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[detective_slate]

Hello brave new world! (scribble marks ensue for half the page)

Can you read this Doc? THIS?

(some more scribbling)

Haha! So this magical journal can only be read by me. This sounds... suspicious.

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[do_your_best]

With so much else going on, I'd certainly hope being dead isn't a part of it... how awful that would be!

[detective_slate]

Apparently you're not ghosts or my imagination. Which is good for you guys.

Anyways! I should introduce myself.

SAM SLATE. INVESTIGATIVE DETECTIVE.

[do_your_best]

Er, yes, very good for us. And for you, too, if youv'e been going on this long to ghosts... or yourself. {unreadable}

Ah, well, welcome to the journals then, Mr. Slate! My name is Thomas.

[detective_slate]

Right. Pleased to meet you, Thomas.

Apparently I'm 'new' here. Even though I've been here for years now...

[do_your_best]

'Here' isn't really... here. As you'll soon find out. It's hard to explain, you really need to test it out yourself to see what I mean, but... well, this is another world... but the same world. Just take out everything familiar and, well, there you go. You may be in a familiar place, but beyond the person with you that also has a journal (Doc, did you say?), no one will recognize you. We've all been through the same thing.

[detective_slate]

Yeah. That kinda turned out the hard way when uh, my place suddenly had a new landlady. Even uglier than the old one.

[do_your_best]

Oh my...

Where are you located, might I ask?

[detective_slate]

A proud Greenhill citizen! Though you might not be able to tell by my accent.

Er, that is, if you could hear my voice.

[do_your_best]

Oh, uh, well, no, I wouldn't really be able to tell. I don't really know if I've ever met anyone from Greenhill, actually!

[detective_slate]

Well uh, it's pretty distinctive. Quite a bit different from my Muse accent.