It's official; I'm sick of snow.  You can take it away now, I'm done.

[Private to not-Santa]

( Seth, Will, Lua, and Claire, as well as selfish wants he probably shouldn't be granted. )

[Accidental!Video to the masses, Spam for Lua]

[The feed flips on, revealing a dark gray that shifts around with the sounds of motion, although voices can be heard, one clearly agitated and just as obviously male, the other more hushed and female.

Note for ease of following: regular text is Richie, bolded text is Lua]

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[Private to Graham, but....not so much at all.]

...There's something in my room.

THERE IS SOMETHING IN.MY.FUCKING.ROOM.

[Static]

-know, I know. It's old news, but. What the FUCK.

I'm not going in there. Even if it unlocks the door, I'm NOT fucking going in. There's something IN there.

...Fucking great.

[More unhelpful static]

-trying to fucking TALK to me.

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We crash into things, we stop at fucking weird places, and now the damn boat floods?  What's next, we get hit by pirates?

...Actually that would be kinda cool.  Maybe then I would get to kill people without everybody hassling me about it all the time.  Or join them; I like their philosophy.  Their eye patches?  Not so much.  They creep me out.

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Sooo.  What the fuck was that?  Stuck in a Disney movie?  What's with that, that's like...somebody's idea of a joke or something.  It has to be.  Or one of the circles of hell.  How can you land somewhere and it just....takes over everything, that doesn't make any fucking sense.

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[Video]

[Snuffle snuffle. There's a people-sized Thing covered in fur and blue skin and tusks and wearing an almost comical pair of glasses sniffing at the communicator. It pauses for a moment to prod at it with an oversized claw, then, when it beeps in protest, backs up and kind of hisses at it, showing off rows of shark teeth in the process.

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[After the conclusion of this, there is a very worried looking Richie on-camera; wild eyes, twitching fingers, general restlessness - it's clear he's had some kind of shock and isn't handling it at all well.]

WILL SHE'S-

[Feed cuts out, only to click back on a few seconds later mid-rant]

- I FUCKING SWEAR I'M GONNA -

[Cuts out again]

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[Here Barge, have a very pleased-looking Richie; SOMEBODY was enjoying himself during the flood.  Don't mind the lump on the bed, it's nothing important.  I'M LOOKING AT YOU, WILL.  Don't look.  Really.]

Well that was fun.  More things like that and I could get used to this place.

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