the ship’s Wi-Fi went down for two hours. we rediscovered religion, philosophy, and violence. someone started a betting ring over who’d snap first.

I’ve been able to speak with 3b alone, while 2b was asleep. Here is a transcript of our conversation;

Fuel mumbled to himself, he could see Lucas in the corner of his vision. To anyone else, they would have assumed Lucas was asleep. Fuel knew that wasn't true, neither of them slept anymore. The man, the one that had talked to Fuel before, sat in front of him, his legs crossed and a clipboard in his lap.

“Hello 3b, how are we today?” He spoke, and Fuel curled into himself.

“What di’you do to me…” Fuel mumbled, he wrapped his arms around himself and held his knees to his chest. He could feel how tight the bandages around his eye was, he felt like they were squeezing his brain.

The man sighed, looking down at his clipboard, “You are part of a new age experiment. You’re going to help build the future, 3b.”

“No.” Fuel shook his head, “I don't wan’to! I want to go home! I don’t wanna do this!”

He let out a breath as he felt a pain in his back. Fuel could feel his back break and burn, he cried out in pain. He doubled over, grabbing at his hair, screaming.

“3b… Please, calm down. You’re doing this to yourself. The more emotional you are the more the mechanics will act out!” The man had stood back up, stepping back in fear.

“Get away from me! Get away from me!”

At this point I left immediately. The idea of waking 2b up scared me immensely. Well, I was also able to speak with 4b today, as I was rather productive. So, heres in the transcript of that:

Nana hid herself away in the corner of the room. She could feel three sets of eyes boring into her. Those… things and that doctor, the one she met when she first came here.“

Hello ma’am.” The doctor spoke, smiling at her.

“Where am I? What are you going to do to me?! And where did you take Fuel? Do you have Lucas and Claus too?!” She stood up as tall as she could, but the man still looked at her as if she were small.

“I just want to ask you a couple questions. I already have your basic info from our last talk, but I know how it was cut short…” The doctor tapped his clipboard a few times.

Nana paused, thinking for a moment, “Fine. But you have to get me away from these… things.” She gestured towards her roommates, those monkey-monster things. At first they were kind, but now they growl at her, pull her hair, and try to bite her.The man tilted his head in confusion,

“Might I ask why?”

“Because they're mean!” She said, crossing her arms, “They bite! And they’re not… natural. Dark Dragon would never create something like that…”

The man thought for a moment, “I’m afraid I can't do that.”

“Then I’m not answering any of your stupid questions!”

The man sighed.

You feel a gentle pressure in your mind. Someone is trying to reach you via your Trump.

You accept the Trump contact from Moxon.

The image of Moxon is in an unfamiliar location, but it at least looks Ardenesque. Not that a man would have 'Safehouse #5' signs. He's surrounded by boxes, suitcases and what looks like several surgical kits from legitimately the most horrifying dentist-slash-demolitions expert ... basically ever. "How's the meditation going?"

To the image of Moxon, Alec says, "not bad. I've noticed meditation seems to be your suggestion for a lot of things, but it also seems to work. I'm starting to notice subtle things I wouldn't have paid attention to before, like differences in birdcalls."

The image of Moxon chuckles. "You have to know the real birdcalls so you can distinguish the coded ones -- you'll hear how many men, whether they're armed or wounded, whether to expect magic. Just don't confuse them with the real ones."

To the image of Moxon, Alec looks a bit disappointed. "Ah. I had no idea," he says. "I couldn't even tell." He sighs. "Guess I have a lot further to go than I first thought. Um, where are you, by the way?"

The image of Moxon says, "I'm an angry, angry man. Plus Dirk is my brother. So: much deep breathing."

To the image of Moxon, Alec laughs. "Fair enough," he says. "I can't blame you. So that's your quiet place then? Got it."

The image of Moxon shrugs. "It's the place where the world makes sense. Can be noisy? Whether I'm calling someone a cock-juggling thundercunt in my head or just setting off explosives, it's permitted. Eardrums grow back, but a properly-timed smoke bomb? That's a precious thing."

To the image of Moxon, Alec looks confused. "Properly timed smoke bomb?" he echoes. "What exactly do you do there?"

The image of Moxon says, "My people loathe magic, but they do love machines."

To the image of Moxon, Alec says, "I see. Not a quiet place, then, a tinkering place. But why loathe magic?"

Dirk walks in on four paws and bounces towards you and says "Who are you talking to? and are you talking about Begma?"

The image of Moxon shrugs. "My ancestors decided machines were superior, I suppose. Everything's steam and electricity. At least they make good coffee. Anyway, I didn't call to brag. You ever seen a wyvern?"

To the image of Moxon, Alec looks down as Dirk approaches. "I think so," he says. "And to the only person who has my trump." He returns his attention to Moxon. "A wyvern? No, but I heard there were some spotted in Arden."

The image of Moxon nods. "Harper, Liyandra and I are going wyvern-spotting. I told my Lieutenants you could probably use the experience."

Dirk says "Tell Moxon that I think he has badger breath and wolverine manners."

To the image of Moxon, Alec looks a bit startled at Moxon's suggestion. "Well, alright then," he says. "If you think I'm ready for that." His expression then changes to a grin, apparently at something Dirk's said. "I'm not telling him that," he says to the cat.

The image of Moxon squints, checking the background. "Does Dirk just lie in sunbeams nearby? Where are you two?"

Dirk says "why not? its true just ask him."

To the image of Moxon, Alec says to Dirk, "Yeah, well, if it's true, then he probably doesn't need reminding of the fact." Then, to Moxon, he says, "in Eastgate. You caught me just as I was about to head deeper into the forest to meditate."

The image of Moxon nods. "In that case, remember: purple monkey dishwasher."

To the image of Moxon, Alec tilts his head. "Remember what now?"

Dirk says "mind if I join your conversation?"

The image of Moxon wags eyebrows. "Just reciting nonsense. Either I'm trying to clear your mind of obstructions, or I'm just terrible. Have fun deciding which one."

To the image of Moxon, Alec snorts. "I'm pretty sure I know which one," he says. "Anyway, Dirk would like to join in the conversation. Apparently, he needs to tell you something and isn't liking the fact that I'm not passing on the word."

The image of Moxon says, "He is an ass, but tell him to touch your shoulder. While repeating the bit about being an ass."

To the image of Moxon, Alec says, "er, I'll let you tell him that yourself." He glances at Dirk. "Go for it," he says.

Dirk touches Alec and now shares his Trump contact.

To the image of Moxon, Dirk says, "hey"

The image of Moxon nods a greeting. "Dirk. I was just asking Alec to relay a vital communique: it is about how you are a silly person."

To the image of Moxon, Dirk says, "Ok, I just wanted you to know you have badgerbreath that's all."

The image of Moxon says, "Badger-breath, maybe. Thumbs? Definitely."

To the image of Moxon, Dirk says, "With wolverine manners. Badgerbreath."

The image of Moxon says, "One of us has quite a bit more fur on his ass than the other."

The image of Moxon says, "... also, quit hijacking a Trump call to berate a superior officer."

To the image of Moxon, Dirk says, "You're my brother. A bear ate your sense of humour? Well then I'll just shut up."

The image of Moxon says, "Nah-nah-nah boo-boo."

To the image of Moxon, Alec says, "I thought you'd know by now the sorts of respect he has for you. If you didn't want to be berated, why did you give him the okay join?"

The image of Moxon says, "Perhaps I like being reminded of my badger-breath."

To the image of Moxon, Dirk says, "I love my brother, that's why I tell him his breath smells. and his clothes do too."

To the image of Moxon, Alec says, "I'll have to keep that in mind, then."

The image of Moxon says, "Hunted dragons before? At all?"

To the image of Moxon, Alec shrugs. "I can't recall hunting any dragons, but then again, all my memories aren't quite back yet."

The image of Moxon nods. "'Possible expert dragon-hunter.' That's in my notes."

To the image of Moxon, Dirk says, "But do you hunt flying pigs?"

To the image of Moxon, Alec says, "Let's not assume things so quickly about the dragon hunting..."

The image of Moxon says, "You'll have a monster-hunter, a wildlife specialist and a tracker along. It'll be fine."

To the image of Moxon, Dirk says, "Where's he going and whose is gong with?"

To the image of Moxon, Alec says, "Well, that does make me feel somewhat better, at least. The expedition last night wasn't too bad even though we did get attacked. Harper mentioned that Wyverns aren't that bad. What's the worst thing that could happen?"

The image of Moxon says, "Training step one: 'Never ask that question.'"

To the image of Moxon, Alec gulps. "Noted," he says. "Don't like the sound of that, though..."

The image of Moxon says, "Just expect the unexpected. Life is spicy, sometimes."

To the image of Moxon, Dirk says, "Yep so where are we taking Alec?"

The image of Moxon says, "Hunting."

To the image of Moxon, Alec says, "of the dragon variety, apparently."

To the image of Moxon, Dirk says, "what did the dragon ever do to you?"

The image of Moxon says, "They're in my turf."

To the image of Moxon, Dirk says, "They are in your house?"

To the image of Moxon, Alec says, "I thought Harper said they were mostly harmless."

The image of Moxon says, "The balance. Like the Regent said, they're ... involved. So we hunt."

To the image of Moxon, Dirk says, "Good luck. Oh Caine might reacknowledge me."

To the image of Moxon, Alec asks, "involved?"

The image of Moxon smirks. "I'll be the black dog, then. Fantastic."

To the image of Moxon, Alec asks Dirk, "Why would you want him to reacknowledge you anyway?"

To the image of Moxon, Dirk says, "No you're the black badger"

To the image of Moxon, Dirk says, "Cause he'smy dad and we talked. I haven't decided anything yet."

The image of Moxon nods. "Giant Piece of Shit Gives Man Medal. Film at 11."

To the image of Moxon, Alec says, "Caine doesn't seem to be the type to be winning any father-of-the-year awards. And I thought you were happy claiming Gerard as your dad."

The image of Moxon says, "What the kid said."

To the image of Moxon, Dirk says, "I am. it was just interesting"

To the image of Moxon, Dirk says, "I only ever wanted to make him proud of me."

To the image of Moxon, Alec says, "Oh. Well, that does seem like quite the goal. And Wyverns will do that?"

The image of Moxon says, "What the kid said."

The image of Moxon says, "Anyway, Alec, start packing. Dirk, help the best you can. With Dad and all."

To the image of Moxon, Dirk says, "I will do my best."