[voice - default filter to the Victoria II]

[The journal starts recording with a click. And not just the click of a journal, more like...could that be the click of bone on bone? Nah, couldn't be.]

. . . AH. A COMMUNICATION DEVICE? PERHAPS?

[Yeah, that voice is, to put it lightly, Not Normal. It is, in fact, a Voice, not so much heard as felt in your bones, like lead slabs slamming down with each word. It's lessened over the airwaves but still, wow.

Of course, most peoples minds will simply dismiss this and 'hear' what he's saying.]

A JOURNALING DEVICE THEN?

[There's...a squeaking. An all-caps squeak. Yep.]

THIS IS WHAT YOU HEARD HER OVER? BOTH A JOURNALING DEVICE AND A COMMUNICATOR. THAT SEEMS...OVERLY-COMPLICATED. BEST TO LEAVE IT ALONE THEN, YOU THINK?

[There's a crash, a flap of wings, and a door slamming open. It seems Susan has crashed the party.]

...Grandfather?! What are you doing he-- give me that!

[The post cuts off abruptly.]

( ooc notes go under here )

[public - accidental voice]

[There's a clatter as a few books and papers fall to the floor along with the journal. The power surge, as it were, caught Susan by surprise, and she stumbled and caught herself on her desk, her balance being severely out-of-whack due to a magic/spirit-power-induced headache. Fun times.]

Ohhh, whoever is doing that...

[She trails off, the sudden headache fading after a few seconds.]

...Hm.

Odd. Not quite magic but not quite....

[She begins picking up the things she's knocked off of her desk]

...There will be trouble over this.


...

Oh dear.

[Yes, she noticed the journal finally, picking it up and shutting it off. She sounds a bit...troubled, and not just by the headache.]

[public]
Plane races, hm? Well. Do endeavour to not crash too terribly.

In the meantime, I believe a cup of tea would be quite nice.
[/end]

( [private to Aizen] )

( [private to Cao Cao] )

( [private - voice] )

[filtered to the Victoria II]

....Will someone please explain to me why something resembling, well...a very small version of the Grim Reaper is following me around?

If this is related to the creatures we were supposed to have picked up, please assure me we won't be keeping these forever?

[A pause as Susan watches it]

I do believe it just floated through my door.

[private - unhackable - voice]

...Oh, grandfather, you were busy...

All those poor people. It's not-- no, it's no use going on about fairness. There's no justice, as grandfather says.

Just us.

Though I can't help but hope they honestly do their best for a fair investigation. Truth, justice, fairness, they may all be lies, but they're the ones we...humans have to cling to.

[a heavy sigh before the recording is switched]

[filtered to Al-Cid Margrace and Millie Thompson - unhackable - voice]

I would...appreciate it very much if you were to keep quiet about any strange powers or attributes I exhibited during our encounter with the yeti creatures.

If you have questions I- I will explain, though I'm not entirely sure you will believe any of it.

I would, however, prefer to keep this quiet, if I may.
[/filter]

[private - hackable - voice]
Oh dear. It seems to be my birthday again.

...

I'm just glad grandfather doesn't really do birthdays.

...

[Sounding dryly amused]
And that I don't have some prince over-eager to throw me a party.

Though...I suppose this does mean I can treat myself to chocola-- [sigh] when we get back from chasing monster smugglers I suppose. For now...

[the recording cuts off in what sounds to the untrained ear like static--and to those in the know like a wrapper]
[/private]

[filtered to the Victoria II]

It has come to my attention that there are several travelers upon this ship who are desirous of an instructor in some sundry matters. I just so happen to be a teacher, well-versed in maths, logic, science, and history, among other academic pursuits. I will consider any offers from those on board who wish to hire me as a tutor in a subject I instruct upon.

I will negotiate prices, of course, and may consider barter an trade offers.

[voice - private - hard to hack]

Oh for heaven's sake the world is not ending. I would know. Grandfather would inevitably try and convince me to not get involved, thereby getting me involved.

I do wonder if ts another of those plots by those dratted Auditors. They seem to like mucking with reality. Subtracting whole islands from the equation...

More likely it's stupid humans doing stupid things again.

Not the end of the world.

...

So how do I tell anyone else that without sounding like a complete lunatic...
[/private]

[voice - public]

Well over-reacting certainly won't help any.

[/public]

[Public for a few hours before she discovers it- voice]

[a thump starts the recording as the journal is shifted and set aside]

[there's a crinkle of wrapping, some silence, and then a frustrated sigh]

Oh, bollocks. A nougat.

Why chocolatiers insist on ruining perfectly good chocolates with nougat, of all things is beyond me.

[shuffling of papers]

Oh my, the Milbourne's are having the costume ball again this year?

...Well I suppose they don't know I'm in Bellcius...or what ship I'm on...

Hmph.

[silence until the recording times out--she's gone back to reading, nougaty chocolate or no]

[ooc: Still hiding out for Long Night. Crazy un-heritage.]

[private - medium hackability]

Oh no, Long Night already.

*sigh* I suppose I'll have to be extra careful these next few weeks. It would be...awkward to stumble...into something with all of this tension. But, with ...things acting up, better not to take chances I suppose.

Hopefully everyone will just think I hate the holidays for social reasons. That would be preferable, and not terribly uncommon, I think, on this ship.

At least Hogswatch was quiet this year. Much quieter.

[ooc: If any of you are wondering what she's talking about: The thinning of the fabric of the universe is going to be hitting Susan harder than most mages, as her powers come, basically, from the natural world itself (well, a function thereof). Therefore, she will be hiding out as much as possible.]

[Filtered to the Victoria II - Voice - Unhackable]

Captain--or whoever is in a position to do something, I suppose. The spiders seem to be using the ventilation system to get around--

*clatter of a metal grating*
*the retreating sound of metal legs on metal*

...Or maybe something more?

Thought someone should know.

[filtered to the Victoria II - Voice]

What's all this nonsense about mechanical robot spi--

[metallic clicking]

Oh.

[more clicking, the creak of a door]

No! Not the chocolates you damn thi-

Stop!

STOP.

[the clicking stops abruptly]

...There had better be a good explanation for this...

[ooc: A note about the Voice and voice posts: upon hearing it over the journal, your character (especially if particularly weak-willed) will feel a alight urge to do what she says.]

[filtered to the Victoria II - unhackable]

Melior, hm? I must confess I haven't been here since I was a small girl. Anything particularly diverting to do?

[/filter]

( [private - unhackable - voice] )

[Voice - private - hackable]
Yes, yes, I think that's the last of them, thank you.

I dealt with nothing worse than a few cuts and scrapes from friendly fire, as it were. Not that I'm disappointed. Rather, pleasantly surprised that this seemingly incompetent crew came out so well against so many undead.

No sign of grandfather still. Have some questions for him... Hopfully we'll be out of here soon--and I can meet a few crew members while we're not fighting off hordes of something.

Hmph. Now I can go back to my book.
[/private]

[filtered to the Victoria II - Usual ship security - voice]

Triage is on the top deck, those with major injuries to be moved to the infirmary as needed.

Anyone not currently manning the defenses can help too. First aid experience isn't necessary, I can give you something to--

No, no, those go over there. Yes, by the crate.

We've not got a lot of room, but if you're injured, come see me as soon as possible.
[/filter]

[private -- hard to hack - voice]

Hordes of dead people.

What's grandfather done now?

Hmph. Well I suppose I should try and help. *sigh* I thought I was done with this after last Hogswatch....

[filtered to the Victoria II - Voice]
This is the famed Victoria II? One wonders what it's famous for.

Ahem. Hello, my name is Susan Sto Helit. I will be sailing aboard your...ship, as a passenger.

Please try not to disturb me too much for the duration of the voyage.
[/filtered]

[filtered to self - Voice]
Hard to believe that this is the Reial-famous Victoria II. Though perhaps they've been through a hard time recently.

At least it'll be harder for that damn bird to find me.

*sigh* Well, it's only a short trip. Hopefully.
[/private]

[ooc: All strikes muttered]

Con-crit can go here, comments screened.

If you feel the need for complete anonymity, my thread on the most current HMD meme.

( A life less ordinary )

Relationship meme for Susan (Sto Helit, that is). Comment and I'll let you know what she thinks of your character or (if they haven't had much interaction) what she might think.