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[deathsdoctor]

[Blissfully unaware of Admirals stalking the village in search of him, Trafalgar Law is taking a few hours away from nosing around the village and through the journals... though it’s still open – he likes to listen to the background noise from the book. Today he must attend to some of life’s tedious domestic necessities. Mainly cleaning the apartment, cooking dinner, and sitting down on the couch to alter some new shirts and sweaters to accommodate his wings.

Boring, but it’s not going to get done by itself.

Sword maintenance comes next on the list, and that’s when the hairs on the back of his neck start to rise as he sights down the blade looking for imperfections and fractures. It’s a loud day for the journals, what with the floods of new arrivals (and no voices of crew yet), but he’s got the uneasy feeling the fun’s about to visit him in turn. 8| ]

… it’s really going crazy out there…

[… a really uneasy feeling.]

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[ellojellohello.livejournal.com]

[So, Mister Law, how do you feel about jello? Because it appears right next to you. And stares at you. As jello does.]

[deathsdoctor]

[No feelings at all. Because it is jello. And he is used to being stared at.

...

Though... hmmm...

... he does have something now to offer as a snack if someone reasonably interesting and decently pleasant comes crashing into his abode.]

[ellojellohello.livejournal.com]

[The jello is happy to be useful.

...if jello could be happy. Of course, it would be happier to be eaten. But it can wait.]

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[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[Well, not to be a complete and utter killjoy during the fourth wall, but after his lovely run-in with shitty Admiral #1, the chef has found himself compelled enough to spread the news.

There's a message waiting, Law]

Oi.

Kizaru's looking for you. [Can you just hear the excitement in his voice? Whether he gets an answer or not, he figures the pirate is now well-informed]

Re: [filtered] 1/something

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... what?!

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[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

Exactly what I said. Shithead's looking for you.

Guess the fuckin Malnosso decided to spice shit up by bringing in an Admiral.

[toasterciiide.livejournal.com]

[There appears to be a toaster on your couch.]

Howdy doodly do. How's it going?

[deathsdoctor]

...

... going... as well as can be reasonably expected.

[Cause, you know, ADMIRAL on the loose. Very bad.]

[Also, you are a talking toaster. That he is now talking too. Which is a little odd, weird, creepy, and utterly fascinating in the same breath.

Huh...

Totally wondering now how you work.]

[toasterciiide.livejournal.com]

[Pshaw. Admiral Kizaru will fall before the might of the Talkie Toaster. No, really.]

Well, perhaps I can improve things! I'm Talkie, Talkie Toaster, your chirpy breakfast companion. Talkie's the name, toasting's the game. Would you like any toast?

[sorryhesabear.livejournal.com]

[...8|a]

Captain?

You have NO idea how happy he is to see you, Bepo

[deathsdoctor]

[Eyes widening]

... Bepo?

[It's been nearly two months since he's last seen you buddy. Nearly two months in a cage with the company of Blackbeard, the Strawhats, some Marines, and a mass of people from worlds of every description. He's missed you.

Now don't freak out, Bepo.

Your Captain has wings. Black feathered wings tipped with yellow.

He promises he's not dead. Just occasionally horribly experimented on.]

1/2 :D

[sorryhesabear.livejournal.com]

[ nod-nod. who else would it be, unless-- the Captain doesn't know a new talking bear, does he? D|]

I woke up away from the ship. [ Which doesn't make any sense, he's just saying.

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Information loading. ]

[sorryhesabear.livejournal.com]

[ What's life without a little freaking out? ]

C-CAPTAIN, YOU HAVE WINGS!

[nosetobook.livejournal.com]

Only if you allow yourself to be subjected to it.

[deathsdoctor]

... hmm?

[Are you sure you want to be here, kid? This is pirate territory. And that is a fearsome one staring quizically at you over the blade he just finished sharpening on yonder couch.

Now he doesn't touch kids, and so far you've been a fairly unobtrusive addition to his decor. But, kid. You're still in his home. Mind telling him what you're doing here?]

[nosetobook.livejournal.com]

Yes?

[brewducation.livejournal.com]

[Lookout Law, there's been a breach in security. SEVERAL BACTERIA HAVE INFILTRATED YOUR HOME.

...and this one is staring right at you.]


Let's brew, let's brew~

[deathsdoctor]

[HE JUST CLEANED! XO ... there's no way he's doing it again too.

Otherwise...

Talking bacteria (or is that yeast?), huh?]

... hmmm...

[Staring at YOU in undisguised scientific fascination]

[brewducation.livejournal.com]

Bacteria, yeast, microbes...whatever floats your boat--er, submarine.]

Ah! I've been spotted. Who are you mister? I am influenza 8D

[southernsquirt.livejournal.com]

[Mr. Law, there is someone peering around the corner of the couch you are sitting on. She doesn't know where she is, and this is no place at ALL like home, and you have a very big sword. And you are between her and the door and she doesn't know what to do yet. She doesn't see her brother, or her father or - or anything at all that makes sense.

Before she makes up her mind whether or not to ask for help or make a break for it, will she be spotted?]

[deathsdoctor]

[That sword is being sheathed and Law yawns sleepily and stretches. Not going to sleep, because KIZARU, but just leaning back and dozing and...

... huh...

Someone's here. That does not feel like a threat.

Cracking open an eye and scanning around the room. He spots movement...]

Hello?

[southernsquirt.livejournal.com]

[Spotted! Run or respond?

It's Katara's nature to be trusting. And he did put the sword away. So... she steps out from behind the couch.. mostly.]

Hello? Could you tell me where I am?