[Voice/Action]
[For both residents of House 44 and listeners in the journal, there's some stomping and heavy clopping in the background, followed by this
voice where words can just barely be made out.
At one point the journal will be jostled, falling to the floor where a long red sash comes into view, draped across a chair and a quick shot of a lumbering shirtless back.]
[ooc: OFF HIATUS ♥!]