[When the journal starts recording, there is - at first - no unusual noise. After a few moments, though, comes a groan, the voice definitely female and probably young...ish. A couple of muttered words, too low or too far away to be distinguishable, then-]
-ing migraine, why can't they- Oh God, and it's winter! I'm going to take a baseball bat to
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< I'm not gonna chase you and I don't want to eat you, you don't have to freak out. >
[Why yes that thought is in your head. And, if the fact that the bear is turning its head towards Tear is an indication, it's coming from the big furry animal in front of her.]
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... You're a New Feather?
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< Yeah, but I'm not really new, I've been here before. Not sure how long it's been since that, but I don't need the lecture. >
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< Maybe, yeah - you got any idea what's been going on here lately? >
[So very non-specific, but she wants to try and catch up.]
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[And she's staring while saying this, because that's still unusual.]
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< We've got an ocean now?! Is there a beach too? >
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< Definitely gonna have to check that out then. And aren't you freezing? >
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[And the bear reaches out to pick up the journal once again between her teeth, being careful not to break it.]
< Oh yeah - I'm Rachel. Rachel Berenson. >
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Would you like any more assistance?
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< Nah, I think I'm good. I'm gonna need to find some place to crash, though, doubt my old place is still free. There's free apartments here still, right? >
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