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[paradisamods]

[And, quite suddenly...

You're holding your journal. If you already were holding it, congratulations. If you weren't... you are now! Somebody wants your attention.

And get this: it's empty.

The old one's kicking around somewhere, but for now, look at what Paradisa gave you!]

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[ardor]

Fine, yeah. Sorry, it just startled me. I wasn't even holding it!

[disciplines]

I came looking since I overheard everyone clamoring over it and had the unfortunate timing of raising it above me to take a look at it.

[Sigh, sigh.]

So you've no idea what's up either, I take it?

[ardor]

Right...

[She makes an annoyed noise at the journal.]

No idea at all.

[disciplines]

[The next thing you hear is some frustrated grunts and swooshing sounds. There's a plop at the end. After a minute or two of these foul shenanigans, she sighs again.]

Seems shaking won't get anything but your beverage out either.

[ardor]

Why would that even work in the first place?

[disciplines]

You never know, though chances are it's one of its magic tricks. Which means I'm out of ideas or ways to solve this. I don't think a swift kick or a harsh grading will bring it back.

[ardor]

If one of those were the answer, I'm not sure what I'd think.

[disciplines]

Stranger things have happened, but it wouldn't even be funny at this point.

[Speaking of points]

Hey, journal. 2 points for reorganizing.

[And here is where the awkward pause goes]

...Well, that didn't work. Tell nobody I tried it.

[ardor]

Alleyne, it's public knowledge now.

[disciplines]

....Shit, stupid journal. Well, it was worth a shot is all I have to say.

[Grumble grumble]

So, er, this happened all at once just now?

[ardor]

Guess so.

[disciplines]

Tch, how annoying. You think it's permanent? Knowing this place it probably is.

[ardor]

I'm not about to attempt to make a guess like that.