[27.00: I'm back~]

[psychoticracer]

Ugh... motherFUCKER.... feel like I got run over by a fucking Blast Bot...

Razer, y'want that drink still? I'm game.

[text]

Akagi. Didn't skip out on you. Meet you tonight. Where do you want it.

[audio again]

All of you who thought to mess with me while I was sick... I saw that.

Don't think you can get away with it anymore.

Be seeing you

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[for_our_future]

You're no longer sick...?

[psychoticracer]

...

That appears to be obvious, yes.

You are...?

No wait, I recall now. Heh. We had a discussion about the merits of cruelty, didn't we.

[for_our_future]

... We did. I'm Star Sailor Mnemosyne.

[psychoticracer]

[chuckles]

Mar damn, you got enough syllables, girl?

Don't recall if I introduced myself. Commander Erol.

That is, as long as we're giving titles.

What exactly is a "Star Sailor."

[waywardassassin]

I feel the same way. I'm hunting for a pint of Guinness at the moment.

[psychoticracer]

Ah. Must've hit you hard too, I gather.

I don't even fucking REMEMBER most of...

If I don't hear from Razer I'll track you down. What's "Ginnes?"

[waywardassassin]

It did. I recall a lot of hallucinating, but not what I hallucinated. That Castrilli bitch, I remember.

I'll be waiting. "Guinness" is a brand of beer my country manufactures-the best brand.

[psychoticracer]

Hm. I... don't really recall much.

And what I do remember, I don't want to.

You'll have to show me what it looks like. Written language is different where I come from, so... it's difficult to decipher labels.

[text]

[nantokanare]

A lady said you were sick.

Somewhere with an outside deck.

[text]

[psychoticracer]

That confident, are you.

I was, I don't remember very much. Fever I gather. Affected a lot of people, I don't believe it was natural.

Hm. Many rooms have balconies, but - Deck 1 I suppose, that's open-air.

[text]

[nantokanare]

I have a 50/50 chance, just like you.

Deck one, then.

[And a few minutes later, there's a short, grey haired boy hanging around the stairwells on deck one.]

[Commentlog]

[psychoticracer]

[Not seeing a reply from Razer, Erol decides to meet this Akagi. The elf has obviously had better days, but there's a manic light to his eyes that says he's on the mend, so to speak.]

Akagi?

[shadesofeco]

Was starting to wonder if you were gone for good.

[psychoticracer]

No such luck, boy.

Back and making up for lost time.

[shadesofeco]

I hear Glaukir's not your punching bag anymore.

Don't think it means people aren't still watching you.

[psychoticracer]

[Laughs. It's that old lilting, psychotic laughter of his that shows he's feeling just fine and he couldn't fucking care less.]

Oh I hope they are.

*click*

[pimp_hat]

Joo lookin' for a drink too eh mon? I be feelin' joo. My flask be almost empty and I be needin' to stock up.

[psychoticracer]

Well you're a new one. What an odd accent.

There's a few bars on.... Deck 8. Go wild.

I recommend El Mojito. [snrk]

[pimp_hat]

Da name's Kevas. Who joo be?

El Mohetoe? Nevah heard of it. Prefah cherry grog myself. Best ting dat's evah graced dese lips.

[psychoticracer]

A - no no, it's the name of one of the bars.

Name's Commander Erol. You a round-ear?