☆ 25 ☆ (VIDEO | SPAM; OTA)

[VIDEO]
[The video flicks on to show Steve sitting on his bed in his cabin, looking a little sleep-rumpled and definitely confused.]

The last thing I remember, I was in the art room. And it was not eight-thirty at night.

[For all he knows, it's only been a couple of hours - although that doesn't explain what look like intricate drawings all down his arms, disappearing up under the sleeves of his t-shirt - and apparently going all the way to his hands, when he runs a hand through his hair (the latter of which he does not realize has just the slightest green tinge to it in front, either).]

What the hell happened?

[He feels like he's still trying to wake up - and he's also starving. Frankly, it feels a lot like deja vu, and for a second, he can't place it. But then it starts to come together; he suddenly frowns, glancing at his arms and thinking of the conversation he had with Bleu about Sharpies. His stomach drops a little.]

What day is it?

[SPAM; Dining Hall]
[As soon as Steve's figured out what's going on, the starving part makes more sense. Which is why he's in the dining hall, shortly after his video, eating more than usual - which is already more than a normal person, so currently it looks a little like he's having his own ten-course meal at one of the tables in the corner.

He's also got on a long-sleeved shirt now, even if it's impossible to hide the Sharpie drawings all over his hands. In a way, he doesn't actually mind, but he felt a little silly walking all over with his arms looking a bit unusual.]