01 Penguins Drawn
[There is a very lost little girl wandering the hallways, peeking into any open doors.
She's woken up alone, in a strange place, and hasn't run into a single person yet.
Understandably, she's getting a wee bit upset. She takes the journal out of her back pocket to inspect it again, nearly falling on her butt when it pops open to a blank page.]
Wh-Whoa! It moved, all by itself! Books aren' s'possed to do that! Is it a-- magical book? Mister Magic Book, can you tell me where my daddy is? He's got red hair an' a scruffy face an' he carries lotsa weapons with him all the time. An' I need to find him!
[Well, at least she's no longer two seconds away from crying. Feel free to approach her in person or through the journal.]
She's woken up alone, in a strange place, and hasn't run into a single person yet.
Understandably, she's getting a wee bit upset. She takes the journal out of her back pocket to inspect it again, nearly falling on her butt when it pops open to a blank page.]
Wh-Whoa! It moved, all by itself! Books aren' s'possed to do that! Is it a-- magical book? Mister Magic Book, can you tell me where my daddy is? He's got red hair an' a scruffy face an' he carries lotsa weapons with him all the time. An' I need to find him!
[Well, at least she's no longer two seconds away from crying. Feel free to approach her in person or through the journal.]