voice

[ghostsnaps]

[He's not speaking to the journal, but he's speaking close by it and talking out loud. ...Very loud. He tends to do that.]

Maybe I am dead. Stupid Killer. [He kicks a rock.] We beat him, he shouldn’t’ve just…[sigh.] She'd probably say it’s my fault for not making sure.

Shania? Natan? RICAAAAAARDO, Hilda, oh c’mon

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[nicknaming]

Hello~

[ghostsnaps]

...Uh. Hi?

Who said that?

[nicknaming]

I am your conscious~

[ghostsnaps]

Oh God. [Given that he's just had a very vivid "dream" (which was not a dream at all) about beating up all his friends--uh, yeah, the idea of being confronted by his conscience is a little nerve-wracking.] I hate today. This can't get any weirder. It's not like I did it on purpose.

[ratatosk_knight]

The lake is out in the forest.

[ghostsnaps]

Uyuni wasn't in a forest last time I saw it.

Over here? [Approaching the journal now, led by the sounds]

[ratatosk_knight]

Uyuni? Um, this is Luceti. You must be another New Feather.

[ghostsnaps]

...Is that some sort of weir--I mean. Uh. Is that some kind of tribal custom?

[Voice]

[truthatjunes]

As much as I wish it was, this isn't a prank.

Re: [Voice]

[ghostsnaps]

Well, okay. So what is it, then?

[Journal pages are getting ruffled now; he's found the journal, but his first thought is to look for a radio or phone hidden beneath it.] ...Wait, hold on, are all you guys in the book? A talking book? Although I didn't think a book could have split personalities...

[Voice]

[truthatjunes]

A kidnapping.

And no, we're not in the book. The journal's like a telephone.

[Voice]

[ghostsnaps]

[...What. How do you negotiate with kidnappers.] So, uhm. What are the demands here?

[inabook]

[Voice]

[ghostsnaps]

I wish it was that simple. This isn't even making any sense right now.

[inabook]

[Voice]

[ghostsnaps]

There's a guide for kidnapping? Since when is there a guide for getting kidnapped?