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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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Ceodore?

[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.]

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.]

This is no magic book, it's Kain, and what you're doing is reprehensible.

Wh-

[Well hey. Yes there is a little picture of Kain. Oh man, so very busted...]

I- I-

[Yeah no. Ceodore's got nothing.

Wait a second...]

Um, Kain? Where are you and where are the others? Is anyone hurt? And... why are you in a book?

I'm not IN the book, it's a means of communication. This is Luceti, and... it seems you've forgotten. Others are here, and they're well.

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Not that it's my place, but your parents will be glad to see you back.

...uh, huh?

[So eloquent. More explanation might help there, buddy.]

This world isn't home... it's far removed from there.

W-well yeah, but... this is still the moon, isn't it?

No. This is a world called Luceti. It's not the moon. Look around you, does it even resemble any lunar terrain you've seen?

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