39th Report :: [Closed Commentlog]
*Marco had spent the last few days--since he'd learned of a tiger killing at least one person--in his room, living off the supplies he'd gathered after Jenjen was put in Carnival. They'd been meant for a crisis, and though the emotional crisis hadn't been what they were intended for, it was a lot easier than dealing with people.
Now, however, he'd managed to force himself out. He hadn't managed to sort everything out, but enough was clear. He needed to see Anna. He made a quick trip to deck 13, then went straight to her room. He was nervous, for a number of reasons, but he forced himself to knock on her door.*
...Anna?
*His voice was quiet, somewhat flustered and a bit frightened.*
Now, however, he'd managed to force himself out. He hadn't managed to sort everything out, but enough was clear. He needed to see Anna. He made a quick trip to deck 13, then went straight to her room. He was nervous, for a number of reasons, but he forced himself to knock on her door.*
...Anna?
*His voice was quiet, somewhat flustered and a bit frightened.*