[It's sheer luck that her room is on deck four, and therefore the same deck as the entrance to Carnival. Less of a walk before she can get inside, disarm and fall into bed ( Read more... )

This is completely unacceptable.

Nel. Honey. I love you, but seriously?

No. That is quite enough from you.

Twenty-three years old. Girl, you are twenty-fucking-three years old and you never even so much as sucked face--

How can I silence this abomination?

An influx like this, one would almost think Redd is trying to build an army...

[Probably an idle remark, but coming from Nel, she's not going to toss out this hypothesis so readily.]

That our worlds have been disposed of seems to be a generally agreed upon theory. I'll tell you that I've seen mine destroyed and created anew in the same breath.

I will absolutely not accept that they are lost to us.

[And that's all she wrote.]

[Now that she's leery of verbal communication, Nel knows it's probably a good idea to include both her voice and then safely pad up with texting. She already has the speech memorized, and that helps... marginally. She is calm, even, and polite.]Hello. This is Nel Zelpher, servant to Her Majesty, Aquaria XXVII. I respectfully acknowledge the ( Read more... )

[Nel hasn’t the faintest idea how to activate an audio post. Even if she did, she doesn’t realize that nobody on the boat would understand her, so that’s actually pretty lucky. She spends ten seconds cautiously touching the communicator before deciding she has bigger problems ( Read more... )