[some might have noticed miss margie's delivery service post hasn't been announced yet—and it's been four days since it should have gone up. today, there's an explanation for that; unlike with her usual entries, miss margie has opted to speak into the journal instead of write. if one were to visit her around this time, they'd find that it's because she's bundled herself up and her hands aren't very readily available to write with.]

Dear patrons, I am terribly sorry, [she sounds heavily congested;] but the seagulls and I have caught something nasty. . . Un—[sneeze]—ah. . . unfortunately there will be no delivery week. But, rest assured—[sniff] Backwater Brig is and will always be open. . . and this, at least, is not contagious. . . but to those who are worried about hygiene, I am relatively certain it shall pass in a week or so.

We, hhh, apologize, for any inconvenience this may have caused. . .

[If they also happen to be a member of the crew called Shepherds, they can find Luke sitting with his back against the railing somewhere out on the deck. He's taking a break after a long day of distracting himself with chores and...whatever else works as a thing to not make him think about the situation.

So, he's never bothered using the journal beyond searching through it for possible answers. Until now. He's decided to ask a question that's been seriously bugging him.

When he speaks, it's obvious from his tone that he's not ashamed to be asking this.]

So, I was wondering... [He pauses.] I know it has something to do with...candy? But-

[He's scratching at the side of his face for a moment.] What exactly is- Valentine's Day all about? What's it even for?

I know technically it's February right now where we are, but it was October back home. Naruto's birthday would have been a few days ago I think, so we should do something together to celebrate. I don't think he'll mind it's a little late.

[Btw you actually don't have a choice Sasuke she's going to drag you along just giving you a heads up.]

If your brother would like to come, he's invited too.

[Audio]
After that last disaster in my galley, I suppose the only way to make sure you all get the rules is to write them down. If I have to, I'll nail the damn page to the wall.

[Written]
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[Audio]
[And switching back to audio.]

The only exception to the second rule is if I'm not able to do my job which will likely be when I'm dead or dying, and the latter's questionable.

And if you think I'm not allowed to send you for impromptu swimming practice, it was part of my deal with the captain when I signed on.

Also, Captain, I'll be needing to replace what was ruined in that fire next time we hit port.

[Voice open to all. Action to those BEFORE landing.]

[Bepo’s voice is flat and annoyed. He just spent some time stuck in a hold on the deck, little ninja legs kicking under the flooring. He got out, but he’s mad. His suit got a rip in it too.]

To who ever broke the deck.

It happens. No one is going to blame you. These things happen. I’m not mad.

But covering it up with a rug is NOT HOW YOU FIX IT! [he let out a huff there. Calm. calm. This isn’t his ship---] ARE YOU KIDDING ME!? YOU COVERED A HOLE UP IN THE DECK WITH A BLANKET?! WHAT ARE YOU? TEN?!

[yelling now. Indeed.---HUFF. Air. Breath....--grumble]

Someone owes me a new jumpsuit. [now he sounds all gloomy and pouty.]

[The embarrassed ship ‘medic’ is in his room, trying to fix the rip in his jump suit. Oh, be careful on deck. He left it open so others would see it.]