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[squartatore]

[at first, there's just the sound of running water and a tap being turned off.

Then dictation, slightly muffled and hesitant, as if she had deliberately placed some distance between herself and the open journal. Which would be accurate.]

I'm guessing not too many spotted the rather resident-ish statues on the camp grounds.

[and this is a grinding pop as she works her stiff jaw, before continuing]

Feels like we changed around midnight back there.

[Sayaka trails off uncertainly, and ends up pausing at that awkward place. Spending an entire week with a toothbrush stuck in your mouth will do that]

Comments

[dictated]

[songofthefoolish]

I wasn't aware there had been any statues at all. [ ... ]

Are you implying that you were one of them? Ridiculous.

[siebter]

[ Oh no, statue life... ]

Are you okay now?

[amiable]

Huh? You, too?!

[dictated]

[squartatore]

Hey, don't just dismiss my existence like that.

[squartatore]

[ty for understanding ;_;]

Yeah, I'm in need of some stretching, is all.

[dictated]

[songofthefoolish]

Do you have any proof? ...

Why would anyone have been turned into a statue, anyway! They clearly had enough frivolous things to work with in the beginning, I doubt they were in desperate need of extra decor.

[squartatore]

...You sound awfully chipper for someone who just regained her freedom.

[dictated]

[squartatore]

That's what I don't get. [but if it was caused by the castle...the unexpected is to be expected] You want proof, I'm sure there are other people who can back me up.

[amiable]

Freedom? [ OH. ] No, I wasn't a statue, but a friend of mine was apparently?!

[squartatore]

Now that I'm up, your friend should be too. Or soon enough, anyway.

[amiable]

What happened, anyway?

[squartatore]

I don't really know. I was getting ready for bed and next I knew, there was a world change going on and I couldn't move.

[HER BREATH IS EXTRA MINTY FROM THE TOOTHPASTE SITTING FOR SO LONG...]

[amiable]

C-Could you still see everything happening?!

[squartatore]

Only what was in front of me. My head was stuck too.

[amiable]

Are you okay now...? Painful...

[squartatore]

I will be. [probably? All parts seem to be in working order] Still stiff, though.

[amiable]

Maybe a jog?

[siebter]

[ He was never a statue but he's turned a few people into them... ]

But it doesn't hurt or anything, right?

[dictated]

[songofthefoolish]

I suppose it doesn't do any harm to let you keep the delusion of being turned into a statue. Very well! I'll take your word for it. [ isn't he gracious? he certainly thinks so. ]

It's good to have you back with us-- in theory, anyway. [ that's what you say, right? hrm... ]

[dictated]

[squartatore]

It's not a delusion. [were it possible to transcribe eyerolls, hers would be bolded in bigtext] But thanks, I guess.

[squartatore]

[she actually...checks to be sure that her magic isn't active before answering. Oops...]

Nothing that won't go away soon! Don't worry.

[squartatore]

That might work. [filing that under Possible Plans! it'd be easier than dealing with having legs and a right hand again way back when, so]

[amiable]

And yoga! Or some kind of stretching.

[squartatore]

Yeah, I've been doing that. Stretching, I mean. Are creaking noises normal?

[amiable]

I don't think so...