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[deadlyjuliet]

[The journal clicks on with the sound of a chainsaw dying away in the background.]

Augh, Will, are we done yet? I swear, this sea water is wrecking havoc on my--

...

[The sound of water and waves and not much else follows for a moment.]

Where...? ...! Where are all the bodies?! And the ice?! WILLIAM, DID YOU JUST LEAVE ME IN THIS BOAT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ATLANTIC?! WILL?! RONALD! Ronald Knox, so help me, if you took off just because of a little overtime, I am going to---!! Ugh! Will! Wii---

...ngs?

...Why.....do I have wings? ...WHERE THE BLOODY HELL IS MY SHIRT?!

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[redjacketthief]

[The roar of the chainsaw wrecks Lupin's tenuous attempts at concentration, causing him to start and glare at the offending journal--as if the gaze would cause it to burn. Nothing. He was prepared to punt it across the apartment again when the voice speaks up.

Oh.

It was a New Feather.]

Hey, quit your yelling. You make it hard to think.

[He pauses for a moment, listening to the water in the background.]

Where the hell are you?

[deadlyjuliet]

[Oh my Lord, now there are more voices coming from thin air and dear God, they are asking her where she is?]

Wherever you are, show yourself! It's rude to put a lady out like this! And where do you think I am?! Can't you see?!

[redjacketthief]

[Yep. New Feather. Lupin audibly sighs at this and plops down on the floor in front of his journal, skinng legs crossed underheath him, and stares at it.

Switching off to video is tempting, but he refrains. He's also gentleman enough to not point out that whomever is on the other line doesn't sound very much like a lady to his own trained ears. It could be dealt with later.]

...If you're in the water, I'm not there. Do you see a book anywhere near you? It's a bulky, annoying thing that likes to follow you.

[deadlyjuliet]

[Ugh, why is she talking to thin air? This is just weird. And crazy. And if Ronald sees, he will never let her live it down. Uuuuugggghhh-- Oh hey, a book.

And it's open. ....That is so not a normal book.]

Why is there a book in the middle of the sea? It's not even the List... Ugh, this is so annoying. Will shall have my head if I lost the List out in a place like this...

[She picks the book up and Lupin might get his first look at her beyond just flashes of red hair.]

And? Now what.

[redjacketthief]

[...he flips to video, mostly to help the redhead get a better idea...

He'd be lying if he said he wasn't more than a little conflicted, but that conflict isn't evident behind that friendly, if mildly irritated expression on his face. Helping people like this wasn't really his thing, but he was acting in part with a small amount of gratitude to someone else once more.]

This book? Well, do you know what a cell phone is? or a telephone? [He's shooting blindly here--the prior mention of the Atlantic clues him in that their worlds might be a little similar.]

[deadlyjuliet]

[HOLY GOD IT'S LOOKING AT HER NOW. Grell screams and drops the book, throwing her hands up over her chest.]

Aah! You cad, trying to get a look at a lady when she isn't decent! How could you~!

[redjacketthief]

[HOLY GOD YOU'RE NOT A LADY SHUT UP!! Lupin doesn't say this, however--instead he stares askance at the redhead through the feed.]

It's a camera! A video camera, like the movies. This book is more like the unholy bastard child of a laptop and personal journal--you can write in it, talk to other people with journals through it, take videos, what ev.

I don't get it either. It's all a part of the magic of Luceti, I guess.

[deadlyjuliet]

I haven't the foggiest what you are going on about with this "lap top" and "video camera" bit, but if you're so determined to peek at a woman's figure, might I suggest when I'm in a better state?

[redjacketthief]

...Why would I want to look? Your chest is pretty damn flat for a woman! [And your shoulders too broad...]

Look. Focus. You're on a boat. You have this magic book. You have wings. I have 'em too--I'll even show 'em to you when we meet, if you want proof. This place, it's not your home. It's not any of our home.

...don't bother trying to get rid of the book either. It'll come back.

[deadlyjuliet]

[Guh. RUDE.]

Is that any way to speak to a woman? How rude.

[Pointing out her flaws...Lupin, you jerk!!! But yeah, yeah, focus. Ugh. She steps away for a moment, looks out across the water, and then comes back, lifting the book from the bottom of the boat.]

And? Is there some reason I've been called here? I know this isn't my home, dear. It's rather obvious I'm in-- [in the mortal realm, talking to mortals. Ugh, this makes things complicated.] -disposed at the moment.

[redjacketthief]

...

Yeah. Save it for later.

I can't say that I know why you've been brought here, or any of us. The people responsible, the Malnosso, make no damn sense. At least you know you're not at home, though. That's good.

...I wandered for the better part of a day in the cold, thinking I was drunk and dumped out in the wilderness.

[deadlyjuliet]

...Bright of you.

Look, I really do need to be getting back now, if you please. Will shall have my head - not that I mind - if I don't file those reports and Ronald isn't exactly the one I'd trust to do that sort of thing.

[redjacketthief]

Yeah. That's impossible. You find a way out of this place, let me know. If we end up in the same place, I'll pay you with all of the prizes I can find and more.

[deadlyjuliet]

Dearest, if we were to end up in the same place, I think you should be incapable of giving me anything. Though I do appreciate the sentiment.

[redjacketthief]

[Watch him roll his eyes at this.]

Ma belle. [he's being sarcastic with the french.] I don't even want to know what you're thinking, but the fact still stands that

you.

can't.

get.

out.

[deadlyjuliet]

Yes, I heard you.

But one simply can't trap people forever. Especially not people like me.

[redjacketthief]

Sorry to break it to you...


yes they can.

[deadlyjuliet]

....Well, at least the Bizarre Dolls aren't here.

[redjacketthief]

Don't know what those are, and don't care~

Can you handle that boat you're on? I'm no shipwright, but I think I can find someone to offer advice if you're stuck.

[deadlyjuliet]

Seeing how there is but one oar, I fear I may perish here at sea... Ah~ but my love awaits me somewhere over the ocean and never shall we see each other again...! The distance, it is a weight upon my soul, a dark cloud over my heart!

[Okay, she's done. She sighs and twirls the book in her hands.]

If I were but closer to land, this wouldn't be a problem, but unfortunately it seems tides and time have pulled me far.

[redjacketthief]

[Poetic soliloqui aside, Lupin can't help but cradle a head in his hands as he boggles at the Malnosso's repeated idiocy. Seriously, would it kill them to drop new feathers in more convenient locations?]

So, can you see land at all?

[deadlyjuliet]

Not a shred save for some seaweed.

It seems a pretty blue bird may be on his way, however. Hopefully with a coat. Dreadful weather you lot have.

[redjacketthief]

[Pretty blue bird? This, he has to see...]

Well, we are coming out of winter. Makes sense that the weather's cold.

When your blue bird picks you up, you want to meet in town? I can help you get settled and all, at least a little.

[deadlyjuliet]

I suppose if I'm to be here for some time, yes. Although I still hold out that sooner or later, Will shall come for me. It isn't like him to let one of us have holiday without being a complete Scrooge about the paperwork involved.

And your name?

[redjacketthief]

It only it were that easy... [The topic's only become his raison d'etre.]

Arsene Lupin III. You'll be able to find me because I really like my red coat. Yours?