[Voice/Action] Forward-dated to morning of the 7th.
[Morning, Luceti. Today's weather: snow! Light and dusting down prettily over the landscape. Chance of falling navigators is high--
THUD.
Yup.]
--nn. 'kay. That didn't work out. Bet they do this on purpose--
[Not enough snow on the ground to soften that landing, and who the heck put that tree root there? Nami flops onto her back, scowls at the sky through the trees, and then feels around for her journal, because she saw it a second ago--
--there.]
'm back. [Drowsy, and a little drugged, but hey. It could be worse.] I could do with a coat. And some help home. And some love and affection, or maybe just a little flattery. It'd make me feel better.
...uh. How's your month been?
[What a pity the place didn't explode while she was gone.
...oh wait.]
THUD.
Yup.]
--nn. 'kay. That didn't work out. Bet they do this on purpose--
[Not enough snow on the ground to soften that landing, and who the heck put that tree root there? Nami flops onto her back, scowls at the sky through the trees, and then feels around for her journal, because she saw it a second ago--
--there.]
'm back. [Drowsy, and a little drugged, but hey. It could be worse.] I could do with a coat. And some help home. And some love and affection, or maybe just a little flattery. It'd make me feel better.
...uh. How's your month been?
[What a pity the place didn't explode while she was gone.
...oh wait.]