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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~]
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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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.]
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...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.]
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[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.]