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[exanimatus]

[from near the journal, there's the nonsensical mumbling you'd expect out of someone just waking up.]

...why 'm I in my kitch... en...?

[a pause... then this weird, sticking sound, like something being peeled off skin.]

I'm covered in starfish.

I should be more surprised.

[he slaps something onto the page. it's wet and star-shaped.]

Ugh. What the hell happened in here?

[ooc: loss end. nice!Zelman was trying to build an aquarium. normal!Zelman doesn't remember a thing. :')]