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[prayingone]

[Action/Accidental Voice]

[Shirley has put her journal firmly on her nightstand, determined not to look at it until the week is over, because she's really sick of getting caught up in those village-wide commands. Of course, journals love to act on their own whimsy: it's clicked on to record her looking through her rather bare closet. She got

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[voice]

[prayingone]

Wh-what? [Shirley moves to her nightstand, looking embarrassed.] Oh, drat. Um -- thank you for telling me...

[voice]

[prayingone]

[Neither does Shirley. She's going to be grabbing a shawl, and throwing it over her shoulders.]

Um... I've gotten caught up in an order, that's all...

[voice]

[prayingone]

Um... Haruki, I think his name is, is running a Miss and, um. [Shirley makes air quotes at the journal's camera for the next word.] "Miss" Luceti contest going on. He... ordered everyone who heard the announcement to sign up.

[voice]

[prayingone]

[Shirley heaves a sigh of a relief. That's phrased just enough like an order that she can take it as one /o/]

Thank you, Senel.

[... but now she feels bad about thinking of not doing it, since she signed up for it. Beauty pageants really, really aren't her thing, but the worst thing about it was being under orders to participate... and Shirley doesn't like going back on her word. Even if she was forced to sign up.]

[voice]

[prayingone]

Y...yes...

[It's not like she got caught by Arche's kissing sign and ended up kissing a random boy on the streets. Oh no.]

I just -- ... I don't like this experiment very much.

[voice]

[prayingone]

At least people are just using it to play jokes on each other...

[That gets a real smile out of her, finally] Thank you, Senel... neither do you.