[He'd waffled over what format to use for this message. Using the Network at large isn't something he's done in a long time even though it used to be appealing to him since he's a glutton for attention at heart... a lot's happened to him to make it less appealing. But now, he's woken up from death, he's sick and he's pretty disoriented and confused as all hell about just how many people he needs to be contacting to check in on. And even though he looks like death warmed over right now, video is just easier. So this tired latino with a scar over his left eye is popping onto your screens with some bad jokes and a couple questions.]

Hey, so how about that month-long cruise vacation, huh? [He clears his throat of the sick feeling and sound.] ...Too soon?

[He sighs and just skips over the pleasantries and bad jokes.] Alright, so I sort of missed the part where we apparently abandoned ship and found a new hellscape to survive in. Showing up a week late with a cup o' joe and all that jazz. Soo this is a major understatement, but I'm pretty freaking lost... and wondering who else made it here okay. Wherever here is.

...And where is the jerk who decorated this place? Their weird future-modern-past mash-up aesthetic is giving me a damn headache.

( ooc: Those who know him well might catch how he's mixing modern speech patterns and phrases with old fashioned ones he was using when he was on the Titanic. That's because this was his second death, and he forgot his canon memories and now the fake memories from Titanic are confusing the shit out of his identity and obviously his understanding of decor. You can read more about that and also catch him in person all month long at this log! )