madteos: (M'the spark that makes your idea bright)
[Matt had ventured into deck 12 today, looking for knick knacks and other miscellaneous items. While digging through the suitcases, he happened upon one completely filled with the letters of the English alphabet.

In a move that could only be described as pure genius, he stuck his hand into the suitcase, just to see if it was really full of magnetic letters. And yeah, it really was. Unfortunately, when he pulled his hand back out, it was covered in letters. He tried to get them off. But they only ended up stuck to him. Excellent There's one stuck to his stomach, there's one on his shoulder, his forehead, and his ass. Yeah don't even ask.

The comm clicks on.]

--stupid thing.
A little help? Please?
madteos: (To call your brother son)
[The comm hums to life. There's a beat of silence. Finally, the window opens and whoever is listening can probably hear the ocean.]

No...

[The voice sounds so far away. But finally, he picks up the communicator and takes a deep breath to steady his nerves.]

Listen, please. I'm not a weapon. I'm not dangerous. I promise. Can you fix me? If you can fix me so I won't have to go there, I'll let you. Just don't make me go. Can...---

[He stops midsentence, shutting the window.]

Can't we talk about it?

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