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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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[He turns his attention back to his nephew.]
Ceodore, have you retrieved your journal yet?
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Uh... n-no. I um... my armor's gone missing and my supplies and... where are you?!