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[What the journal picks up is the sound of one groggy teenager stirring out of slumber. Ceodore's only half awake when he sits up, half sprawled in a laundry basket, dressed in New Feather clothing. He goes to rub his face, only to find a pair of ladies' knickers draped over his head.]

Wh-what?! This is... WHOA!

Where am I-I-- aaaaah!

[In trying to get up and attempt to figure out where in the moon he is, where everyone else is, and why he's in a basket of underthings, he gets his foot hooked in a bra strap and faceplants right into Cloche's unmentionables.]

[...meanwhile, Cloche is out in the common room and making her way back into her room when she hears a voice and a thud.

Ceodore's journal is going to pick up the sound of frantic footfalls, and then a scream. A loud one.

And a voice that would be incredibly recognizable:]

Wh... WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY UNDERCLOTHES?! PERVERT! LECHER!

[there's another scream and then the sound of... well, nothing too terribly heavy being thrown. The most Cloche has is plushies in her room, and those are being thrown at the poor New Feather who had the most awkward appearing place ever.]

[ooc: responses will be from both Cloche and Ceodore, if you'd like! If you want just one of them, put their name in the subject line~]

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[Too busy dealing with an irrational irate female to talk ghost!dad. Although now he's desperate to.]

Miss, please!

That... that's my father. I think. But how?

I haven't... I need to...

[He slaps a hand over his face and sighs, knowing he's probably about to get fried again.]

This is a nightmare.

[Where are all these voices coming from?

Best Ceodore can manage is to peel off yet another pair of lacy underthings and hold them out to Cloche for taking, while turning bright red. This is not what most teenagers have in mind when daydreaming about members of the opposite sex and their underclothes.

Wait a minute. He's. holding. a. lady's. panties. Dropping those things like a hot potato. NOW.]

I'm sorry! I'm really sorry!

[He may not have a girly bra on his head anymore, but he's gotten his feet tangled in another one and it gives out a very suspicious riiiiiiiiiiiiip as he trips trying to get out of it.]

I didn't mean to tear it!

Ceodore? Are you alright?

[Trying. So hard not to laugh. Your luck, it is non-existent.]

[Later. Much later. When there are not punches and magic song fireball pumpkins, and little stuffed toys being thrown at him, Ceodore actually notices the journal. It's writing things down. On its own. Including his name.

Yep. Totally dreaming here.]

This is a dream. It has to be a dream.

It's no dream.... you've returned to Luceti. But what in the world were you even doing?

[He's unsure if he wants to know, actually.]

[Oh please don't laugh magic book person! It's not funny. ~~It SO is.~~]

Huh? Y-yeah, I'm...

[Really not okay at all. Very confused. Singed. Bruised. Oh and let's not forget utterly humiliated by causing a lady distress.]

I'm still breathing.

[For now.]

Huh? Magic book, returned to what?

[Avoiding the question of what he was doing. There's just no polite way to say you took a nosedive into a lady's panties.]

You! How dare you go through her stuff like that!

[Ceo, he mad. HE WILL DEAL WITH YOU FOR CLOCHE'S HONOUR.]

Roy, Can you tell me where Cloche's apartment is located?

I don't even know how he got in here! I want him to leave!

Building five, room three. [He's running over, not really thinking about why Frey's asking.]

....Try to keep doing that- I'll be there in a moment.

[Annnnd he's out the door, heading to Cloche's apartment now that he knows where he needs to go.]

Right. Thanks.

[Good thing, too, because he's heading over there himself to save the 'lecher' in question.]

I assure that he did not intend to find himself there and that your honor is perfectly safe. However, he might be in need of the guide to Luceti and a thorough explanation.

[Please listen to the wise, rational-sounding man. Pretty please?]

[Blink blink.]

Oh, I'm sure he just had a little accident. Ceodore is a sweet boy. He probably came into your room by mistake.

[...Whoever you are...?]

[And this is where Ceodore's deeply ingrained sense of honor is going to get his hiney in a world of hurt because he just plain won't explain himself, even in his own defense. An explanation won't change the fact he's upset the lady and well... made a mess of her delicates. But her notion of getting out of here is the best one he's heard all day. Wherever here is, it's not with the group and he just knows it's going to throw the whole camp in disarray. For reasons of putting them down the second Harvey with a sword. SIGH.

He staggers to his feet, still feeling dizzy from being slugged, and bows formally to unknown distressed woman.]

Sorry about that. Uh... if you could tell me where the nearest interdimensional elevator is? I- I'll find my way from there.

[She stifles a laugh, though it's not easy.]

Look, I'll be right there. Just tell me where you live, please, and we'll fix this.

[If she can chase him out without a handful of panties and bras, this will be a success.]

He's a panty thief as far as I'm concerned!

[There may or may not be plushies being thrown out her door after Ceodore once he gets there. They're scattered around her room though, and she'll continuously use them for ammo.]

[Not at the moment, sorry moonpapa. :( There will just be more noises of her trying to chase Ceo out of her room, preferably not with her undergarments.]

[There's no getting anywhere with her right now, so there's no answer from her, sadly. Just more singing and magic and plushes being thrown.]

[Ceodore's desperate to appease the angry female.]

I swear, I don't want to touch them!

[He doesn't want the undergarments! But it's help if your chest support wasn't big enough to be a tripping hazard. Totally backing away from her though... and tripping. Again.]

Ow...

[Plushies is better than magic by a long shot. Of course, the stupid boy has no sense of self-preservation... or really it's just more a lack of filter.]

Where do all the voices keep coming from?

WAIT DON'T THROW THAT!

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