Well, glad to be twenty and a girl again. Glad that's over.

...

Again?

...Wow, we got a lot of people this time.

. . .

This...is different.

Wh-where...no. [She swears, and there's the sound of boots thumping against dirt as she starts running.]

Someone please...I can't...get out of here. [She sounds hysterical.] In...the flower field, should be easy, right? Keep...turnin' around and getting lost in here.

[shit shit shit she hates this place this deck and these flowers are moving and ( Read more... )

[A decidedly masculine voice is coming from Mikaela's ID. It isn't Jeremiah's this time, either.]

Alright. This has to stop.

[She...is admiring herself though. Himself. Whatever. Nice abs...big arms...Hmm.]

[Clank.

Clankclankclank THUMP.

Muffled squeal.]

What's THIS toy? Where's Daddy? We were supposed to go cruisin' tonight!

[More giggles, then--

WHACK. The communicator is thrown against the wall, and the feed cuts out.]

God.

I am so sick of being on this fucking boat!