[voice]

[implanta]

[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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[lastoftheredwings]

[Ceodore scrambles to his feet again, only to have to dodge a volley of funny soft objects being thrown at him. Fortunately, he's quick. Unfortunately, he's got no idea what's going on.]

Wh-wh-what?! Wait! H-hey! N-no! D-don't! Aaaaaaaack! It's not what it looks like! Don't throw th- PLEASE!

[One poorly timed dodge later and he's back into the pile of underthings, flailing and trying not to touch things. Which well, he's now covered in them. Clumsy boy.]

[implanta]

[Well at least it's not song magic yet.


...oh yeah, I can do that, huh? She's not focused enough for her giant magical cannon (yet), but a simple fire spell? Sure can sing for that! She'll let it get from just the ball of fire to the pumpkin, and let it build up.]

[lastoftheredwings]

What the-?!

[That fire magic is turning into a... something? Something big. He throws up a hand to shield himself from whatever funny Eidolon that is she's summoned over her head.]

Miss, please!

[Trying to pick the panties off as rapidly as he can, honest! Just to be on the safe side though, a quick application of Shell because whatever that is she's doing, it looks potentially painful.]

[Voice] + [Action]

[falenanthief]

Cloche!?

[Fuck this, he's coming over while keeping his journal open.]

[Voice] + [Action]

[lastoftheredwings]

[Okay where are these strange voices coming from and what's a Cloche?

When Roy gets there, he'll find one teenager tangled into Cloche's unmentionables, trying to extricate himself and making things worse.]

[PUNCH] I mean [Action]

[falenanthief]

[When he see the guy, Roy walks on over and throw a punch at him.]

[Voice] + [Action]

[implanta]

[Ok, she's heard Roy, and...]

Rooooooy! Help! There's a pervert in my room!

[Voice] + [Action]

[falenanthief]

I'll be right over!

[And he will. By going to the above tag to punch that bastard.]

[voice]

[falenandawn]

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

[voice]

[falenanthief]

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

[Voice]

[mistlegacy]

[Rydia checks her journal just as that scream erupts and she just stares for a moment, too stunned for words. But she has to snap out of it at some point, and then--]

Ceodore?!?

[Voice]

[lastoftheredwings]

[Wait a second, that sounds like...]

Rydia?

[What the heck? Where is she? And ugh more thrown things..]

Wait, no! Please!

[Voice]

[mistlegacy]

Yes, it's me. I'm so glad to hear your voice, Ceodore.

[She sighs in relief, then raises her voice.]

Miss--Cloche, was it?--please, stop! I know him, and he must be newly returned. It's not his fault for being there, I promise you.

[voice]

[paladinlost]

[That was Ceodore's voice, wasn't it? Could he finally have returned to Luceti? Was he-

...He did not just hear that, did he?

Of course he did.]

...Ceodore?

[So very torn between HAPPINESS and HORROR right now.]

[voice]

[lastoftheredwings]

...

[That voice. It... it can't be? Can it? Of course not. Ceodore can't even see his father. This room is just full of ghost voices and one irate woman throwing things at him. And underclothes. Why are they seemingly multiplying the harder he tries to get out of them?!

But then... it's been so long. If there's even a chance...]

...Father? Is that you?

[voice]

[paladinlost]

[It truly is Ceodore. This lifts Cecil's spirits so much that he forgets to actually answer the question. Then again, Ceodore's safety is most important at the moment.]

Tell the young lady whose room you found yourself in that you are a New Feather. That should make her stop attacking you.

Let us make this as horrendous as possible. [video]

[falenandawn]

[He hadn't expected to hear that voice ever again.

It had been several months since Ceodore's departure, and Frey had managed to handle it well enough. He and Selphie had managed to pull things together. But to hear his voice here once more.....

And the he hears yet another familiar voice, screaming accusations, and cannot help but let out a bark of laughter that isn't all humor, slightly sad, slightly relieved, and slightly exasperated.. He continued to have the worst timing, didn't he.....]


Cloche? Cloche! It is a misunderstanding. I can vouch for him.

rofl YES LETS [video]

[implanta]

IT IS NO MISUNDERSTANDING THAT THERE IS A PERVERT IN MY ROOM AND IN MY UNMENTIONABLES, FREYJADOUR!

[why yes, with Cloche caps lock is cruise control for cool!]

DELICIOUS. [video]

[falenandawn]

He's probably just arrived! The Malnosso must have dumped him in there.

[Oh Cloche.]

[Written]

[dragoon_pride]

Ceodore?

[Voice - Very surprised voice at that.]

[lastoftheredwings]

[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.

[Voice]

[lostinmyway]

[Grune isn't exactly able to follow what's going on (and wouldn't understand what was so bad about a teenaged boy with a faceful of panties even if she could), but there is one thing she gets, and that is--]

Ceodore!

[Everyone is going to be so happy!]

[Voice]

[implanta]

[Everyone sounded happy that he was here.

Cloche was decidedly not. Boys didn't go into a lady's room and... and...

swim around in their undergarments! Cloche was horrified enough that she could have sworn he was wearing one of her (really girly) bras on his head at one point! It may or may not have been true, but he could be a panty thief masquerading as a New Feather!]

He needs to be OUT OF MY ROOM AND OUT OF MY PANTIES!

[...just what needs to be said over the network, right?]

[cladinthedark]

Ceodore. Where are-

[Stop. Frown. There's no way the boy can know the answer to that. What to do...]

Miss, if you wish the young man removed from your premises, it would be wisest to stop attacking him and let him get... untangled from the current situation.

[lastoftheredwings]

[Oh thank the Crystals! A voice Ceodore knows!]

Uncle! Wh-where are you?

Where are these voices coming from?