two.

[ohmykethe]

[Voice Post]

[After the fiasco last time Mildmay tried to use the journals, he wants everything to be properly planned out before he makes a fool of himself again. As such, you can almost hear him counting off discussion topics on his fingers:]First, uh, I heard lots of folks's stories and shit, here. Stories I ain't never heard before. I'm a

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[whats_anything]

[Now that she's got her hands on a journal, it's sort of hard to put down. Especially when so many voices keep drawing her attention. She's drawn to one section in particular...]

Story...? What're stories?

[ohmykethe]

...Stories're... you know, tales? Things that might've happened-- could've happened. The happened part ain't that important-- that you tell other folks about.

They really ain't got stories where you're from?

[whats_anything]

[She looks thoughtful for a moment. You're difficult to follow, mister.]

I don't remember where I'm from...

All places have stories?

[ohmykethe]

Well, they got to, don't they? Anything that happens is a story.

[voice.....so late. /sob]

[tehoniongirl]

[...so I hear you worked on a ship and play cards.]

[her smile is clear in her voice when she speaks.] This is a good place for stories. There's always something, if you're in the mood to just flip through the journals for awhile.

FFFF IT'S NEVER TOO LATE FOR RPTIMES.

[ohmykethe]

Yeah, I got that sense. The journals're fucking great.

<3

[tehoniongirl]

What kinds of stories were you hoping for?

[ohmykethe]

Any kind, I ain't picky. The kind that ain't boring, I guess.