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[nico_oniichan]

Do y’know how disappointing it is to finally be done with a huge mess back home only to find out you’re not dead but you still hurt like hell and you’ve woken up on some rust bucket? Not that I was expecting big, pearly gates and clouds but… This looks a lot like the inside of a sand steamer. Guess Hell is less about the torture and suffering than

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[wandthief]

Isn't there a bed in your room?

[nico_oniichan]

Wait... I got a room?

[wandthief]

You should have? Where are you right now?

[nico_oniichan]

Definitely not Hell, then.

There's a washing machine.

[tartaned]

You're here because you've committed some sin in life, and you've been given the chance to atone for it.

That's the short explanation, in any case, but I imagine it'll suffice for now. You should indeed have been given your own room.

[nico_oniichan]

...That so? Can't imagine what I'm doing here, then.

By who? I don't even remember how I got here.

[tartaned]

I'm sure you'd like me to think that, but there isn't anyone here who doesn't deserve to be. Still, it isn't any of my business; once you have a warden, he'll have a file regarding your situation.

The Admiral, most likely, who captains this ship. I'd caution you to leave the laws of reality at home. Not much makes the strictest sense here, I'm afraid.

[nico_oniichan]

No offense meant but I don't really care what you think. I just wanna go to sleep.

Yeah? Well, home didn't make a lick of sense either so I guess I'll be fitting in just fine.

[bob_fraser_snr]

Where are you, son?

[nico_oniichan]

Laundry room, from the looks of it.

[bob_fraser_snr]

You should have been given a room. I'll come down there, see if we can't find you anything.

[nico_oniichan]

...Thanks.

[f_ckitybye]

Oh, cry me a fucking river, lad. Over half the people on the Lusitania here can say the same fucking thing.

[nico_oniichan]

I ain't looking for sympathy, you dumb shit. I just wanna go to fucking sleep, which I think is pretty goddamn reasonable. So either tell me where I can find a bed or keep rattling on about shit I don't care about.

[f_ckitybye]

What, the Admiral fucking forget to assign you a room?

Fucking standards around here, more shit every fucking day.

I got nothing, son. Try some door handles and see where that gets you.

[nico_oniichan]

Gonna take a wild guess and say yeah, since everyone keeps telling me I should have one when I don't.

Right, thanks.

[fourafterfive]

I think can manage a request for cigarettes, if you like. Hello, I'm Evey. Welcome aboard.

[nico_oniichan]

That'd be appreciated, miss. Name's Nicholas D. Wolfwood. And uh, thanks. I think.

[fourafterfive]

Just Evey is fine, Mr. Wolfwood. You seem to be taking this all in stride.

[nico_oniichan]

All right, but only if you'll drop the "mister" stuff.

For now. I'm sure I'll start freaking out once the novelty wears off.