Log 001 [Drawn]
[she sits on a small chair made of hands interlocking fingers. The trees rise around her large and anonymous and the journal sits open in her lap. Though the small camera is covered with a thumb that she has blossomed from the page.]
[She has read it three, four, five times now but nothing changes. There is no new clue to unravel, it is as real as the wings on her back.]
[That doesn't mean it isn't a trap, though. She will have to keep her guard until she uncovers the truth behind the truth. So in lieu of any frightened entry of 'where am I' or more importantly 'where are you' or most importantly 'are you real?' since that is the truth, too she settles for a simple drawing.]
[She briefly envies Usopp but is nonetheless proud of her work. Those who will know, will know, those who won't, won't. And she secretly hopes it will be the image burned into the Malnosso's minds as this fake world falls down around them.]
[OOC: Robin will be wandering through exploring the forest up to the edge of the village. Feel free to stumble onto her.]
[She has read it three, four, five times now but nothing changes. There is no new clue to unravel, it is as real as the wings on her back.]
[That doesn't mean it isn't a trap, though. She will have to keep her guard until she uncovers the truth behind the truth. So in lieu of any frightened entry of 'where am I' or more importantly 'where are you' or most importantly 'are you real?' since that is the truth, too she settles for a simple drawing.]
[She briefly envies Usopp but is nonetheless proud of her work. Those who will know, will know, those who won't, won't. And she secretly hopes it will be the image burned into the Malnosso's minds as this fake world falls down around them.]
[OOC: Robin will be wandering through exploring the forest up to the edge of the village. Feel free to stumble onto her.]