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POST-HURRICANE LOG | OPEN MINGLE

[Past the 9th of the month, the hurricane's finally blown itself out, leaving a great deal of mess behind (but at least, a lot less mess than there would have been without the crew's various antics, right?)

After the calm there's the storm, but after the storm, there's...uh, actually, it's not all that calm again yet. Look at all these notable goings on that you can play with:

SICK PEOPLE are still a thing. Are you still suffering from the ravages of alien cave flu? Finally finding the energy to crawl out of bed? Starting to come down with it yourself? Getting dosed with cure attempts? Doing the dosing? Or maybe you're not sick at all but went hurricane surfing and are now prone in the medbay. It's been a rough couple of weeks.

The HURRICANE'S AFTEREFFECTS still linger. Fish in the base aquariums and biomes are just starting to resume their regular activities. Maybe some of your special fish friends are still spooked and need some coaxing out? Maybe you want to swim out to a more distant biome to check on creatures like the Reefbacks or the Birdogs? Or maybe you want to stick closer to home and do things like finish repairing the busted corridors, and cleaning out the kitchens and showers so the food and bathing situation doesn't descend back into complete travesty.

For those who've started wandering out, there's also FAMILIAR ITEMS washing up -- things from your home, or at least...someone's home. Is an embarrassing photo of you now plastered against an observatory window for the world to see? Your fancy car from home buried in the sand of the Safe Shallows?

Lastly, on the night of the 13th (and subsequent nights...), a distant DISCO LIGHTSHOW becomes totally visible on the horizon, in the Monolith's direction. What the heck? Maybe that's worth checking out.

And of course, there's always PLANNING, MISSIONS AND SHENANIGANS to do. Go nuts!]

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[look he's grumpy. he's still coughing and he slept badly through the night and he does not, does not need to be woken by someone being loud this morning. it's the medbay, dammit! you should be quiet in the medbay!

...which is to say, Mikleo does not act with any of his usual tact, and just hurls a pillow at Souda's face. this -- looks like the pillow just up and attacked him of its own accord, because he's a bit ghosty.]

[It hits its mark, and he lifts an arm defensively a moment too late, so it's really just flailing around instead.]

Hey! Knock it off, man—

[Only then does he actually try to identify the source of the pillow.

. . . Huh. Wait a second here. Someone under the sheets? No . . .

Well, he's at least convinced for now that it's just some jerk hiding. He keeps looking around, trying to suss them out.]

[groggy telepathic growling may help. or make the situation weirder? who even knows. it doesn't come from any particular direction.]

It's still kind of early. Let people sleep, will you?

[Yeah that helps! That sure helps something! He jerks his head around looking for the source of the voice, but there's nowhere to look, so he shrinks up in his bed. Dangerously approaching the fetal position here.]

W-who's there?! This ain't funny!

It's not being funny! I'm -- ugh, you can't see me, can you.

[there's a sudden sharp cutoff in the connection -- he'll get the weirdest feeling the talker just sneezed, even if he didn't hear it with his ears -- and then it's back, sounding even more clogged and irritable.

...he finally thinks to pull the blanket up over himself, so it hangs over his form noticeably, unseen or not.]

Here. Third mattress to the left, on the floor. There's a lump. That's me, your invisible friend. Do not come over here and start poking, I'll get germs on you. Welcome to the base. Please don't freak out.

[He gets to his feet to go over there and poke, then stops when he's told not to. Good foresight there. Good foresight about the freaking out, too, but he's not going to be as capable of holding that one back.]

Oh, hell no! No way! A ghost?!

Seraph, or spirit, not ghost. We do have an actual ghost somewhere, but I'm not sure where they're hanging out right now. Uh, hi. I'm Mikleo.

[he breathes a sigh of relief when Souda refrains from poking. there's also a shift on one side of the blanket that...looks conceivably like someone's waving at Souda from under it...? ok]

Did you just come in here during the night, or what...

[He . . . waves back, eyes still comically huge, but at least the fight's going out of him. This is crazy. This is crazy, but what did he expect after what he came from? Did he really think things were going to go back to normal in his life that easily?

(Yes, he did, and this stings.)]

I—dunno, man, I was on the raft . . . it was around sunset, I think? Yeah, and we were waitin' for URSULA to find us . . .

Well, that's...new, but it looks like your hope got borne out, since URSULA maintains this base. And you...passed out and woke up here? Who were you with?

[there's more shifts that indicate he's at least sitting up to peer at Souda properly, checking for injuries; he's a bit concerned.]

My classmates. Hinata and the others . . .

[The other survivors, that is.

He's fine, though, just on edge, and he hasn't been sleeping well for a while now.]

There should've been five of us!

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Five . . . what's Hinata's full name? Is it Hinata Hajime?

[He knows him! Relief floods Kazuichi's features. So they're here after all!]

That's him! Tall guy, with dumbass sticky-up hair?

Worries about people a lot. Yes. He'll be relieved as well, I'm sure.

[though...hadn't Hinata mentioned being on an island? how did things go from there to waiting for rescue on a raft? sounds like a long complicated story for another day.]

[He's going to feel bad later when he realizes he opened Hinata up to those questions. Right now, it's the last thing on his mind. Hinata's here!]

Awesome! He'll know what I'm talkin' about! So, you have any idea how long I've been out in here?

I...don't think you were in that bed when I fell asleep last night. So you must have been brought in after. Half a day or so; not that long.

[well, someone's going to have to pass this on sooner or later:]

Hinata's been here...longer, though. Weeks. That's...confusing? There's some really funny stuff going on on this planet, though.

Weeks . . . ? That's totally impossible. We've gotta be talking about different Hinatas after all! He's got hair you could impale a dude on?

[If it doesn't make immediate sense, it can't be true . . .

Okay, he knows better than that by now. But this is beyond the pale.]

[that actually throws Mikleo for a moment; he sounds a lot less grumpy and a lot more bemused when he answers]

I, uh, I can't say I've ever thought of actually stabbing someone on it, but it is very sharp looking.

[and...while he hasn't thought of stabbing a person, an image drifts over to Souda with that thought before he can catch it.]

[He's not versed in this telepathy stuff yet. When the image comes, he thinks it came from his own head, though he's confused as to where and why—it's pretty funny though. He laughs, taking it a step further in his own head: Hinata's stupid sticky-uppy hair impaling a few cobs of corn, being held over a fire for roasting.

That probably strays over in Mikleo's direction, too.]

Don't make it sound that violent . . . I guess I started that, but I didn't mean it that way! —But it definitely sounds like we mean the same person, so I'm confused again.

[oh my god. covers his mouth and -- and fortunately manages to keep a lid on sending any more Hinata telepathygrams; still, his mental voice is trembling with held-in laughter at the start of his reply, even if the content is serious.]

I think we do -- look, there's something really odd about the way people come here, okay? I fell down a hole into the ocean here myself, and I wasn't even anywhere near the seashore at the time. It's not your fault or his. Just have a talk with him and you should be able to sort things out and catch up pretty easily, I think.

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[Okay, okay. It cheered him up, anyway; this is still screwed up and confusing, and he has no idea what he's gotten into, but . . . maybe, when he puts it that way, it could be worse.

Even if he's invisible and nothing makes any sense in his life.

He manages a laugh anyway, uncertain but genuine.]

Yeah . . . thanks, man. Not that I'm glad to hear that. That all's the last thing I wanted to hear, but at least it's outta the way? And if Hinata's here, it'll all work out.

Yeah. Good luck! Take it easy on him, though, he hasn't been feeling that well lately either.

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