[thirty seven] [Private to Master Lord Thom]

[goodgrasshopper]

You've been quiet, but I'm assuming you weren't pitched overboard at the last port.  ...Actually, I'm hoping you weren't subjected to it at all.  You'd probably have hated it, too.

I'm not sure if you remember me.  I'm Molly Carpenter, and I'm your new warden.  We should talk.

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[giftedtwin]

Ah, yes. You're to be my keeper. I must say, I expected someone... different. [His voice is very dry. You look young. And that hair!]

So that was a port. I became someone else, a paler version of myself. Working for an absentee master. Is it a different world or merely illusion?

[goodgrasshopper]

Oh, trust me. I'm very different. [The hair is awesome. :|]

It's kind of a stopover in a different world. We... became people there--at least, some of us did. Sometimes it's not like that--sometimes you really are more of a tourist.

[giftedtwin]

Mm. Clearly. [He's judging it. :c]

The people taken over by the world-- is there some pattern? Does someone choose? This Admiral, perhaps?

[goodgrasshopper]

[Judge away.]

Hard to say. I haven't noticed any pattern so far--but it could just be the Admiral feeling sadistic. It's the same with floods, too.