyes to look around the theater again, grinning.] Are there gonna be performances? What kind? Any ballets? Can I try out? I'm good at that. Ballet. I even brought my shoes.

[It's been three days since the full moon took hold of Alex and sent him rampaging trough the halls of the Black Tide. Three days since he had called on Bennett to seek his fellow shifters' aid in his own change.

Three days since he had died.

Things were always fuzzy for Alex after a moon-forced change, and it took him a while to pull his thoughts together. The fact that he had died this time around was making it all the worse for him... even moreso as he didn't know yet that he'd actually died. He'd been known to loose days before, so it wasn't all that extraordinary in its own right... now it was just piecing it all together.

He's not smiling in the communicator feed, and he looks more tired than normal. The recovery period has been slower this time around, even if he'd woken up without any wounds as normal; he had no way of knowing that the wounds being gone was due to his death, and not his normal healing abilities.]

Hey all... my recovery period has been a bit slower this time around. I'm usually up and around a lot faster than this... three days since the full moon is pretty extreme. [His frown deepens as he looks around his room. Others might be able to see the shredded sheets, comforter and blood.

It was the blood that worried him the most, as he'd woken without any tell tale scars or wounds. Brows knit tightly as he refocuses his attention on the feed, rather than the condition of his cabin.]

I usually wake up fuzzy... not too many, if any memories of what happened... Can anyone fill me in on what I missed. Bennett?

[Why, no... he hasn't checked te feed for more than a moment to check the date and time.]

I'm not going to even bother to ask how a ship this large returns to this state in three days.

[There is a bit of rustling.]

I do want to know something, though. Are we allowed on the top deck now, will there be any more strange attacks, and does anyone know of a good spot for skygazing?

[Nick is way too ill to talk. His stomach has been rolling with the ship and he can hardly stand. He's also sitting in ankle-deep water, since his room's flooding. So he blearily taps out the distress call.]

i think i am dying. send help.

[Okay he's being dramatic, but his point still stands.]

Who is looking forward to the party this Saturday? There's probably costumes down in the market on deck 6, even though the invitation says that you can come as yourself.

...By the way, if anyone is uncomfortable by 'chocolate' hearts and fingers, I'd be willing to take them off your hands. [Excuse him as he laughs a little bit.] I can either come to you or you can leave them in a basket left by 480.

Thanks.

[Lily's mouth is covered in what appears to be blood. In her hand, she holds a very lifelike heart with a chunk missing. She looks at the camera, serious as a heart attack.]

The hearts. Are candy.

[There can be heard the definitive sound of muttering, but for the moment it's only an audio entry, so you can't hope to see who's talking..]

This has got to be the oldest piece of tech I've seen in my life... [A brief pause while he clicks through a few of the device's basic options. He's also looking through some of the past entries, brows rising as each subsequent entry seems to confirm the outlandish story he was told.]

You have seriously got to be shitting me .. What the hell is going on...?!

[Look who's holding himself together fairly well, fellow Black Tide residents! If you were to actually see Alex, you might not know if you were looking at a young man or woman, his androgyny being one of the things hat they liked about him the most on the modeling circuit. You would likely see his nostrils flaring widely as he scents the place, were this more than an audio post. As it is, you will now be rewarded by a rather impressive sneeze.]

So .. If this is broadcasting my words, I can only presume that there is someone out there that can hear this .. Anyone out there? Any, ahh .. humanoids? Hell .. Are there folks here from Earth at all, year twenty-fourteen? I'm Alex...

[A moments' silence and then an irritated growl.]

Damnit, I don't even know if this thing is actually going to anyo-

[The audio clicks off again as Alex shakes the communicator in irritation, effectively cutting off the recording and halting the flow of words.]