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.

[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.

[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?

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...

[Hello viewers, you're treated to a view of a shirtless and dripping wet San who is smirking. Behind him, several shrunken heads are talking among themselves but their words are muffled when user speaks.]

That must have been some party if we've been wiped out from it for over a week. [He lets out a chuckle as his attention moves over to a closet. The sound of him moving things on hangers is heard and he speaks up.] Or do we all become recluse once half of the month passes by? Finding comfort in our 'cells' until the next interesting event piques our interest...

[The fallen arch-angel tugs something off from the hanger, but keeps it out of view of the 'camera'.]

That being said, how are our new passengers settling in? I know a few of you were attempting to get off when we spoke. I guess we could call this a progress update. [Another chuckle escapes him.]

Anyway, I should really turn this thing off if I have any hope of getting dressed without an audience watching my every move. Unless you want to, then I might oblige you to a show.

[He gives the communicator a wink before ending the feed.]

So after that...mess...at Valentine's day, and those "treats" at Halloween, is anyone else developing a serious complex about food around here?

Like, never mind where it comes from in the first place

(but seriously, where does it come from)

But the fact that the last bit of candy I ate made me develop some pretty damn powerful feelings about my t-shirt...

Yeah.

I've got some trust issues.

Hey, uh, everyone? I'd like you to meet someone. Someone special.

[Carter holds up a bar of handsoap. It's slightly used and kinda oblong. It's a pleasing ivory colour, and if you sniffed it you'd think it had a pleasant, neutral odour, but it's really nothing to get excited over.

Unless you tried one of the heart lollipops and washed your hands, and fell in love with the nearest inanimate object.

So, bar of soap. Carter makes cow eyes at the thing. He bites his lip, looking shy but his eyes shine in happiness. How often does one find a love like this?]

She's--she's really shy. But yeah. We're--does anyone do marriages?

[Hello Black Tide, San has decided to grace the boat with his presence. He's smirking and waving at the camera before he addresses the network.]

With Valentine's Day on the way, which is a romantic holiday for those who don't know, I realize that majority of you are spending the day alone. I'm willing to offer my company, but depending on demand I might not be able to hang around as long as you hoped. If that happens, I'll be willing to make an arrangement for another day. Don't worry, these conversations will be private.

I do hope everyone enjoys the gifts I leave for them over the next few days. Of course, I'm not speaking of the recent package that was delivered. I believe that was from the Captain. Although, it is a shame that I can't give the crew their presents.

Um.

[Mimmi is staring intently at the camera. And then she angles it slightly to what appears to be her shadow.

And her shadow is... strangling itself?]

I'm not... exactly sure what is happening.

But it seems very determined.

[The video feed clicks on and Ben looks... pretty happy, actually! Kind of odd for him. He looks pale as hell, though, and the feed shakes every now and then as he holds the camera.]

So, uh! Hi. Um. Weird month, huh?

Well, uh. I've noticed some, some new faces around here, and we... had a slightly terrifying mixer a few months ago when we all sorta. Started showing up.

I was wondering-- would there be any interest in maybe figuring out a kind of meet up for the newer faces on the boat? Like, we... I know I've met some people in passing, but there're a bunch of us I've only spoken with by the communicators-- wh-which is partially my fault, of course! But, I, uh, I think a fair chunk of us fall into the "i-introvert" category, and a casual sort of... thing, uh. It could be fun.

Part of me is thinking "giant blanket fort," but I don't, uh, I'm not sure if that'd be fun for anyone other than the kids, eh?

[He swallows a little, and when he continues, his voice cracks a little. Nerves?]

A-also, I. I wanted to let you guys know, p-part of the reason I've been... um, off, hiding on my own a bit, is... the whole werewolf thing has gotten weirdly unpredictable? Like... I'm still fairly passive and peaceful, but I'm struggling to figure out when I'm changing, now. My math said the full moon was, was last night, and-- I mean, I'm dealing with the symptoms now, but... if-- uh.

I'm talking a lot here, my point is: if, um. If I accidentally start changing in the middle of a hallway or something, don't worry. Just... you can kind of leave me where I land? J-just. Don't worry. F-feel free to like, l-leave.

But, um. Otherwise, if-- if someone wants to help me set up something, hit me up. You can grab me on the communicators right now, but-- uh, if I don't respond, I might not have thumbs.