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[It seems someone has decided to change his voicemail following graduation. Hes trying so hard to sound professional, business like, but Hanna's usual enthusiasm bleeds through easily.]

You have reached the mailbox of Hanna Cross. If you don't have an appointment, my secretary will follow up with a return message shortly. [a short pause.] meaning me. I'll get back to you, don't worry.

And if this is an emergency what are you doing on the phone? Cardio is your friend. byyyye!

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[Hanna pauses at the clarification, looking up. Well, he broke his own rule. That didn't happen often.]

Excuse me, that was rude. Someone.

[dead_boy]

[Nico just gives him a look that silently says uh-huh in the least impressed way possible. It's a very eloquent look.

Then he sighs, and says,] There are monsters. Where I'm from. A lot of them. And they tend to come after certain types of people.

Like me.

[So: If this is a similar situation - it can't be the same, but maybe similar? - he's trying to say he understands.]

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[Hanna takes a decent sip of soda, pretty sure that there was a miscommunication here that he'll have to clarify.]

Monster isn't a term I like to fuck around with. I work with the paranormal, but they're not monsters. They're people, no matter what they look like. They aren't things, they have feelings, and sometimes they get pissed off and eat people.

That's just how it goes. I try and prevent that, but my apartment isn't exactly a Fortress of Solitude. So, I try and keep them out when I can because sometimes I piss them off in trying to fix things.

[He takes another sip of his soda and pats the mattress next to him.] That clear it up a little?

[dead_boy]

[In this case, maybe not so much miscommunication as - different contexts. But the explanation does at least make things a little more clear.]

Oh. Yeah, the things where I'm from are generally actual monsters. Sorry.

[Well, some have feelings. Some are intelligent. But not all, and they definitely work differently than humans.]

But if you're worried about that here, you probably don't need to be.

[Frankly, he gets it - he's still constantly looking over his shoulder, expecting to be attacked.

Even so,] I get wanting to protect your place. You could ask the Admiral. He does answer questions. Even from inmates, he's said. He just won't grant inmate requests, but if you're just looking for answers, he should have them.

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I'm not going to correct you, though I still think don't think it's the nicest thing to call someone, scary creature or no.

[What makes a monster, Nico? He's still not sure he likes the term.]

I never said I was worried, just want to know how secure the door is. Pretty sure Eric murdered a bunch of people right before I showed up and that seems to happen often, so making sure I know where I can go so I don't get dead again is kind of important, seal or no seal.

[He makes a face at the suggestion of talking to the Admiral about it, but resources were resources he supposed. If he had to, he would.] Captain Jackass stole my bathroom, my stove and my magic, he's not really on my list of people I'd like to talk to. Though, making a request through you or who ever I'm stuck with some how makes it a little better, don't ask me how that works, it just makes sense in my head.

[dead_boy]

[Admittedly the classical definitions that govern most of Nico's life do not always allow for a lot of nuance. But while he sees Hanna's point, it's just what they're called, and he's not about to argue semantics right now.]

Right, yeah. [Nico makes a face.] There really are a lot of murders around here. [And he can tell every single time one happens.] Your cabin should be safe. The only other locking doors are places you'd need a warden to get you in in the first place, but I guess if somebody's chasing you and you have time, you can call me.

[He hesitates, then adds:] I can get into any public space on the ship faster than most anyone else.

And if you need me to request anything from the Admiral, I will.

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[Picking his soda back up he shifts, pulling his leg under the other to get comfy.] Oooh, that sounds cool, how do you do that?

[Because learning about what people can do is one of his favorites. He shakes his head, waving off Nico's offer.] Naw, I mean yes, i've got one or two, but tell me about your shit first. And then maybe we can play game or two. There's a very serious order of operation we've gotta follow here from most interesting to least.

[dead_boy]

[Nico hesitates for a second - he knows he's the one who brought it up, but there's just this niggling voice in the back of his head that says he's not supposed to really talk about it, all the same.

He's been trying to ignore it, because the rules are different here, and Hanna's his inmate, anyway, and he probably should know.]

It's called shadow travel. You can probably work out how it works, [he adds, with a twist of his lips before he takes a sip.] I can get into any public space and also my current inmate's cabin, even if the door won't open. I just need there to be a shadow, somewhere. Size doesn't much matter, but bigger is better.

But I don't think it'll work after next month. Kinda like, uh, special permission from the Admiral while you're my temp, I guess.

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You'll be a big fan of shadow link if we made it to the water temple then, dude. Though he's not using it for the good of what ever.

[He's quiet for a second before he speaks again.] You'd uh, knock first if it wasn't like an emergency right? Also there shouldn't be an emergency that you'd have to get into here for, but just making sure you're not going to just creep on in here when I'm sleeping or something, which I'd really hope not since you told me about it and that'd make you a terrible stalker.

[dead_boy]

[Nico has the urge to roll his eyes, but he doesn't. Privacy is serious.]

I would knock first, [he confirms.] The only reason I'd ever use it is if you couldn't get to the door. I'd try calling and knocking and just plain forcing the door first.

Also, if you were dead, but I'd know that already and could ask the Admiral to bring you back.

[Which chafes, just a little, for several reasons, but that's neither here nor there.]