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[She's muttering to herself here. What the journal picks up will be quiet and somewhat disjointed -- and definitely irritated.] Some kind of communications device, then. It seems a bit... bulky. I wonder... [Pause. There's a rhythmic tapping for a few moments.] Damn it.

[The sound of pages rustling. She clears her throat then and speaks loudly and forcefully.] Luceti. I've never heard of it. There's some sort of guide floating around that I've taken a look at, but I want to hear it from someone personally. Just why have I been brought here?

I have questions that need answered. It would be very much appreciated if someone would step up and start talking.

Start answering, or I start leveling the forest. [There's a pause and then a muttered:] If anyone even cares about the forest. Where the hell is this place? [It's obvious now that she's talking to herself. Journal? What journal?] Definitely not the cave I left. Nowhere near it; the place didn't look a thing like this.

[She trails off, muttering once in awhile about not knowing of anyone in the Bingo Book that can do something like this and about illusions cast before she abruptly cuts herself off. Right. Journal. Recording. She huffs.]

Damn it.

[End transmission.]

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[He snaps his journal shut, dropping out of his tree as well.] Yo.

Green? [As in... 'What's wrong with green?' He tosses the knapsack towards her - in it she'll find normal people clothes. Probably not her clothes, because he didn't take the time to look, but it's more weather-appropriate. And liveable.] Could be worse. There's people running around with rainbow wings and polka dots.

Something wrong with green? [Shut up. Just shut up.]

[She catches the knapsack and looks in it, smile -- the not quite so scary one -- spreading over her features.] 'Bout damn time. It's getting cold out here.

[She pauses, clothes in hand.] You're gonna turn around, aren't you?

Nothin' at all. And jeez, what kind of guy do you think I am? [He turns around, folding his hands behind his neck.]

The kind that's too lazy to turn around.

[Oh God, warmth. She could hug you right now, Shikamaru. She really could. She only pauses in her mad dash to get real clothes on when the wings present a problem, but manages to get even them under the clothes. She's cold, okay?]

You said messing up feathers could make me sick, yeah? They always this sore?

[Okay, she gets points for that one.]

Give it a week or two and that'll pass. Icing them helps. Hope you're not used to sleeping on your back though; that gets uncomfortable. [They're not so great for cloud watching either, which might upset him more. Priorities?]

[Course she does.]

It's not like they actually hurt. [Huffiness gives way to amusement.] First you're getting me to strip in the woods and now you're talking about sleeping habits. Two months in Luceti's changed you, kid.

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He almost cringes at that, BUT RESISTS. Oh no, not giving her the satisfaction. She'll probably get enough from the annoyed tone in his voice.]

Troublesome woman... You're right. I was finally getting used to having some peace and quiet for once.

[Heh. That got you, didn't it?]

Well, those days are over. You'll get fat and lazy otherwise. [Pause.] Er. Well. Fat, anyway.

[There's an amused snort. Please. He's eaten dinner with a family of Akimichis before and lived to tell the tale.]

Heh. Don't worry. This place goes to hell in a handbasket often enough that even I can't get too complacent. [As she might have seen in the guide.]

Good to hear you're staying on your toes. [Sorta. It's said a bit wryly, at any rate.] So, we're taken to a strange place, you haven't found a way out, and it goes to hell in a handbasket every so often. Wonderful. [There's a compliment in there somewhere -- or at least an acknowledgment of Shikamaru's giant brain.]

I'm assuming there's some sort of shelter in town. Somewhere. Hopefully. [Because it's cold, damn it all.]

[Lot of good it's doing him right now, isn't it?]

There's a whole village. Free food and housing; you have your pick of seven different apartment buildings. [He finally turns his head in her direction again, trusting she's dressed by now.] Your fan is in the weapons shop, by the way. I checked before I came out here.

[She stills upon seeing that he's turned his head toward her and then, almost guiltily, drops her hands. She should probably quit, you know, toying with the new wings. They're sore and weird and he's just caught her smoothing down feathers and trying to get them settled under her clothes. Damn it all. Say a word, Shikamaru. Say. One. Word. About it. She dares you.]

Good. [Arms crossed now. She never was messing with the wings. Got that?] I'd hate to have to build another; I'm partial to that one. It's got good weight.

No kidding. [Damn thing is heavy, he's learned. >.>]

So shall I escort you there or are you planning on flying?

[See icon and keywords.]

I thought I'd cartwheel.

[And yet he feels better. ^_^

Starting in the direction of the village.] I'll just put some distance between myself and your feet then.

Oh shut up.

[And without another word, she falls into step.]

[He smirks, but he'll do just that. It's actually easy to do - more people showing up here from his world... It's not something he's happy to see.

He takes to the trees, trusting she'll follow.] Chouji explain things to you?

[She does; moving through the trees is actually... nice. It's familiar enough to take her mind off the incessant ache in her shoulders.]

Welcome to Luceti, blah blah blah. Find a place to stay, take what you need, don't destroy the forest. Blah. Blah. Blah.

[Unimpressed. She's definitely that.]

I want my fan first.

Tch. You'll get it soon enough. If you have any other questions though, might as well ask them now. It's not exactly a quick jaunt back to the village.

Material needs seem pretty well taken care of. I'm more concerned about why I'm here than how I'll survive here.

That's something I haven't been able to get a straight answer on. The blanket answer seems to be that people are just drawn to this world, the Malnosso included.

Oh, that's nice to know. Chouji mentioned experiments. What's that all about? [Do not like the sound of that, not in the least. If these people can add limbs...]

Every once in a while, those Malnosso guys will do an experiment on the villagers. Seems to effect most people, but not always all of them. It's not always obvious what they plan to get from it. The first one I was here for, people were randomly teleporting all over the place.

The second... [Yeah. Halloween sucked.] Let's just say it was less pleasant. Whoever was in charge of that one had more sinister intentions with what they were doing.

[Give her a second to process that, Shikamaru. She's thinking it over and, no matter what avenue her mind takes, she ends up hitting a brick wall.]

So it could be as harmless as simply being in a place you didn't expect. [Not that that was necessarily always harmless; Temari could think of a dozen different ways one could appear somewhere and immediately have problems of the life-threatening kind.

Her gaze cuts to Shikamaru then, eyes narrowed.] Or something more sinister. And we don't know why.

It's too inconsistent to make a good guess.

When they're not experimenting on people though, there's a section that tries to work with the villagers more. People seem quicker to trust them. [Oddly enough. Yeah, can you tell he's unimpressed with the idea?]

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