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.

[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?

[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.]

[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.

[When San addresses the network, he sounds serious and gets straight to the point.]

I'd like to request an audience with Captain Rowe.

[The fallen arch-angel assumed he had switched the communicator's function back to audio, but in reality, it was still on video. So, viewers are treated to fairly damaged Sandrath who is missing a good portion of his face and upper body. Except, he's not bleeding or has any gore showing but there is a dark, featureless form covering everywhere he's injured. With the remainder of his face, he looks a bit annoyed and disoriented with what just happened, despite experiencing a fair bit of pain. As he speaks, his voice seems to be louder than usual as if he couldn't hear himself.]

Be careful where -- ah -- you go. [There's a visible wince.] There might be traps hidden around.

[He moves to end the recording and murmurs something as he struggles to keep himself standing up.]

...This isn't good.

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.