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"Hey, Arthur!" Crichton practically bursts into their shared room, completely forgetting to use the secret knock again in his excitement.

"I found something in the shop. I think you'll like it." Listen to him. He's so proud. What could it be?

[Mind your step, Arthur, because the doorstep is wet and slick with something, giving off a sickening metallic scent. A crumpled yellow bathrobe lies just outside the door, soaked with the same liquid.

A dripping sound can be heard, as the door is similarly smeared. Should Arthur ask anyone to describe it, it spells:]

[ Sometime after all this bloody door business, Arthur will receive a series of texts. ]

Where are you? It's Steve.

We need to talk.

It's important.

It's a measure of something - the fact that Nobunaga is, in fact, trying to not act like he owns every piece of the ship as much as everything in his life to this point - that he knocks. And knocks. AND KNOCKS. Actually the patience is so low, he might as well just break the door open.

Composed. He is composed. Like ice. But angry ice. A stabby snowman of doom.

If he was more sensitive, he'd realize Arthur is probably not in a great state and could be just as worried, but Nobunaga's a little too angry and more in ACTION than methodically plot out long term solutions and slow processes right now.

[A short, simple message.]

Arthur.

you kist him?

[ At some point Steve hears Arthur's phone say something along the lines of "Arthur what the fuck are you talking about" and a genius idea is formed. If Arthur's phone reads texts it must have a way to describe the little pictures too, right? This is how he can prove to Ryan that he's right actually and that one picture is ice cream and not shit. ]

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Arthur, In case you notice someone's hung a few fliers in the next couple of days, that's just me. I'm offering lessons in how to wear a suit to the 'young whippersnapper' population of the ship. You're welcome to come if you find the time. I just didn't want you to be frustrated by fliers you can't read. Johnny

[ at some point on the evening of the 24th, if arthur returns to his room he'll find a small package just outside the door. it contains a tommy bahama brand candle. sort of. someone's painstakingly dug the candle out of the tin and replaced it with a little bit of weed.

there is no note attached, but he will receive a text as follows: ]

i left a christmas present outside your door

i hope you like it

merry christmas

steve

"Hey, Arthur, I just had the best idea for how we should spend today." Uh oh. Crichton has another plan. This could be dangerous.

"Erin carved me this really cool pipe that's supposed to look like Gandalf's from the Lord of the Rings movies." Yes, those do exist apparently, Merry Christmas. "And I was thinking... there's no Friday here to police if we smoke in the rooms so what do you say to combining my gift with the one you got from Steve?"

Can we meet?
I want to tell you something but I'd rather do it in person.

- Tayrey

[She'd actually rather do it by datanet message or whatever this is, but that would be both cowardly and not fair to Arthur if he has to get someone else to read it out to him, she doesn't really know how this ancient alien technology works.]

[It's a risk to text Arthur given how his phone works, but this is important, and not something he wanted to talk about in earshot of others.]

Arthur, I'd like to talk about what we saw in the trial. What is a good time and place for you?

Mr. Lester, this is Helena Adams. Erin informed me you were kind enough to ask after my condition, and I thank you. I'm going to be completely all right, I merely need some rest.

Hey as a concerned friend and karaoke buddy: What the fuck is going on with you and Crichton right now? Did you break up or are you 'on a break' or what happened and who's fault was it? Just so I know who to invite next time we hit chatterbox

Hello Arthur. This is Siffleur. I do not get involved in things, but when we spoke, it was clear you are a very private man. Crichton is drunk and trying to get someone to kill him. Do not seek him out. He told me things about his past, and that the memory he invaded included your daughter. This is not a request for more information. You should know that he is sharing your personal information when he shares his own. Again, do not seek him out. Harvey will not let him die, so he is safe. I have agreed to step in if Harvey hurts anyone. If you are in danger, contact me and I will take care of things. Sorry for the long message.

[the death rolls over her, making her feel sick, but also excited at the same time. Which of course makes her feel even worse. The nausea comes next.

Someone close dying always feels painful, but this is mixed with fury and sorrow and acceptance and something darker she can’t name.

After a few moments, she pulls out her phone]

Arthur Crichton. What happened?

[ a new friend has found its way to arthur's cabin! it sits in wait
outside the door to meet him. :) ]

Edited 2023-05-30 19:28 (UTC)

just checking to make sure you have no lingering side effects from the fairy drugs
since you were already messed up when i met you and that wasn't exactly fixed
you make a very cute dog but i expect you don't wish to be one all the time

If you want the daggers, you have to go through the Captain now. Good luck with that.

i owe you a new cane after what happened to the last
i have something that may work, very sturdy
come by my room when you can, i'll keep a lookout for you so it will be easier

[sent right in the middle of this!]

MUTINY!

The ship is ours and the rules no longer apply. Try it out right now! They can't stop all of us. Start a fire! Take some goods without a pointless charade! For fun, for freedom, just because you can!

[This is not strictly true, but Ari would love it very much if you caused as much chaos as you possibly can at this precise moment.

Replies to queries or complaints may be limited; Mission Control is very busy right now.]

[[Hurriedly texted while he walks away from a harrowing conversation,]]

Jesus christ arthur this woman has a fucking shard in her head shit shit what the fuck

I'm doing the thing

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