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[With Naruto MIA (and if he's being experimented on, he hopes his pal fries the Rogues good in the process), Shikamaru can't afford to cut out at the convenience store, much as he wants to. He takes the morning shift, debating whether he should look into hiring more people again, before finding his journal returned to him halfway in.
Yeah, returned. Don't ask. ...it got eaten, okay. Don't ask.
Later in the day, when he's off, he decides to mark the occasion.]
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Congratulations, Luceti. As of today, it's been a year since TERRACE, and so a year since this village's seen a draft. They've been happening less and less frequently, but that's a record even for us. [Which is a good thing, if you can't tell from how pleased he sounds.]
Speaking about misconceptions... Let's play a game. Pretend I'm a New Feather here, freshly arrived and working on the half-naked problem. A couple dozen people have explained the thing about the wings, don't worry, but I still have no idea how I got here, or where 'here' is.
How do you explain the situation? What's the first thing you tell me about the world, or the Malnosso? If you don't feel comfortable saying it on the journals, you can find me at the playground if you want to say it in person. Any of you who've been here for less than two years, I'd be interested in your response especially.
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[True to his word, Shikamaru will be at the playground all afternoon, hogging the roundabout while school's still in session and begrudgingly giving it up when the kids are out for a spot in the sand. He'll have his journal and a separate notepad with him, scribbling in both.
When the sun goes down, he'll hang out for a little while longer for latecomers before calling it a day and going to the bar. He has no intention of getting sloshed, but he'll stick around long enough to have some fun and knock back more than a few.]
Yeah, returned. Don't ask. ...it got eaten, okay. Don't ask.
Later in the day, when he's off, he decides to mark the occasion.]
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Congratulations, Luceti. As of today, it's been a year since TERRACE, and so a year since this village's seen a draft. They've been happening less and less frequently, but that's a record even for us. [Which is a good thing, if you can't tell from how pleased he sounds.]
Speaking about misconceptions... Let's play a game. Pretend I'm a New Feather here, freshly arrived and working on the half-naked problem. A couple dozen people have explained the thing about the wings, don't worry, but I still have no idea how I got here, or where 'here' is.
How do you explain the situation? What's the first thing you tell me about the world, or the Malnosso? If you don't feel comfortable saying it on the journals, you can find me at the playground if you want to say it in person. Any of you who've been here for less than two years, I'd be interested in your response especially.
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[True to his word, Shikamaru will be at the playground all afternoon, hogging the roundabout while school's still in session and begrudgingly giving it up when the kids are out for a spot in the sand. He'll have his journal and a separate notepad with him, scribbling in both.
When the sun goes down, he'll hang out for a little while longer for latecomers before calling it a day and going to the bar. He has no intention of getting sloshed, but he'll stick around long enough to have some fun and knock back more than a few.]
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[And she'll be at the well-entrance a little earlier than planned, so she'll shoot him a note about that. Besides, with the walk down to that secret area, better to get there early anyway. So closer to 4 after all.]
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Hope you weren't waiting long.
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The estimated time before the next door opens still seems to be fluctuating, but it's all moving in a positive direction now that we've worked out the script errors.
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[He opens his mouth, only to exhale lightly instead of mentioning the joke on the tip of his tongue. Tony and Daisy sure picked a fine time to leave.]
Even if it means now we need to be ready for when it finishes, so we can do it all over again. Third time's the charm, huh?
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[Which will be later today, luckily enough.]
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[Given it's the one she had wanted open initially, it would be disappointing if not. But anything was a possibility.]
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Her bones confirms at least one thing: there are those who had access to this place even after it's secrets were scrubbed. She might not have been the only one who had the same idea.
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Think we should poll the others for what door to open next, or wait until Archives is cracked?
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Speaking of that though, that last room we opened has made me wonder if maybe we should be checking someplace else while we wait.
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