Query 1: [Audio]

[folkloristlore]

[The communicator clicks on to the low, nasal muttering of a confused man.] --ean, a PDA? Really? Who left it here-- [and after a bit of tapping around, he fumbles the device, scrambling to grab it from the air before it hits the ground-- there's a burst of static as it slaps back down into his hand.This is crazy, this isn't right... first the

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[havea_heart]

[It's funny what you see in the halls sometimes.

Herz, who'd nicked off to his room for a change of clothes and who intended to return to Tan's when he was done, was practically standing a foot away when Ben started playing with his door.

Talk about getting the shit scared out of him.

Herz swore violently and jumped back. Holy Moses, what the hell was going on?

...wait, did anyone live in that room?]

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[folkloristlore]

[Bennett peers back out into the hall a few moments later and looks like he's about to head out of the door-- and actually makes it a few feet before remembering (again) WHAT he's wearing-- a periwinkle hospital gown with an open back-- and darts back inside.

This time there's a yelp of pain when he shuts the door behind him-- he got what looks like a plastic tube caught in the door.]

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[havea_heart]

[God, sweet Jesus, what was that?

Herz starts over, not quite sure how he intends to help, but going in offering it anyways.

He knocks lightly on the door frame.]

H--Hey, uh. Everything--e-everything alright?

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[folkloristlore]

GAH!

[There are people here. There are totally people here.]

Um, y-yeah, I, uh-- [There's more muttering before the door finally opens back up, and the tube falls back into the room. It's connected via an IV to the scrawny arm of a scrawny, lanky man. He's pale, and looks like he hasn't had a decent meal in a while-- but his eyes are bright brown, alert, and all kinds of terrified.]

Hi.

[He scrambles to close the back of his robe. This is so awkward.]

It, it, ah, got caught.

[Nice icebreaker, Bennett. Tell your line director to keep his day job.]

[chopshopgoddess]

...

You're on a boat. The MS Elegante, if you want to get technical.

[folkloristlore]

Wait, a, a-- a boat? How'd I get here?

That doesn't make any sense? And why do I keep waking up in places I was not in when I fell asleep?

[chopshopgoddess]

You know, I don't think anyone really knows the answer to that question, I'm sorry.

...This uh, happens to you often?

[folkloristlore]

[He sighs, rubbing the side of his head with his thumb.]

Yeah, twice in the past month I've woken up in a hospital with no memory beyond passing out. Aaand suddenly being somewhere else.

This, uh, would be the third time this month. Except this isn't a hospital.

....you knew that.

[brittlenerves]

O-Okay, um, y-you're not dead. [Yet.]

B-But, uh, you-- you're new? R-Right? H--How much do you kn-know, so f-far?

[folkloristlore]

Good to, uh... good to know. I've been having some serious doubt about that over the past few days. The whole being dead thing.

[Beat.]

I don't... I don't know too much? I'm on a boat, apparently. No one knows how we got here.

[brittlenerves]

That's... all p-pre--pretty-- pretty much r-right, yeah.

We--wel-welcome to the M.S. E-Elegante. You, um, c-can't... go home. But the room you w-wake up in i-is y--yours, and, there's restaurants a-around, too.

[folkloristlore]

What do you mean I can't go home? If we're on a boat, we've got to be going somewhere. If it's one of those Alaskan cruises, I can just catch a plane and be home in a couple of hours...

[so_flighty]

...Wait.

Wait I know the answer to this!

[There's a pause....]

No, nevermind. I don't. What is it?

[folkloristlore]

[Blink.

Blink, blink blink.]

Wait, I'm confused, what is what?

[THERE WERE A BUNCH OF QUESTIONS THERE.]

[so_flighty]

...

Wait, what'd you ask again?

[folkloristlore]

[HEAD IN HANDS]

I'm not even sure anymore.