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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[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.]