(Right well I read through everything just to make sure I was caught up. I'm back now.)<br/><br/>The entire staff had laughed at Haakon when he showed up in the staff lunchroom reform device before the ship had even lifted anchor naked. A couple of staff girls, who actually do like Haakon, had whistled at him, to taunt him. They began asking him about when he wanted to help cook dinner. He still wasn't quite sure what that meant, but it sounded sinister.<br/><br/>Another deckhand had handed Haakon new clothes, a muscle shirt, some extremely short shorts, and a pair of pink flip flops saying "eat me" on the bottoms. "By the way, staff policy, you are NOT to take off this muscle shirt if you're devoured. It's fabric is hemmed with digestive aids for our predatory customers."<br/><br/>"How wonderful," Haakon said, feeling sour and hung over. The staff reform machine was an earlier model, not up to the standards of the devices available to the guests, so being remade in it was generally not as pleasant. What Haakon didn't know, however, is that they lied, the something hemmed in to his muscle shirt wasn't digestive aids, it was bugs, to track his vision, the sounds he made, the sounds the stomachs made, and through his sweat, his fear and taste, and then broadcast these things to the manager upstairs, who watched.