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[driven_bydreams]

-ey…!

Eep!

[The journal falls on the ground. The entry continues after he decides moments later that, yes, the journal is safe.]

…So this is how you folks communicate? Seems kind of… low-tech. I guess it goes with the overall structure of this place, huh? It’s full of trees…

All right, listen up! Who’s the wise guy that dragged me here, implanted

Comments

[antisilent]

[So is the voice male or female sounding? Either way, there's something to handle before that]

Yeah, it's how we communicate.

[driven_bydreams]

[Female, with a southern accent. :D]

...Is it...magical?

[antisilent]

[Awesome.]

That's what most people think.

[driven_bydreams]

Then what is it!?

[chosenby]

[There is a sneeze, before a rather muffled sounding voice comes over the journals.]

You don't like dresses?

[driven_bydreams]

'Course I don't!

[chosenby]

Why not?

[driven_bydreams]

Do I look like a woman to you!?

[bigbluehat]

Erm... perhaps I can be of help.

[driven_bydreams]

You know the bastard that dragged me here?

[bigbluehat]

Several bastards, actually. This may be useful to you.

[driven_bydreams]

[he takes the time to scan it, but mostly to look for the way out, but there is none... then he notices two specific words]

TEST SUBJECT!

That's illegal!

[derek_bliss]

That would have been the Malnosso, who seem to have a nasty habit of collecting people from different places and dumping them here for their own use. The wings are from them as well. And the bar code.

As for the dress; maybe they were confused as to your gender. Guys get pants, girls get dresses. And from the sound of it, I'm guessing they got it wrong in your case.

[Although, even Derek is going 'looks like a teenage girl to me...']

[driven_bydreams]

But I don't want any damn wings, or any stupid bar codes!

...

Yeah, they did.

[derek_bliss]

They really don't seem to give a crap about what we want, from what I can tell. It's an experimental village, with us as the experiments. The bar codes probably identify us. The wings, if I understood it right, have something to do with keeping us alive. Hurt one, and you'll suffer. Lose both of them, and it apparently kills you.

There'll be more clothes in the village shops, probably even yours. Don't worry; you won't have to pay for them. The place works on some sort of free economy.

[driven_bydreams]

That's not fair!

...Supplies. So we're guinea pigs.

[oda_hates_me]

[oh, Sanji had dealt with your kind a few times since arriving here, so he holds back his instinctive gushing to ask one question]

Forgive the question, but... are you a woman?

ILY

[driven_bydreams]

TELL ME WHERE THE HELL YOU ARE SO I CAN PUNCH YOUR FUCKING LIGHTS OUT!

I AIM TO PLEASE

[oda_hates_me]

... Is that a yes or a no? [He has to know! It's the difference between begging your eternal forgiveness or telling you to shove off!]

[driven_bydreams]

No, I'm not a woman! I've never been so insulted in my entire life!

[Feel free to notice it's "not a woman" instead of "a man".]