[Accidental Voice]
[Know what every girl needs when she's out shopping? Droids. No, seriously. Out seeing if she can find a decent winter coat (she seems to go through those at a rate of knots, really) and there's not so much a knock at the changeroom door as a crash as it comes off its hinges and wouldn't you know it--]
Oh come on, not --
[The journal picks up no visuals, covered in draped black wool. Instead, there's the sound of a brief scuffle and the sharp, searing crackle of electricity to those with good hearing. And then there's the faintest of laughs, because fuck it--] Could I at least put on my--
[At which point, something hits the mirror hard and there's silence. Guess that's a no.
If anyone needs a place for reactions, go nuts. But if any nakama investigates/retrieves Nami's journal, could you kindly take that lovely black coat home with you? It's a winner, okay.]