[voice; early morning]
[A completely unfamiliar girl's voice may be heard over the journals, but for anyone who's spoken to her before and had paid enough attention, the accent and certain words might be recognizable as used by one Brooke Eirichu.
Oh, sora mea. I knew things were strange sometimes, but I wasn't expecting to just wake up looking
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There is a small ship in this bottle; a rather strange looking one, with the sails placed oddly, where they exist at all.]
Pardon me.
[It also talks.]
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Huh?
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Hey, you have thumbs, right?
Could you break this bottle for me?
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Uh...sure.
[She opens her left hand and stares at it a moment, as if expecting something to simply appear there. When nothing happens, though, her expression falls just a bit and she looks around for something else to use, settling on a medium-ish rock found on the ground. With the rock in one hand, she takes hold of the bottle with the other and swings for the neck, aiming to simply provide a bigger opening rather than outright busting the entire thing.]
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