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[takeitslow]

[The video jumps around a little, shaky as he moves around the rec area. Thankfully he's going at a pace that can actually be seen by the human eye. The screen is just a shaky shot of the pool area, jerking a bit as he speaks.]

So, the pool. That's a really nice touch. Almost makes up for us being stuck in space. But, you know, I'm going to give it to you guys because I've always wanted a pool- well a bigger pool. We had one of those blow up kiddie things, but no one over the age of eight wants to be caught dead in that thing. Anyway, this. This is a step towards making this place less like a weird prison sentence.

What's not cool, on like the top ten list of really screwed up things about this place, is what you're lacking. You do have some issues with with rabid dogs and apparently you guys blew up a planet, like what? And while I'd really like to punch whatever lost my headphones, hey. I'll live. But the worst thing?

[Peter finally comes into view, a frowning mess of silver hair and bad fashion.]

I've not found a single Twinkie in this place. No Ding Dongs, no Ho Hos. Not even a Sno Ball. You guys are really killing me here.

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[warandpeace]

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[Mama Miller is having concerns about the smaller people on board. He often claims to not like children, but he remembers what it felt like to be treated like he should be an adult. He's so good at business because he was running one at the age of ten, because his mother had become ill. He's seen so many child soldiers have their lives stripped away. He thinks that with a little bit more support, they won't grow up to be the type of people he would hire.]

[Better survival rate in general.]

It's come to my attention there are not only a lot of refugee children on board, but a few among the crew as well.

I'm dubious about giving those sorts of jobs to children. Not my call to make, though. What I do think is they should have some sort of education. Reading. Writing. Math. The basics. There's a decent library for materials, and I suspect people willing to tutor. And some activities that don't involve the mess hall or cleaning bathrooms.

They're crew, but they're still kids. They deserve all the advantages of being one.

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[kickbancaboose]

[ looks like someone figured out how to use his communicator! good for church, but quite unfortunate for the passengers of the moira. hope you kids like your morning coffee with a generous helping of salt because church is making it rain. ]

golly gee willikers i never saw this plot twist coming

you know i thought i was finished with this dying and not dying bullshit but if this is how it's going to be for the rest of my infinite undead lives then fine whatever, like i give a shit. i'm not fighting fate and i give up. officially. someone write this down so it's on record. leonard church gives the fuck up, full stop. boom. done.

most importantly i'm actually really hungry and i haven't eaten in forever or basically never depending on who you talk to so if someone could point me in the direction of a cafeteria i'd appreciate it.

okay well thanks

[ if he knew how to do the text equivalent of finger guns, he'd be doing it right now. ]

bye.

p.s. i'm on moro deck 1

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[yer_pretty_good]

[The video shows a man who's new around here. He's probably older than most, given that he's forty. Most men his age don't have such white hair, but because of it, his features are somewhat striking. He also has a western drawl to his voice when he speaks.]

I suppose it's time for introductions. You can call me Ocelot. I come from the same time and place as Kazuhira Miller, if you know him.

[Guess that would depend on how friendly Kaz has been.]

I was given a job here as a hypnotherapist.

[He realizes how weird that sounds.]

I'm not even sure how the captains knew I had the skill to hypnotize someone. I don't remember sitting through a job interview. Anyway, just because I can hypnotize someone doesn't mean I will. Hell, I recommend you don't come to me for therapy at all. I'm probably the type that belongs in therapy instead of giving it. [He smiles a little, indicating that's a joke. Or is it?]

But I'm here.. in case.. I don't know what. [He shrugs.] Now, while I'm on the line, I heard there's a library here and someone has the designation of chronicler. Any information you wanna share, I'd love to hear it. Mostly about our current situation and anything you think I might need to know about the ship and life here. Thanks.