#crew logs

THE SPIDER IS OFFICIALLY ATTACKING. THE ONE THAT I’VE BEEN TALKING ABOUT. IT’S IN THE CABIN. THERE’S ALSO ANOTHER ON THE HELM. I’M FRICKIN’ SCARED. IT’S TRYING TO CORNER ME AND I DON’T HAVE A GUN. I NEED A GUN. WHERE DID THE SPIDERS COME FROM. I- CRAP. IT KNOCK OVER A DAMN TABLE. HELP. ANYONE. I’M IN THE MESS HALL. I- GODDAMMIT.

SPIDERS HAVE TOO MANY LEGS. TOO MANY DAMN EYES. HEEEEEELLLLPPPP!!!!!!!!!

Alrighty. Today was. Slightly terrifying. I thing there’s something following the boat. I wanr to alert lookout but I’m afraid that I’m slightly insane because I saw a spider the size of a small dog on the side of the boat. Since it’s not attacking me I didn’t contact spider removal crew. But I am regretting it slightly. I think it’s staring at me. Or at least it was.

I also found that the habit of finding a way to sleep anywhere was handy because honestly I didn’t find a bunk. I slept in storage pr rather outside of it. Tonight I look out into the Void with pride. I’m going to sneak into the kitchen chat up the baker and Milkshake manager possibly. Try to find a way to sleep next to the oven. I also think that I should talk to fellow historians. Curse my shyness and natural introverted-ness. Wish me luck!

-Wishfulina the Historian

I’ve heard he have some stowaways on board, and that this has been causing some conflict. As it is my job as Human Relations to maintain a sense of community on this ship, I’d like any disputes crew-members may have with stowaways to be brought to a happy conclusion. I am aware that the stowaways are not supposed to be here, but we can’t kick them off now on a strange island. I’ll let the captain decide what to do with them in the long run, but in the meantime please keep the conflicts to a minimum and if you need a mediator, I’m always available to help however I can.

-Wolf, signing off