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  <title>Xanth Aumeli</title>
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    <name>Xanth Aumeli</name>
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    <title>[001] {Commentlog/Open}</title>
    <published>2011-01-21T06:20:42Z</published>
    <updated>2011-01-23T05:35:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;small&gt;[&lt;i&gt;Are you walking around the temple this fine evening? Well, lucky you! You may have seen the rare &lt;/i&gt;Xanth Aumeli&lt;i&gt; darting from building to building. He's not usually up this late at night, but when disturbed from his slumber and placed in a new habitat, sleep is hard to come by!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Common predators include cruel teenagers and, if you've been watching what he's running from tonight, loving capybaras.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite alarmed by the new developments, Xanth left his artichoke and started looking around the area. That was when he noticed the dog-rat following him. He has since spent time trying to run from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He moves around the whole temple, sans the Capybara Stables, but he doesn't go in any buildings. Where did &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; find him?]&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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    <title>[ooc] app</title>
    <published>2011-01-20T04:17:02Z</published>
    <updated>2011-01-20T04:17:47Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Character name:&lt;/b&gt; Xanth Aumeli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Background:&lt;/b&gt; Xanth was born Lavirena du Xanth Lesani. In the night elf city of Lux Lucis, the Lavirena are the highest social class. They have the most power, both politically and magically; one cannot become a Lavirena without proving their magical worth. To prevent stagnation of the bloodlines, every fifty years the high priests test a fresh crop of people for magical ability. Among the tested was Aust du Ilya Loutrel. She was born of the Austs, the low class, but her magical power was incredible. She was immediately chosen to be wed to Lavirena du Serxi Lesani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the months after, Serxi was tied up in politics. During one of his many absences, Ilya met Aust du Kallik Adamas and grew close to him. He was tall for an elf, his eyes were darker than any Ilya had ever seen, and his magical ability was extremely poor, but she didn't care. One night, she and Kallik consummated their relationship. It was the next night that Serxi returned and Ilya, not wanting to raise suspicion, slept with him as well. Some nine months later, Xanth was born. This, in itself, was strange, but Xanth was small; most figured him simply an early birth. His arrival was celebrated as any other Lavirena's would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something stranger appeared as Xanth grew. His growth rate was twice that of any elf - equal to that of a human. There was no way he could be Serxi's son, so Ilya went to question Kallik of his heritage. Kallik admitted that he didn't know his mother, but she didn't live in Lux Lucis and his father never spoke of her. There were only two conclusions to be drawn: Xanth was a rare anomaly, lacking much magic at all, or the far worse one - that Xanth was part human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ilya gave him time to grow and show any magical promise, but he didn't. A few months before his first birthday, Ilya realized that Xanth needed to leave Lux Lucis or the entire Lesani family could face harsh punishment. The next time the traders came into town, Ilya searched through them and found Eladora Aumeli, a kind and older Atlian elf. She begged Eladora to take Xanth, even offering her money for doing so. Eladora agreed to take him to Falas, trading capital of Atlia. When the traders left, so did Xanth, never to return. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eladora grew to love Xanth, but she noticed some very strange things about the boy. He looked like a full-blooded night elf, but he had no magic at all. As he grew older, he realized that absolutely everyone else could do things that he couldn't. Every time he asked Eladora about this, she could give no explanation, but Xanth began to form his own theory. He drew the same conclusions that Ilya did: that he was a freak, or that he was half-breed trash. Eladora and her grandson, K'lai, tried hard to make Xanth feel accepted, but that was impossible. The other children in town, all of them wood elves and perfectly magical, teased, taunted, and ostracized him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xanth's self-esteem wore down to nothing. The only people Xanth felt any measure of comfort around were Eladora, K'lai, and a select few crewmembers of the Ella Blue, the ship K'lai worked on. K'lai frequently took Xanth onto the Ella Blue, letting him help here and there and introducing him to work on the ocean as a whole. Xanth grew to love the ocean, despite its temper. When Xanth was twelve, he began work on the Ella Blue as the cabin boy. The captain was laid-back man and treated his whole crew fairly, even going out of his way to punish those who gave Xanth trouble. It was at first out of pity and loyalty to K'lai, but Xanth showed himself to be a hard worker and a kind person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as the years went by, Xanth retreated further into his shell. He constantly worried as to whether he was doing enough, believing that he had to constantly prove himself useful. Xanth grew shyer, more jittery and more nervous. Eladora and the crew of the Ella Blue saw it happening, but they couldn't always protect him. Their positive influence was much too small to nullify the massive, negative influence of the social rejection. It was crushing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xanth has been working on the Ella Blue for five and a half years when he heeds the Call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Personality:&lt;/b&gt; Xanth is nervous, self-deprecating, and will do almost anything for approval. His self-worth was torn to pieces, burnt, and then the ashes were stepped upon by the constant bullying from his peers. He's panicky and easily startled, too - the flight instinct within him has been ingrained. He will run rather than stand his ground, and agree with an insult rather than fight it. Over the years, he's become resigned to his fate and has grown more and more bitter towards strangers, especially the rare few who are nice to him. If they're being kind, they must want something. Generally, he tries to keep his head down and fade into the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beneath all this, Xanth is not a cruel person. He likes animals, because they don't seem to care what you look like or whether you can make fire. He tries to be as kind and forgiving as he can to those who he has befriended. Mentally, he clings to those close to him like a life raft, but he hates to burden anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Appearance:&lt;/b&gt; Xanth is 5'9", which would be very unusual for an elf, but Xanth is part human. Generally, though, he inherited his mother's appearance: light blue eyes and a mess of white hair. Xanth is not as pale as would be usual for a night elf, either; working on the Ella Blue and getting so many sun burns has given him a faint tan. He's filled out over the years thanks to puberty and work on the Ella Blue, but Xanth is tall, gangly, and more than a little awkward-looking. He has plenty of lean muscle, but he rarely uses it to do anything but work. Xanth's ears are also pointed at the tips, though they are the same size as human ears. He's also collected many small scars over the years; these are mostly on his arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Skills/Abilities:&lt;/b&gt; Xanth can sew, patch clothing, and has a basic knowledge of cooking. In addition, moving on unorthodox paths on the ship and scrambling up scaffolding to escape torment have given him a quick sprint and good climbing ability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spoken/Written languages:&lt;/b&gt; Xanth speaks Common. He cannot read or write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Items:&lt;/b&gt; Only his clothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Third person sample:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Xanth doesn't work, one of his favorite things to do is watch the ocean. Whether the sea is rough or balmy, Xanth will sit one the edge of the dock, legs dangling, and watch the waves. Near the dock, below his feet, the water was dark and greenish. Rarely, he can see fish swimming below, but more often he can spot floating pieces of debris; broken pieces of wood; old seaweed; and things so worn by the currents they were unrecognizable. Sometimes Xanth fishes them out of the water to examine them, but more often than not he lets them be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What he enjoys more is to look upon the horizon. There, the blue of the ocean meets the blue of the sky in a perfect line, never mixing or changing. The set and rise of the sun across the ocean is a sight Xanth would be sorry to miss. The way the oranges and pinks contrast against and shine upon the cool dark ocean is simply &lt;i&gt;enchanting&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply to be on the ocean is another thing he loves. When the Ella Blue leaves the dock, some of the sailors are nervous, but that is the one thing Xanth is rarely nervous about. The sway of the boat and the spray of the breeze are comforting. The sea is harsh, but it's equally harsh to everyone. There is no judgment behind its actions; there is only the will of the waves. They are predictable, if one pays close attention - and Xanth always does. It is not his duty to examine the currents and watch the tides, but still he does. K'lai notices and tells him that's good - any sailor worth their salt knows the way of the tides - but this, Xanth would do even without another's approval.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xanth loves the ocean. It is cold, harsh, and completely beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;First person sample:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[Xanth fidgets where he sits. He's avoided turning on the communicator before, and was hoping to continue to do so, but there is a pressing question he must have answered.]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I-- I'm sorry. I-I didn't mean to, t-to, um, i-interrupt or-- uh, a-anything, but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[Xanth swallows hard and twiddles his fingers, picking at the knuckles.]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um. C-Can-- maybe, can you-- t-tell me, uh, what this... th-thing, this brown thing be--behind me, is? It-- I-I, uh, I get-- w-where I am, and, w-what I'm su--supposed to do, b-bu--but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I-I just, I don't... really get it, I-I, I g--guess. It's-- it w-won't... leave me a--alone. I-I tried to, uh, se--set it free, but... i-it just... c-came back? A-All dirty? L-Like it had been... r-rolling in, um, s-something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S-So. Uh. Y--Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[Click.]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;a name='cutid1-end'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>[ooc] announcement</title>
    <published>2011-01-20T04:14:00Z</published>
    <updated>2011-01-20T04:15:05Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;This journal is being recycled for &lt;span  class="ljuser  i-ljuser  i-ljuser-type-C     "  data-ljuser="vertiline_rpg" lj:user="vertiline_rpg" &gt;&lt;a href="https://vertiline-rpg.livejournal.com/profile/"  target="_self"  class="i-ljuser-profile" &gt;&lt;img  class="i-ljuser-userhead"  src="https://l-stat.livejournal.net/img/community.png?v=556&amp;v=923.1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://vertiline-rpg.livejournal.com/" class="i-ljuser-username"   target="_self"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;vertiline_rpg&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. All posts before this entry are from &lt;span  class="ljuser  i-ljuser  i-ljuser-type-C     "  data-ljuser="ms_elegante" lj:user="ms_elegante" &gt;&lt;a href="https://ms-elegante.livejournal.com/profile/"  target="_self"  class="i-ljuser-profile" &gt;&lt;img  class="i-ljuser-userhead"  src="https://l-stat.livejournal.net/img/community.png?v=556&amp;v=923.1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://ms-elegante.livejournal.com/" class="i-ljuser-username"   target="_self"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;ms_elegante&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and are being preserved for nostalgic purposes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are not a member of &lt;span  class="ljuser  i-ljuser  i-ljuser-type-C     "  data-ljuser="vertiline_rpg" lj:user="vertiline_rpg" &gt;&lt;a href="https://vertiline-rpg.livejournal.com/profile/"  target="_self"  class="i-ljuser-profile" &gt;&lt;img  class="i-ljuser-userhead"  src="https://l-stat.livejournal.net/img/community.png?v=556&amp;v=923.1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://vertiline-rpg.livejournal.com/" class="i-ljuser-username"   target="_self"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;vertiline_rpg&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, you need not defriend this journal unless you want to.&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>[027] {Video}</title>
    <published>2010-12-08T14:02:13Z</published>
    <updated>2010-12-08T14:10:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;small&gt;[The video pops on and for once, Xanth doesn't look like hell. He does, however, look pretty confused.]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U-Um, h--hi. C-Can someone tell me w-what-- what th-this-- this i-is? E--Exactly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[The camera pans down to reveal Xanth holding a small handgun. He's not aiming it at anything, nor is his finger even on the trigger, but the safety happens to be off.]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Th--thanks.</content>
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    <title>[026] {Audio/Common}</title>
    <published>2010-10-29T04:33:10Z</published>
    <updated>2010-10-29T04:33:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Has...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[Xanth takes a shaky breath.]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H-Has any--anyone s-seen Kairi l-lately...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[He's not panicky, but by no means does he sound well. He's quiet and he sounds... distant. Like he's not quite there.]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sh-she, uh, she's... n-not that t-tall or sh--short, sh--she's got blue eyes a-and-- and r-re-- r-- red h-hair...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S-So...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I-If you... s-see her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T--T-Tell me? P...Please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;Th-Thanks.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;((OOC: Though the log is currently incomplete, &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/elegante_log/131963.html" target="_blank"&gt;Kairi died&lt;/a&gt; last Sunday.))&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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    <title>[025] {Audio/Common}</title>
    <published>2010-10-18T03:12:26Z</published>
    <updated>2010-10-18T03:12:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Uhm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I-I'm sorry for, uh, I mean-- I don't-- I've b-been making a-a lot of posts, a-and, um, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh! Right, well-- I, um, I'm l-looking for... a-a healer? I mean it's-- it's not an urgent thing, I-I'm-- I'm not, l-like, dying on th-the floor, b-but... I was, there was, uh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[An extended, awkward pause.]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A-A while ago, I mean, I... got hurt. A-And, uh, i-if someone could-- maybe-- h-heal me? I, uh, could r-repay you somehow, maybe? If, uh. I had something y-you needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[Another pause, a quiet throat clear, and then the feed is cut.]&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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    <title>[024] {Audio/Common}</title>
    <published>2010-10-12T03:13:16Z</published>
    <updated>2010-10-12T03:34:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="-2"&gt;[Xanth sighs audibly into the comm. He sounds rather tired and certainly pained, but hey! He doesn't sound sick.]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...w-wow, uh, what-- what did I m-miss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="-2"&gt;[It's not a question and it's half-mumbled. Then, he clears his throat and gets to the meat of this post.]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I--I hope n-not everyone is-- is sick? I-It doesn't sound l-like it b-bu-but... um... well, i-if anyone on, uh, deck ten o-or eleven or t-twelve needs something, I-I could... pr--probably help. G-Get you something, m--maybe, I-I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="-2"&gt;[He doesn't want to go far in this state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a small pause, but then Xanth hastily adds an afterthought:]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And-- um, K-Kairi, I--I... I'm still sorry I-I couldn't make it t-to, uh, th-the maze. I--I'll make it up t-to you!</content>
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    <title>[023] {Commentlog/Closed}</title>
    <published>2010-10-06T08:16:38Z</published>
    <updated>2010-10-06T08:16:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="-2"&gt;[It's not the first time Xanth has gotten shredded and been left bleeding on the floor. But this time, he can't find the strength to do much more than drag himself to the wall. His right arm is only partially functional and his back has several long gouges in it. There's blood everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xanth's head is spinning and his hands are shaking. Come on, come on, if he can just... reach his communicator and call for help... but it's taking him much too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wonders, in the back of his mind, if he'll die again.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((OOC: Takes place a little while after &lt;a href="http://destinedtorule.livejournal.com/15185.html?thread=627793#t627793" target="_blank"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;hearts; ))&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>[022] {Audio/Common + Commentlog/Open}</title>
    <published>2010-09-11T01:59:42Z</published>
    <updated>2010-09-11T01:59:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="-2"&gt;[From down on deck thirteen, Xanth has noticed all the posts on the network making strange claims. So many more passengers? But Xanth has been on this ship long enough to realize that it's too early for that. Not to mention this is too many to be normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if this is the new way Redd is going to gather new passengers, there's nothing Xanth can do about it. Might as well try to adapt.]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm. H--Hello, hi. W--Welcome to th-the M.S. E--Elegante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I-If, uh, a-anybody wants any help s-settling in, u-um... I-I'm Xanth. I-- I can help! I've b-been here a while, so... I can tell you a--a little a-about the sh--ship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="-2"&gt;((OOC: I'm still on hiatus, guys! But I want my entries in chronological order so I'm throwing these up. Backdating will happen if you tag here! ♥))&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>[021] {Commentlog/Open} </title>
    <published>2010-09-04T22:28:11Z</published>
    <updated>2010-09-05T01:22:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="-2"&gt;[Xanth had been in the middle of getting some food from the buffet when the change came. Suddenly the world is so much bigger and his clothes don't fit and where is he what's happening oh no no no what's going &lt;i&gt;on&lt;/i&gt;--]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W-what-- what's happening?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="-2"&gt;[He sounds like he's about to cry.]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="-2"&gt;((Xanth is ten years old and just above four feet tall! What fun.))&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>[020] {Commentlog/Open}</title>
    <published>2010-08-14T00:46:08Z</published>
    <updated>2010-08-14T00:46:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="-2"&gt;[Since his talk with Kairi and Jinx's punishment, Xanth hasn't been sleeping very well or even coming out of his room much at all. But everyone has to eat sometime, right? And look, he's even sleeping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except that it's &lt;i&gt;probably&lt;/i&gt; not for the best that he's doing it out here. He's at one of the tables in the buffet, plate pushed aside to make room for his makeshift pillow of crossed arms.]&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:brittlenerves:5409</id>
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    <title>[019] {Commentlog/Closed to Jinx}</title>
    <published>2010-08-08T02:56:27Z</published>
    <updated>2010-08-08T02:56:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="-2"&gt;((OOC: Backdated to just after &lt;a href="http://lightyourway.livejournal.com/3458.html" target="_blank"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; and before punishments went up.))&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="-2"&gt;[It's a hurt unlike any he's felt before. That's not to say it's the &lt;i&gt;worst&lt;/i&gt; pain he's ever felt, but this is... different. His &lt;i&gt;heart&lt;/i&gt; hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's on the stairs up between decks nine and eight. He's heading up to the forest to hide.]&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:brittlenerves:5240</id>
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    <title>[018] {Audio/Common + Commentlog/Closed} [backdated to afternoon of the 22nd]</title>
    <published>2010-07-23T06:14:56Z</published>
    <updated>2010-07-23T18:00:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="-2"&gt;[Xanth is sheepish today! But not apologetic.]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H--hey, uh, G... Gideon? A-Are you busy r-right now? Be-- because, uh, I was just, I was wondering if... if m-maybe y-you could... come down to S--Sergei's?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, uh, you don't-- you don't have to if, you, uh, don't w-want to or if, y-you know, you're busy or... something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y-- yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="-2"&gt;[Click.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((ooc: shhh i'm good at mixing up dates))&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:brittlenerves:5063</id>
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    <title>[017] {Audio/Common} [backdated to before Jinx's post]</title>
    <published>2010-07-10T06:20:19Z</published>
    <updated>2010-07-10T06:20:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">...h-hey, uh, Kairi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="-2"&gt;[Xanth clears his throat. Awkward is rolling off this kid in waves, as usual.]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I-I was, uh, just-- I was thinking, w-wondering, m-more like -- if, uh, you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...uh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="-2"&gt;[Hesitant pause.]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...w-would... you m-meet me s-somewhere? On, uh, m--maybe-- th-the flower deck?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:brittlenerves:4671</id>
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    <title>[016] {Audio/Common}</title>
    <published>2010-06-30T11:51:39Z</published>
    <updated>2010-06-30T11:51:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Hhhi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, I-I was, uh, just... wondering, you know... since w-we got rained out last time, does-- does anyone want to try c-camping a--again? In, maybe... two or-- or three days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="-2"&gt;((OOC: He means Friday, by the way. :3))&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:brittlenerves:4471</id>
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    <title>[015] {Audio/Common}</title>
    <published>2010-06-25T05:25:46Z</published>
    <updated>2010-06-25T05:25:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Uhm-- u-uh, hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I-- have-- t-two things, today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F--first, Greed? I-I, uhm, I finished y--your clothes! I'm-- I'm sorry, about... the wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="-2"&gt;[He was just a little caught up. Ghadd hangover, wolf attacks, you know. Usual Hellboat business.]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When-- when is good f-for you to get them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...a-and then, uhm, A--Andrew? I... wanted to talk t--to you. In... in person, m-maybe. S-Soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="-2"&gt;[Click.]&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:brittlenerves:4182</id>
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    <title>[014] {Commentlog/Open}</title>
    <published>2010-06-23T06:20:13Z</published>
    <updated>2010-06-23T06:20:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="-2"&gt;[This was getting ridiculous. One one hand, he couldn't catch a break -- but on the other, at least the wolf lost interest after the first strike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After he's sure the wolf is gone, Xanth drags himself to his feet and slowly makes his way to the elevator. He presses his hand against the buttons, possibly hitting a few others in mistake, and then he leans on the wall and waits.]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="-2"&gt;((OOC: Following &lt;a href="http://mildlysexist.livejournal.com/1269.html?thread=10229" target="_blank"&gt;this thread&lt;/a&gt;. Anyone can feel free to jump in.))&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>[013] {Audio/Common + Commentlog/Open}</title>
    <published>2010-06-14T08:42:56Z</published>
    <updated>2010-06-14T08:42:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="-2"&gt;[The patter of raindrops is the first sound audible, but then Xanth's voice cuts in over it.]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I-It... it's... it's r-really raining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="-2"&gt;[Will wonders never cease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xanth is up on the top deck, barefoot and soaked to the bone. He saw the rain gear in his room and decided, screw galoshes. Screw umbrellas. Screw ponchos and rain slickers. It's been too long since he's seen rain and he's not passing this up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A deep, pleased sigh.]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I-I've... I've m-missed this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="-2"&gt;[Then, his tone turns just a little more uneasy.]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C-Could, uhm, could-- could do w-without the, uh, the water i-indoors, th-though. I-I'm, uh, k-kind of worried about it getting i-in my room...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="-2"&gt;[One, two, three-- and then the audio clicks off.]&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:brittlenerves:3792</id>
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    <title>[012] {Audio/Common + Commentlog/Open}</title>
    <published>2010-05-31T08:21:31Z</published>
    <updated>2010-05-31T08:21:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="-2"&gt;[For once, Xanth doesn't sound hurt, or frightened, or panicked. He does, however, sound concerned.]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D-Does, uhm, does-- does a-anyone know if the books a-are s-safe now? Th-the, uh, the-- the library ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="-2"&gt;[Not that he can read, but hey! He's trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's in the library, talking probably-too-loudly-for-a-library into his comm as he roams the book-laden halls.]&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:brittlenerves:3385</id>
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    <title>[011] {Commentlog/Closed to Gideon}</title>
    <published>2010-05-08T03:55:18Z</published>
    <updated>2010-05-08T08:36:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="-2"&gt;[Aaaaargh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dressage and the party had been... distracting, even entertaining. At the very least, they'd gotten Xanth's mind off of the previous day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His face warmed again at the thought of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xanth could get past a lot of Jinx's actions that day as just being Jinx-like. But some of his words got Xanth thinking, and he'd come to a rather awkward conclusion: he had feelings for Kairi and knew jack about what to do with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's sitting at a small table in Skippy Seafood, half-eaten chicken pot pie forgone for frowning down at a little lobster on the table. It's striped with blue and menacingly clicking its claws together. If looks could kill, this crustacean would be a murderer.]&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>[010] {Commentlog/Open}</title>
    <published>2010-04-29T12:18:32Z</published>
    <updated>2010-04-29T12:18:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="-2"&gt;[Coming to port was very, very sudden. Xanth had just enough time to snatch up his bag when, poof! He's standing in a warm forest of strange-looking trees with brown, hairy rocks hanging off of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe they were coconuts. Xanth can't tell the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's in no mood to investigate, though, so he wanders out of the forest. Oh, that is quite the view. Too bad Xanth is ignoring it and staring down at the ground, instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He eases himself down onto the grass and just... sits there. For a while. Then he reaches into his pocket and finds not only his comm, but a map!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...That he can't read! Absolutely &lt;i&gt;wonderful.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might as well head toward that there shore. He's walking between Crustacean Cove and the Palm Tree Forest, along the line of trees and grass. Find him if you can, because he sure as hell cannot find himself.]&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:brittlenerves:3038</id>
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    <title>[009] {Audio/Common} [backdated to 19th]</title>
    <published>2010-04-22T02:40:44Z</published>
    <updated>2010-04-22T02:40:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="-2"&gt;[Xanth's voice is strained. He's trying very hard to get these words out as clearly as he can.]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I-I... I need so-some h-- help, I... I'm... k-kind of h... hurt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="-2"&gt;[He trails off and groans. There are shifting sounds and faint squish.]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The-the-th... i-in... infirmary, it's-- it's D-De--Deck... Deck 02, r... right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="-2"&gt;[OOC: This is backdated to just after &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/elegante_log/87381.html?thread=3253845#t3253845" target="_blank"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; thread. He's not hurt too badly, but there are some nasty gashes on (and glass shards stuck in) his back.]&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:brittlenerves:2615</id>
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    <title>[008] {Audio/Common}</title>
    <published>2010-04-16T17:38:23Z</published>
    <updated>2010-04-16T17:38:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Uhm... h-hi. I-I, uh, I was wondering...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="-2"&gt;[Xanth doesn't sound so shaken this time, but he's certainly uneasy. He clears his throat.]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've-- I've s-seen what's going on, o-on the boat, b-but... a-are... all of you w-waking up alright? L-Like-- n-nothing's... g-getting you w-while you're... asleep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="-2"&gt;[A few moments of silence, then...]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...n-nevermind, that was a-- a weird q-question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U-Uhm... anyone around D-Deck 11 who w-wants to... g-go to the buffet? I-It's... safer in, i-in groups...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="-2"&gt;[He's hoping someone will say yes. He can't eat toothpaste for four days like &lt;i&gt;some&lt;/i&gt; people.]&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>[007] {Audio/Common} [backdated to 12th]</title>
    <published>2010-04-14T08:16:48Z</published>
    <updated>2010-04-15T02:29:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="-2"&gt;[For about the first fifteen seconds of the transmission, there's silence, but then there's a noise like a shuddering breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, finally, Xanth speaks. His voice is even shakier than usual.]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I-I, ahh... I'm... m-missing some--s-some-- some...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="-2"&gt;[Deep breath. It's okay. It's all okay. Everything's fine.]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...some things. Sh-- shirt, p-pants, belt... sh... shoes. If you fff-fi--find a-anything, I-I... I'm... i-in room 2281. On. On. D-Deck e... 11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B-butifit's t-- if... it's too much t-troub-- trouble then &lt;font size="-2"&gt;youcanjust uhh i-it's, they're just c-- clothes. It's fff-fine.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="-2"&gt;[OOC: Xanth is missing a &lt;strike&gt;blue tee-shirt,&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;strike&gt;pair of brown pants,&lt;/strike&gt; a belt, &lt;strike&gt;and shoes&lt;/strike&gt;~]&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>[006] {Audio/Common}</title>
    <published>2010-04-07T01:49:26Z</published>
    <updated>2010-04-07T01:49:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="-2"&gt;[The voices. Those are intensely creepy. Xanth's first instincts were to ask if everyone else was hearing them, but the network answered that question. Instead, he's got a different question.]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Th-these-- these--- v-voices. The. Ev-everyone's hearing them, I-- I just...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="-2"&gt;[He takes a breath. Lets it out slowly.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...th-thhh this is r-really, r-really creepy.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where d-do you th-think they're c... coming from?</content>
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