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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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1/3 [audio]

[simplestgift]

[If only you could see the color drain from someone's face, Grell, when he hears your voice.]

2/3

[simplestgift]

[...She doesn't remember.

He breathes through his mouth to make as little sound as possible, a trick he picked up in his teens, as he switches on the audio, trying to think of whether or not to answer.

He should leave her be. Allow the severed connection to remain severed. He forgives her, and she is no longer burdened with the memory. Everything is perfect. If he draws her attention, it only opens up more problems.

But the closure. An audible inhalation as he prepares to speak...]

3/3 [written]

[simplestgift]

[...Along with an audible exhalation as he realizes how stupid an idea this is. It's not even her he wants closure with. It never has been. She, and everyone like her, is only a substitute for another.

Welcome to Purgatory.

Still, he can't leave her out in the cold. So he switches to writing and offers:]

Leaf through this long enough and you'll find a guide.

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[deadlyjuliet]

[Sadly, writing is not something she will notice right now. Instead, Archie gets the nice treat of listening to her kick at the boat, grumbling.]

If you wanted to see me undressed so badly, Will, you could have had the decency to stay about for it.

...Bother, but it's cold out. Where is this even? Did I drift out to sea?

[voice]

[winged_moon]

[...oh.

Oh.

This is familiar.

Yue almost just closes the journal again, almost just ignores that voice, but for some reason he's in a better mood than usual (though for him that's... not saying terribly much). And so he'll just sigh, sounding much like someone who just discovered the neighbor's dog decided to eat his tulips.]

...it's you.

[voice]

[deadlyjuliet]

[WHAT THE HECK WAS THAT?!]

AAAH! Who is that?! Who's there? Who dares to sneak up on a lady when she's in such a state and--

[Oh, that tone was kind of sexy.]

--Will?

[voice]

[winged_moon]

...no.

[Honestly, he hadn't even noticed that Grell had been gone, but— this behavior is more like something from a New Feather. Must have been gone and back again, then, more's the pity.

And why exactly is he helping? Momentary insanity, Yue supposes, but he'll still respond.]

The book. It's for communication.

[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.

[voice]

[fierybluebird]

Oi! You okay Miss?

The wings aren't for flying, unfortunately.

[voice]

[deadlyjuliet]

[Oh hell, another one?! Grell jumps and the boat rocks precariously.]

Gah! Don't do that! And does it sound as if I'm alright? I'm stuck in the middle of the ocean talking to a book as if this shall be my life from now on!

[voice]

[fierybluebird]

Sorry Miss.

At least they gave you a boat, eh? Otherwise your hair would have really been drenched. [Deadpan joker forever.]

Have you got anything to send up a signal flare or a sign of some kind? -- Don't use it yet, just look around.

[Voice]

[selphie_t]

[Well, that's one way to get Selphie to sit bolt upright in her bed in surprise.]

Hey, hey, hey! If you calm down a little bit, I can explain where you are.

[Voice]

[deadlyjuliet]

[GAH another voice?! How many people are in this village?]

It's rather difficult to calm down when stuck in the middle of the ocean, don't you think?

[maybe just a tiny squeaky sound]

[all7seas]

[That voice...Jack's spine turns into pure electricity at the sound of it.

He'd thought her gone.


He'd thought her gone for GOOD. An invisible line across his chest begins to itch, and only the most plaintive little whimper escapes from his side of the journal transmission. NOT GRELL AGAIN.]

audio

[deadlyjuliet]

....Oh please tell me there is not a mouse on this dingy thing.

[Voice]

[fleurdesel]

Madame, I understand your confusion and frustration, truly, but would you be so kind as to not yet quite so loud? Some are trying to work, or rest. [Or both, in her case.]

[Voice]

[deadlyjuliet]

Well pardon me for waking up stranded in the middle of the ocean and not taking it as calmly as a dead person would. Anyone in their wits would be just the tiniest bit panicked, wouldn't you say?

[voice]

[screwthegods]

[A screaming confused person. It must be New Feather season.]

Because a force utterly beyond your control has decided to take you from your own world and deposit you here, complete with modifications.

Welcome to Luceti.

[voice]

[deadlyjuliet]

....What.

[Oh my god, this book just keeps talking, how many people are IN this place?]

What in His Name are you people?

[Voice]

[needabourbon]

[More yelling from his journal was not appealing. He's about to shut his journal before realizing that this was probably the voice of a New Feather. Jigen is just going to wait a few more minutes to let this woman get it our of her system before he speaks up to get her attention.]

Excuse me, miss. My name is Jigen. Do you know where you are? There should be a journal near you if you can hear me...

[Voice]

[deadlyjuliet]

If I knew where I was, would I be--

[Right. Journal. Hnngh. Grell picks it up and frowns.]

I should think it's obvious I'm a bit lost, don't you think?

[magentarific]

Probably in a clothing store, duh.

voice

[deadlyjuliet]

My shirt. Mine. I'm not looking for some cheap replacement.