[Voice/Action]
[If you're looking for it, you'll see a few scrabbled attempts at a half-hearted filter before she just gives up, two seconds in. No patience. And her voice is strained far past any attempt at a casual question:]
Straw Hats. Where are you?
[In the last hour before fog rolls in for the night, there is a soda-splashed magical girl navigator, sprinting from the plaza on her way to house #6, with her journal held in a deathgrip to her chest. Good luck stopping her.]
((ooc: set directly after this thread. She won't be stopping for anyone on the street, but she'll respond to journal hails eventually. This time, though, her crew take full priority.))
Straw Hats. Where are you?
[In the last hour before fog rolls in for the night, there is a soda-splashed magical girl navigator, sprinting from the plaza on her way to house #6, with her journal held in a deathgrip to her chest. Good luck stopping her.]
((ooc: set directly after this thread. She won't be stopping for anyone on the street, but she'll respond to journal hails eventually. This time, though, her crew take full priority.))