+ Seventh Fairytale +

[imsorryimissed]

Holy shit. A few hours ago I was eleven and now I'm... well, look at me. Did I just miss something like eight years of my life on the Elegante? Have we been sailing for that long?

Hey, any chance Mr or Mrs Gazelle are here? Or Nicky? Mrs Kopanski, you around? Thom? Chase?

Anyone?

Comments

[meinxxherz]

Oleg? Wooow you sound my age--

Or how old I was--

This is so confusing! I'm not really thirteen, am I?

Uhhh, anyways, right, uhm--

Hey, Oleg, this is Herz and uh I have a question for you I know we only hung out like once but are we friends? I mean, I have lotsa, lotsa friends around here, but are you and I friends? I mean--

Man. I gave you cake. I should be a shoe-in for friend.

[imsorryimissed]

You were about nineteen or so. I'm not good at ages.

[Oleg has to think of this carefully, but then he shrugs.]

I trusted you not to rape me, and you fed me. So yeah, we were friends. The cake was great.

[meinxxherz]

WHOA!

Whoa, Oleg, rape you?

I would never--I-I would never rape you.

Don't joke about stuff like that; rape is a terrible crime! It's not funny.

And I would never do that to anyone it's terrible.

[imsorryimissed]

I didnt' know that then. You know I nearly got raped by a couple of really sick fucks when I was eleven? Kidnapped.

[fetchthestick]

I'm here.

What happened?

[Thom is older too! Yay!]

[imsorryimissed]

I dunno, Thom.

[He's curious what Thom looks like.]

Where are you?

[fetchthestick]

Oh - um, the deck with the pillows. Whatizit... 17!

This is weird.

[He's much more comfortable on two legs now. And his fur doesn't cover him anywhere near as well as it did when he was little. o_O;]

I got big.

it ate my comment o_O;;

[imsorryimissed]

I'll be there in a minute.

[Oleg steps into the elevator and hits the button for Deck 17. A few minutes later, he steps out of the elevator and onto Deck 17. His face and manner are still calm and reserved, but he seems more confident.]

Hey. Hello?

[talkback_stein]

[A deeper, yet still quite distinctly Chase voice is using his comm. Also, his mouth is apparently full of something crunchy between words;]

Woah! Hey, yeah, Chase here.

[He sucks his fingers clean of residual jalapeno chip flavour and squints at Oleg's user handle in conjunction with the monotonous voice.]

[...]

[Nooooo.]

Oleg!?

[imsorryimissed]

Yeah. It's Oleg.

[He cracks a smile.]

You got bigger, too.

[talkback_stein]

Where you at, little man? I wanna' get a good look at you.

[imsorryimissed]

I'm near Carnival, going to the buffet.