[Keeping secrets simply isn't allowed on the Thor. At least that's what the Guide has decided. As such, it turns on at a very inopportune moment. The Earl is wearing a loose shirt that does not quite conceal his breasts. Additionally, he has long, silky blue-black hair. (For reference.)]

I see why corsets are useful. [He scowls and cups his ( Read more... )

I am looking for servants. I seem to have lost two since arriving on the ship. [Doing everything himself is such a chore.] Should be have time and experience... [Preferably both.] ...contact me. I am residing in Room 3-18 and the hours I attend school and work are regular. I shouldn't be hard to locate, but if I am, do not hesitate to leave ( Read more... )

What the hell is a black hole? [Ciel is from the Victorian Age. Space is...a great mystery to him - aside from the sun, moon, planets and stars, that is.] I have a hard time believing that a hole could pose any danger. As long as our elusive "Captains" don't steer the ship into it -

[But someone had said something about gravity. And a pull.]I ( Read more... )

[Ciel isn't his usual prim and proper self. He is sweaty and flushed. There is also a pleased smirk on his lips.]

I do enjoy an opponent who can hold his own. [Picking up a towel, he wipes off his face. He then holds up a long, thin sword.] Perhaps we can have another round next week?

[Whoever the Earl is speaking to seems to give an ( Read more... )

As an English noble, I am accustomed to riding frequently. Since I arrived on the Thor, I have been unable to exercise appropriately. I do not wish to become weak or lazy - such inaction would be unbefitting of my soiledgrand name.

How do the residents of the Thor cope with such inaction? Are there other ways to exercise? [Without making ( Read more... )

The quality of my living quarters is sorely lacking. I have more than proved myself onboard this ship. Surely I am eligible for something better? [Wait. Was that a question? It certainly shouldn't have been.] Furthermore, I am tired of eating dissatisfactory meals. I can only assume Sebastian is doing his best. [He better be.] Therefore, ( Read more... )

[This feed starts with a sneeze. It's soon followed by a cough.

The young Earl does not sound well.]

Damnit! This is all his fault. [Ciel sits down in front of the communicator. His nose is red and his one visible eye is watery.] He probably smuggled a cat in here. [The boy looks around spitefully.]

Sebastian! [As he raises his voice, ( Read more... )

These jobs are pathetic. [Ciel’s voice carries clearly. He is making no attempt to conceal his words.] Is a hot bath so much to ask for, Sebastian? [The query is clearly directed at the silent presence in the room. No, Ciel has not gone mad yet.]

[There is a quiet thump of books being stacked together.] I shall have it ready in several ( Read more... )

This ship is mad. I don't know how anyone gets anything done with everyone - [He sneezes into a handkerchief, looking aggravated.] Between my idiotic jobs, I have been searching for the leader - or would it be captain? - of this contraption.

[He steeples his fingers and leans forward. With his head tilted forward slightly, he murmurs.]If ( Read more... )

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