Voice;

[stagethreeclinger]

So I know for human babies, you're supposed to play like Mozart next to their crib while they're sleeping to make them super geniuses or whatever - what about turtle babies? Is there like... a Symphonic Whale Calls Orchestra we can get a CD of or something?

Aquadude? Aquakid? Other Aquafolks? Can I get a weigh-in here?

What are the rest of you turtle-parents doing for your Mack truck cab sized turtle baby eggs? New parent anxiety, you know how it goes.

Private to Vanessa;

Hey girly, we missed some lessons due to sudden onset underwater turtle. Wanna schedule a make-up?

Private to Jaybird;

Soooo, did we go to the turtle dance? Did we make friends? Did we get laid? PS: you need it.

[ translation: are you alive, where are you, can i stalk you, hey, hi. oh wait, he knows something better ]

And on the side of shit you're actually interested in - by the way, I'm a weapons genius, do you want more stuff to kill people with? Because that can be arranged.

Private Kyle;

Uh, sound off? Olly olly oxen free? Marco?

[ basically, hey, what's up, bro, he misses you, did underwater dead turtle demons eat you? ]

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voice

[stagethreeclinger]

[ g l e e. you know what, he will play mozart. assuming he can find it. ]

Hey, I will. Actually, a friend's coming by later and we're going to do some keyboard serenading. You're welcome to hang out.

It's so cold, you know! Like how would you like it if your parents were just calling you 'Fetus'?

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[unetrustworthy]

[Whatever.]

I wouldn't know, because I wouldn't have been born yet. [A pause, and then, a little softer:] Papa used to say he named me because I was born at noon, when the sun was at its highest in the sky. If that's true, then I wouldn't have had a name until then anyway.

[She says nothing about the 'hanging out' invitation. Neither an acceptance nor a decline. Still debating over what she should do.]