[the sound of halting, limping steps is coming through the journal. There is a weak cough, and a soft cry as book and body hit the ground]
P-Please...
[that's all she can say as she leans against the outer wall of one of the community buildings. At least she made it back to the village this time. On both wrists and both ankles are the remnants of metal restraints, and a similar band encircles her neck. Blood runs down her face from both temples, from what appear to be identical half-inch holes of some kind, and she holds one arm strangely, not wanting to move it.]
Wh-where's...aah! [another ineffective cough]
[[ooc: Oh dear. The muse is back, and would prefer sane people to help her out a bit, please.]]
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I'm gonna go out on a limb here and guess that it's yet another experiment, now that I think about it. ...And again, without a warning. But what kind of experiment is this?
Allen, Daisya, Stella? Are the people you guys know acting...weird, too?
[[ooc: I'm almost sad that Sheena won't be switching. I have the worst timing.]]
...Things are actually kinda nice around here, in the spring. Everything turning green like this...it's really different from home, but at the same time...still peaceful. I'm surprised I can find peace in a place like this, but I guess that's what you get for looking at nature too long, huh? ...Maybe it's because spring was always when the good things happened.
That reminds me, too - Stella, how're you doing?
Hey, Daisya, you have a minute?
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