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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.]

Comments

[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.]

[filtered]

[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]

[toasterciiide.livejournal.com]

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

Howdy doodly do. How's it going?

[sorryhesabear.livejournal.com]

[...8|a]

Captain?

[nosetobook.livejournal.com]

Only if you allow yourself to be subjected to it.

[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~

[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?]