¤ Voice/mostly Action

[blondexena]

[When the journal starts recording, there is - at first - no unusual noise. After a few moments, though, comes a groan, the voice definitely female and probably young...ish. A couple of muttered words, too low or too far away to be distinguishable, then-]

-ing migraine, why can't they- Oh God, and it's winter! I'm going to take a baseball bat to

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[seleniahymn]

[There may have been stranger things in town, but that doesn't make it any less intimidating when a bear walks about. The only thing keeping her from drawing one of her knives is that fact that it's carrying a journal and has wings. Her body language still errs on cautious as she comes closer.]

[seleniahymn]

Have they? How long ago were you here?

[blondexena]

< I... can't tell. Just stopped being here one day, now I'm here again. Happens sometimes, though - you can't stop it. >

[seleniahymn]

So I've heard. [She hasn't known anyone who has gone home yet, but a part of her fears it happening to her friends.]

[blondexena]

< Yeah, you get used to it, or you get real crushed, real quick. There's no logic or reason for who stays and who goes. Just kind of happens. >

[seleniahymn]

... Was it something you experienced often last time you were here?

[blondexena]

< A couple times. >

[Lloyd... that one hurt.]

< You just hope they're going back to something better, if they can go back. >