1st storm [Voice/action]

[unbalancedsoul]

[Good morning Luceti.

Hope you were already awake, because there’s an ear piercing shriek and splash to be heard over the journals as yet another new feather gets a greeted by a drop in the local river. Sadly, that water isn’t so much a warm welcome as a cold wake up call.

There’s quite a bit of creative cursing as one dripping wet… girl? By the

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[hippocraticly]

[ McCoy is walking outside when the angry tirade draws his attention away from the path and towards the river. does he even want to know what the hell is going on over there? ]

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[unbalancedsoul]

[Well, that angry tirade continues as a dripping wet woman stalks out closer to the path.] You!

[Sorry, McCoy, she's spotted you. No escape now.] Where is this?!

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[hippocraticly]

[ as if he could run away from a rampaging, sopping wet female and stops, raising an eyebrow at her brusqueness. well, two can play at that game. ]

What do I look like, a welcome wagon? [ goddamn it. he was a doctor, not one of those welcome center workers. ] You're in Luceti.

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[unbalancedsoul]

[Yeah, wrathful females are impossible to escape from. Glad you recognize this.]

Explain. Is this some sort of enclosure?

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[hippocraticly]

You could say that. I'd like to call it a prison myself, but I've been told that's a little on the cynical side.

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[unbalancedsoul]

It feels like a prison. I can't feel the wind properly.

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[hippocraticly]

Well.. uh, there's nothing I can do about that, kid.

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[unbalancedsoul]

[.....Seriously.

Seriously.] How old do you think I look?!

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[hippocraticly]

[ wuh-oh. he raises one hand. ] Whoa, simmer down. Stop getting so worked up.

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[unbalancedsoul]

I'll stop getting worked up if you stop talking to me like I'm a kid!

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[hippocraticly]

Stop acting like one. [ huff. ]

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[unbalancedsoul]

Excuse me?! [Twitching and trying not to punch this man.] Just tell me how I can get out.

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[hippocraticly]

You can't get out. Not willingly, anyway. Sit tight and enjoy the Luceti experience.

[ ... ] I'm guessing you haven't seen the guide yet.

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[unbalancedsoul]

There's always a way out. [Smirking a little.]

What guide?

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[hippocraticly]

Not here.

It's... uh, where's your journal?

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[unbalancedsoul]

Journal? That book? [Holding it up. Luckily enough, Yumi beat a respect for books into her enough to not leave it, even if its creepy with her name on it.]