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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~]
[Voice]
Ceodore!
[Everyone is going to be so happy!]
[Voice]
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?]
[Voice]
[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!
[Voice]
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...?]
[Voice]
He's a panty thief as far as I'm concerned!
[Voice]
[Sweet crystals, please have mercy and just kill him now.]
[Voice]
You shouldn't call him names. You're going to hurt his feelings.
[Voice]
You--
G-get those off of your head!
[Voice]
ACK!!
[Throwing them across the room now.]
[Voice]
Ceodore? Do you need some help?
[Voice]
[Oh please no, no help!]