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NAME | skinbrand
SUBJECT | Missives

MESSAGE | I don't fully trust this device as of yet, but it has its uses. Feel free to leave a message.

CHARACTER NAME | Nel Zelpher
CHARACTER SERIES | Star Ocean: Till the End of Time
CANON POINT | After being healed on the Diplo (chosen as the first permanent optional party member).

CLASS | Twin Blade
LEVEL | 1
GUILD | n/a

EQUIPPED WEAPON | n/a
EQUIPPED ARMOR | n/a
EQUIPPED ACCESSORY | n/a
MEMBER ADDRESSES | noobtrampolines | knockedonwood
ITEMS OWNED | n/a

PKING? | Y -- ( Read more... )

Posts from this point on will be for holyrelic.

Since it's mostly just info / contact information, you amazing failboaters of the sunk ship ms_elegante don't have to defriend this journal, but this is a heads up. ♥ Stay cool!

[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... )

It's a bit unnerving to have unabridged chaos and destruction, and then to have communication with the people in charge of this ship come to a halt.

Has anyone made contact with the crew or Captain recently?

[Nel keeps it even, calm. It's nigh impossible to tell from just the measured pitch of her voice that this is keeping her up at night.]

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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?

Cliff, I'm not certain you meant to leave your translator on the counter.

But... thank you.

[She's about to cut off the transmission right there, but hesitation stays her hand. Nel's head bows.]

Be safe, friend.

((ooc: Cliff left his offworlder!comm behind -- unrelated to the default ship comm -- and until stated otherwise, feel free to ( Read more... )

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.]

[There she is, eyeballing her communicator, and mid-yawn a jet of what Nel hopes is water smacks the back of her throat ( Read more... )