[[ooc: typos are intentional. her hands are shaking.]]

Wwhat's the use ofr celebrating birthdays if you dodnt even age/?

Hey. Captain. I gave the box back so why do I feel like shit again? I didn't do anything wrong. I've been behaving.

uuuugh for fuck's sake.

Haine. I need to talk to you whenever you're available.

I have to wonder how common guilt is amongst those who have killed...and if it is present at all, to what degree. Though for some people, killing is as easy and as normal as taking a breath, and is a task that can be accomplished when in a normal state of mind...for others, it requires a sort of disassociation...letting something, someone else ( Read more... )

[Immensely loud and almost crazed laughter.]

I GUH-GOT A BLUE ONE, I GOT A B-BLUE ONE! Heeeeeehehehehe...

[The laughter dies down a bit, and then there's a slight shuffling of cloth as Evelyn digs through the pockets of the blue.]

Hey, u-uhm...wasn't someone b-b-babbling about...boxes or something earlier? Cuz...well.

Wuh-well then, isn't this one huh-hell of a party...! Hah.

[Loud laughter that quickly shifts into a feral growl. Yeah, Evie's tearing up some pirates right about now.]

Anyone c-care to join me?

[There’s the quiet noises of Evelyn fumbling with the communicator for a minute or two, pressing buttons and everything, before she realizes she’s turned it on and finally speaks.]

I…u-uhm, hello, I guh-guess this thing is re…recording? M-m-my name is Evelyn, and…I’d v-very much like tuh-to know where I am.

Whoever buh-brought me h-here…I’ll…

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