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[voice]
[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]
[Although getting outside might take a while. And some awkward. And more being beaten on. Really, this is not Ceodore's day. And unfortunately he's got no ideas about journals so he just goes without taking it with him, now talking to the air. Good luck, Rydia.]
Rydia? Rydia?! Where are you?!!
[Voice/Action]
[Sigh. Well, she'll just have to settle for walking around the village and keeping an eye out for him. It might take a while, but she's not about to shirk helping the boy.]
[Action]
Well. Hopefully yelling will bring one of them.
Or monsters]Rydia?! Mother?!! KAIN?! Ursula?
[Okay so that last one is just wishful thinking on his part, but a guy's gotta try, right?]
[Action]
Ceodore!
[You're getting a hug whether you like it or not, young man.]
[Action]
Uh...]
You look younger.
[Action]
That's because I'm not from your point in time. I arrived in this village just after your parents' wedding.
[Action]
...what?
[Did something bump you in the noggin Rydia? He can heal that. Not as well as his mother, but still...]
[Action]
[She takes hold of his arm, gently tugging for him to follow her.]
Let me take you home; well, the house I share with your parents and Kain in the village. There's much to tell, and we might as well do so in the kitchen.
[If his appetite is anything like what she remembers, he'll empty the place quickly. She doesn't care, though. He's back and that's all that matters.]