deathsdoctor | 017 [Voice, backdated to Sept 5th]

[Hello Luceti. You’re greeted by the sound of a journal opening and muttering. And in the far background, rustling. Like something is squirming around in the distance - wrapping, twining, growing.

We might have a problem here.]

Is there anyone in the village with extensive knowledge of fairy tales? We have a situation on our hands we could use some advice dealing with. [Or maybe even a rescue, but Law’s pride keeps him from saying that much - for now.]

Thorns. [Katara’s voice piped in.] Lots and lots of thorns. They’re growing and overtaking the house, and we’re not sure why.

We think they’re connected to a kidnapping effect. The lady affected has been in an unnaturally deep sleep for days and nothing seems to wake her. [Nothing. Not even beer bottles perched on her head. 8|a ] Has anyone heard of anything like this?

((This is an open post that can be fielded by anybody trapped in the house. Threadjack to your hearts’ content - Law’s journal is made to be snatched from him and anyone else who has it.))

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[~~omg get out you voyeurs~~ Oblivious to her audience, Vivi brings her lips to Nami's, parting them slightly as she kisses her. It's fairly chaste as kisses go, and as Vivi continues to feel no response whatsoever from Nami, not even the barest answering movement of lips, she cuts it off rather abruptly, lifting her head to watch for any delayed reaction from her friend. She gives Nami's hand another little squeeze, but the navigator's face remains impassive in sleep. Vivi sighs, looking back over her shoulder to Sanji.]

I don't think that did anything. [Her voice sounds more disappointed than she'd meant it to, and Vivi realizes that a part of her had begun to believe that this would actually be the answer.]

[Sanji is, quite possibly, more disappointed than Vivi is, judging by the way his shoulders slouch in momentary defeat - and all of his reasons are so slanted towards selfishness that he keeps them quiet.]

It was still a good try, Vivi-chan. [He sighs and leans back, pinching the bridge of his nose]

[Vivi scrubs a hand quickly over her face and manages a weak smile.] I suppose it didn't hurt to try. Though now I wonder... [She looks thoughtful, bringing a hand up to lightly touch a knuckle to her lower lip. After a long moment, she flicks her gaze between Sanji and Law, and back to Nami.]

Why do you think it didn't work? Because we're both women? Or maybe because it really does need to be Nami-san's true love? [If that last is true, they could have a real problem on their hands...]

It could be either... we won't really know until a prince takes a shot.

[Oh yes, a real, real problem.]

[Pinching, pinching his nose harder. Shit, those words are physically painful in ways he never imagined.]

Tch, does she even have a true love? [Tone heavily implying that as far as Sanji was aware? No, no she doesn't.]

[Vivi shakes her head.] I don't think so, no. [It seems unlikely, at least, and Vivi is fairly certain that if Nami did have someone she cared about like that, she'd've told her about them.]

[She glances back to Sanji, unsure if she should ask...] Maybe--have you tried kissing her, Sanji-san? You may not be actually royalty, but...[Mr Prince. It's a huge stretch and Vivi knows it, but just as in her case, could it really hurt to at least try?]

[You know what? He'll just let Sanji field that one.]

Oh, I already tried that. [Oh yes he did. ] Seems like I don't qualify either.

We're gonna need the real deal. [Otherwise he'd get their self-proclaimed Pirate King on the scene (What? Luffy is infinitely better than everyone else available)]

Oh. [Wilting slightly. Hey, she'd be willing to dress in drag and try it again, but somehow she thinks the shift or spell or whatever it is won't be fooled.]

Well...I could try and get a hold of Ling-san. He's a prince!

[The party-crasher?]

He's already on his way.

[Must... resist... hissing--]

He is? That's lucky!

[Vivi notices Sanji bristling and tries to subtly lower his hostility with a comforting pat on the shoulder.] I hope that will work. [Since if not, they're fairly out of options.]

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