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[imsorryimissed]

Holy shit. A few hours ago I was eleven and now I'm... well, look at me. Did I just miss something like eight years of my life on the Elegante? Have we been sailing for that long?

Hey, any chance Mr or Mrs Gazelle are here? Or Nicky? Mrs Kopanski, you around? Thom? Chase?

Anyone?

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[fugenetics]

I'm preeeetty sure we haven't been sailing for eight years. I'd guess this is just the captain having fun.

[imsorryimissed]

Yeah. Hey--Shilo, right? I heard you around.

[fugenetics]

Yeah. That's me. Oleg, right?

[The only reason she knows his name is because half of the time she has nothing better to do than comm-stalk. Faaaail.]

This is a kind of weird question but I'm trying to figure things out. So you got ... totally old? Not just your body?

[imsorryimissed]

Yeah. Oleg Gazelle. I got older in my head, too. I can remember yesterday and being eleven and... man, kids aren't very bright. Math seemed a lot harder yesterday.

[He cracks a smile.]

[fugenetics]

It must be weird just skipping like that. There's absolutely nothing in between yesterday and today?

... sorry for all the questions.

[imsorryimissed]

Nothing. I just woke up and now I'm all... here.

Don't worry about it.

[fugenetics]

I don't get how the captain can do things like this but not keep people from getting hurt. It doesn't make sense.

[imsorryimissed]

Maybe he's Jesus. Or God. Or Satan.

[fugenetics]

Satan seems to be the most likely option. Scarily enough.

[imsorryimissed]

Oh, well. Say a few Hail Marys and we should be okay.