paradisa | Dictated (or in person)

[ John is lying peacefully in his clinic bed, his journal placed on a table next to him. A lot has changed in the past week that John has been asleep, mostly because as far as he's aware a full year has gone by back at home, or... well on the flying battleship that he's been traveling on with his sister and a the ghosty bird version of his best dude friend. Needless to say trying to pack a year of years worth of growth into one week is pretty odd, and it's a good thing John was wearing his weird magical pjs when he knocked himself out or else his clothing might not fit as well when he woke back up.

Speaking of waking up... John's body suddenly jolts as he wakes up, he flails his arm out and knocks his journal off of the table and onto the floor. Nice how these things fall open when you most need them!

... No just kidding, it actually fell on the floor closed, so anyone who isn't in the clinic at the moment would have missed that, but it's okay, John's leaning over the edge of the bed to pick up the journal and prop the thing open on his lap.

He just stares at it for a moment trying to get a good idea how long he was gone. It's a little disorienting waking up after being gone for so long. ]

Woah... Hey uhm, okay so I kind of just woke up in the clinic and have no idea what is going on, but I think I probably hit my head like I did last time this happened. So uh... how long was I even gone? What is today's date and all of that?

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[ He nods his head. He can't really feel happy about it, but... well he can't really be angry at her about it either? ]

So uhm... now that I am caught up, what has been going on with you and the trolls on the meteor?