paradisa | thirtieth

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thirtieth

[ The journal is outside and open, catching the sounds of leaves crunching and someone humming a happy sort of tune. It's hard to tell what's going on, though it sounds like things are being set down, shuffled around. Maybe you should explore.

Or maybe you are already there, having been invited. It's a picnic today, and there is food and drinks (and Emil didn't make them himself, be thankful), and people! People are great to have at picnics. ]

{ ooc; feel free to assume, if you've talked to him, that you were invited to this little picnic thing. even if you weren't invited, he doesn't mind people dropping in. }