[Accidental Voice/Action] - forward dated to tomorrow morning 8|
[And so, thanks to Sanji being a jerk and getting infested by mushi yesterday, Nami has returned to the clothing shop in order to pick up a new coat. And heck, while she's here, she may as well pick up a few new summer dresses, vanishing into the change room to try them on.
Unfortunately, her journal apparently feels like being temperamental today. Or maybe it was the way she carelessly dropped it down on the bench. It's not like she's doing anything super secretive, anyway; she's just changing. And perhaps it's a blessing for all of Luceti that the only thing the journal picks up is the image of bright yellow cloth as her dresses of choice are slung over the damn thing - and soft humming in the background as she starts to unbutton her shirt.
Then the humming catches in her throat and there's a sharp intake of breath, a faint sound of panic--
--and then a thud as she hits the floor.]
(ooc: forward-dated by dint of it being tomorrow already where I'm from >>)
Unfortunately, her journal apparently feels like being temperamental today. Or maybe it was the way she carelessly dropped it down on the bench. It's not like she's doing anything super secretive, anyway; she's just changing. And perhaps it's a blessing for all of Luceti that the only thing the journal picks up is the image of bright yellow cloth as her dresses of choice are slung over the damn thing - and soft humming in the background as she starts to unbutton her shirt.
Then the humming catches in her throat and there's a sharp intake of breath, a faint sound of panic--
--and then a thud as she hits the floor.]
(ooc: forward-dated by dint of it being tomorrow already where I'm from >>)