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[kyasdaughter]

[The journal begins broadcasting with a whump as it hits the ground and falls open. What comes through is definitely Katara's voice, just - higher.] -- oh no! No nooo no no no!

[And then a crash as the chair she's balancing on tips over, dumping her onto her rear and toppling at her side. The wail that comes through the journal is frustrated.]

I can't reach anything anymore! This loss is stupid!

[Anyone who happens in the kitchen will find her struggling to reach.. everything.]