( Last Voyages )

[Hey there hello there Barge. Have a young boy in an eye-searing, oversized sweater--not an unusual sight today. He's sitting in what is clearly Isaac's cabin, given the easels and canvases behind him, but he hasn't really noticed that this isn't his bedroom. He's too busy sitting on the floor with stacks of comic books piled around him, excitedly ( Read more... )

Again? Hasn't this happened this year already?

...My name is Isaac Mendez. I'm sure I spoken to a few of you the last time this happened.

{OOC| Have at, anyone and everyone.}

People have been leaving recently. Graduating. People who have been here for as long as I have or longer.

[He pauses for a moment, remembering how often he's been mistaken for a new arrival due to how private he is. Best to clear it up:] ...I've been here for almost two years ( Read more... )

[Hark! Isaac has returned from his little off-barge adventure hiatus thing. He looks his usual mopey self, but there's a clear added note of disappointment in both his voice and his expression. He consciously switched on the video feed, but he never actually looks at it, musing to himself more than to anyone else.I was gone. For a week--back home. ( Read more... )

This is a bit of an odd request, but if it isn't too much trouble, can those of you whose cabins are on level six tell me your names and cabin numbers?

If you're concerned, I won't be bothering you. I've just been given an assignment by my warden.

[Yes. Isaac has been here for a year and a half and doesn't know any of his neighbors. Time to ( Read more... )

[Isaac has decided to spare you his lovely face today, but his voice sounds strained, like he's trying to bite back all the pain he can muster. He's way better off than a lot of you, but--floods don't normally involve physical pain right off the bat.]

God, what is this--? [He takes a moment to hiss in pain, and there's the sound of items crashing ( Read more... )

[Hello, Barge. The voice that will now come over the network is panicked, wavering, and obviously in need of a drink.]

Simone...? Sim--

[There's a long pause, filled with the sound of heavy breathing and clattering as Isaac literally tears the room apart looking for an answer. His voice occasionally drifts forward with a frantic mumble of,"this ( Read more... )

[Private to Cissie]

Do you mind if I just...stay behind this time? [Not that it's anything unsurprising.] I know I'm probably supposed to be working on getting out more, but as pitiful as it probably sounds, I don't really think I've recovered from the last port.

[Isaac is sitting at his desk, the usual backdrop of the epic mess of canvases and paints behind him. But he has a hamster now too, guize, and he's managed to keep it alive. It's just chilling in a cage on the end table behind him ( Read more... )