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[Hey guys, Paceface here to chat! How's the weather aboard? Bloody and depressing? Right... sounds on par.]

I've only been here for a little over a month, and things have progressed this much?

[He won't say 'finally, about time', because that's just rude as hell. People are dead, and he's not so heartless to ignore that.]

Once a creature is killed, don't assume others won't take its place; monsters like them? They're greedy and stubborn. And they're like rats. How long have they been grouping in those halls after you'd cleared out that single department? How long have they known about that incident? If they're capable of reproducing, we're in even more trouble. There could be a ring of them around us and we'd never even know it, possibly just waiting for our pods to malfunction again... or for our doors and lights to stop working.

[Scaring people? Yes, I like to scare people. But it's for good intentions, at least. He'd like to at least put those thoughts out there.]

I think it'd be in everyone's best interests to not wander into the dark abyss of hallways alone from this point. [don't listen to him, he's a hypocrite] Though... if anyone's planning to regroup and send out a hunting team, I would be more than happy to join one. I've nothing to lose, and death doesn't particularly scare me like it used to. I don't think I'm the only one out there that would agree to that, especially with the things so many have seen and suffered through.

... Death just isn't as scary as it used to be.

[... Speaking of 'death'. He pauses, thoughtful.]

I hope the kid finds peace in hers. She was a brave girl... and considering what I've seen of her on the network, I imagine she's no ordinary child; does anyone see anything familiar about the map she'd drawn on the walls? Her own little mural, so to speak. What did she see in that little head of hers that prompted an art session? Where does this floor plan lead? If it's truly one at all.

... Let us know on the network if anyone finds out more.

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If you have a soul.

... How would you be able to tell something like that?

I can hear them.

Um.

Sort of.

I have to work at it.

... I would love to know.

[He's never considered actually figuring anything out like this--

It sorta makes him a little nervous.

What, no. He's always composed and cool, he's never nervous.

Never.]

Do you like piano music?

You may need to sit with me and listen to a lot of it while I figure it out.

[He smiles a little at that. What the hell're you getting yourself into, Garrett? Literal soul-searching with pianos?]

Sure. I've even played a little here and there.

[Edward Cullen isn't the only old dude who plays piano, okay.

....]

Is it like reading sheet paper to you?

No, it's not nearly that easy.

Well... anything you can see within my cursed soul, I'd be grateful to hear about.

[The truth is it gives her something to do, to focus on, to think about.]

I'll do my best.

I expected no less from such a helping soul.

Your name suddenly makes all the more sense.

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My mother was strange.

And strangely accurate, for what you're capable of.

But she's someone you're not too fond of?

She only liked me when I was a baby. She forgot about me when I grew up.

My condolences. Being forgotten is never pleasant, especially by someone like a parent.

Both fortunately and unfortunately, I was born at a time when orphans to the dead were pretty common, so... I can't say I'd understand how cruel parents can be.

[And he had no one to think him anything other than dead, after he'd turned. He left home and didn't come back for a full 100 years; everyone who could've recognized him were 6 feet under.

He visit their graves, before.

Of course, he'd rather not... talk about those who'd met him after he turned.

Some unsavory memories trickle in, but he puts them right the hell in the back again.]

What year?

1747.

The year I was born, anyway. Allegedly. I'm afraid I've lost track of my actual birthdate.

1996.

You don't want to drink my blood, right?

[Yes. His body wants to suck every human dry here. He'd love to have a mouthful of warm blood from a living body again; the beat of a heart, the pulse of arteries—

It's something he can't stop from cycling in his mind.

He just couldn't stop it.]

I don't want to drink the blood of anyone here. It's a tempting thing, human blood--but should the situation arise that it's in front of me, I'd flee before I'd bring harm to anyone.

That's not my intentions aboard this ship.

You don't have to take a vampire's word for it—I understand why you or anyone else wouldn't—but I have no intention of harming you, either.

I believe you.

I met another vampire on this ship. He was kind to me, too.

We have our moments.

Believing us is one thing, but don't trust vampires--even if they're honest and have good intentions, you should stay near others. Some aren't as good at controlling their thirst.

[And if you get chewed on, he won't get to figure out what the hell you've got going on here. It's too cool to let you go and put trust in dangerous creatures, y'know.]

Should I get a chaperone while I play?

You should find yourself in the safest settings the ship has to offer—until you know they're capable of controlling themselves. Newborns are particularly bad.

A little caution always goes a long way. I've gotten used to blood enough that it mostly just makes me uncomfortable to be around.

I can't say the same for others, since I don't know them.

Well...I'll trust you.

[...]

Glad to hear it.

I'll be waiting.

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