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[messyturk]

[There's a clatter as the communicator activates, a brief darkness as a finger crosses the camera.]

Would you all shut the hell up? Some of us are trying to get dressed in peace.

[There's a view of what could be Reno's father, if it wasn't for the now faded tattoos under his eyes. Why yes, Reno is about forty now. Still a Turk though, but his

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[lilstndrdpckge]

Maybe try turnin' yer comm off.

[messyturk]

[again with the angry voice.]

I would if I didn't have a reason to have it on Kid.

[lilstndrdpckge]

What's that reason?

[And an amused voice.~]

[messyturk]

If I told you I'd have to kill you.

[His voice is serious. Very. Serious.]

[audio]

[rdmcatpaw]

...R...Reno....?

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[messyturk]

Hey Cat.

[he sounds happy, and like he might be in the middle of brushing his teeth.]

[audio]

[rdmcatpaw]

You look... really different! What happened?

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[messyturk]

I'm forty... ish. Nothing to worry about, I mean... Veld's sixty and holding up just fine, I've got at least another... sixty years before I'm useless.

[intimacyphobic]

[There's a few moments of crackling silence, then laughter.]

Did your soul catch up with you, too?

[messyturk]

...probably.

[intimacyphobic]

[More laughing, or is that sobbing? Is there a difference anymore?!]

Ah, well, you seem... well-preserved. Not as much as me, mind you, but better an ailing body than an ailing mind? Mm?

[messyturk]

[a snort]

You're still alive Doctor, that's better than can be said for others on this ship.

[commentlog] :D

[notwhatiwas]

[Eventually, Vincent gets out of Veld's room. He's showered and dressed and slightly less freaked out, although he is still freaking confused. Thus far he has basic information and he's trying to make sense of the rest.

This requires some recon, which requires leaving the room of the teenaged boy who may or may not be Veld Dragoon. This means when Reno prowls around deck five, Vincent comes painfully close to bumping into him as he rounds a corner.]

Oh--Oh, sorry, I--

[And then Vincent realizes what he's looking at. The color is wrong, but there's no mistaking the cut, the demeanor, and the pin in Reno's lapel. Vincent has no idea who this man is, but he knows a Turk when he sees one, and he straightens appropriately to address him.]

I'm sorry, sir! I wasn't paying attention.

[commentlog] :D

[messyturk]

[what is with people calling him 'Sir' today?!]

Valentine?

[Oh, this is fantastic... actually wait. This is fantastic, Vincent's dressed as a turk and not wearing his freaky poncho thing and his arms are the same size. Good.]

It's fine, there's more important things to pay attention to. How much are you aware of?

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[notwhatiwas]

I've been notified that we've been abducted by a man named Redd and are currently being held prisoner on some kind of very large seafaring vessel.

[Clear and concise, straight to the point. He was a good Turk, you know.]

From messages over the communicator I'm assuming we're in the middle of some kind of strange event that seems to be affecting people in varying ways. I've heard people talking about their age or height being "wrong."

[Beat. Yes, he did the pause thing even in his pre-coffin days.]

Vice Director Veld Dragoon has been...affected. Sir.

[commentlog]

[messyturk]

Right. There's more. There are various species and races aboard the ship that are not from Gaia. Some are dangerous but most have been predominately harmless for the past few months, there is a woman named Catpaw who is on our side.

[He gives a glance around, never too sure what's going to happen next.]

You've been affected too Valentine, but don't worry about it.

[Full disclosure is a good thing.]

[Video!]

[suited_spectre]

[Hey- Isn't that-?

Tseng holds the communicator up, plays the message again, incredulous, before finally hitting video call.]

Reno?

What the fuck is going on?

[Video!]

[messyturk]

[a sigh, he's fully dressed and wearing a tie by this point.]

Tseng, this is a ship called the Elegante. The Captain's name is Redd, there are people here who aren't from our planet and most of them are harmless. There may or may not be a breach in the security of the ship itself.

Your room is safe, so long as you leave the door closed.

[Video!]

[suited_spectre]

[A few beats to process the information, and Tseng is out the door into the general chaos.]

I'm coming to meet you. [His voice is steely, but with a slight undercurrent of distress.] Have you seen the Director?

[Video!]

[messyturk]

No, I haven't seen Veld. I'd imagine he's in his room or somewhere on the ship, he's able to handle himself. I'll tell you when I get in contact.

I'll be down on deck seven. Room 6332.