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[slugly]

[After getting over the initial freaking out at suddenly being dumped in some strange place without warning, wondering what happened, and eventually figuring out where she is and how the journal works and what it's for... Sakura writes in her journal.

This handwriting is a bit sloppy -- only because the writer is obviously in a hurry to get their thoughts out on paper.]

I'm looking for someone that fits this description:

Blond
Male
17 years old
Wears a lot of orange
Should have an open incision on his left side, around his serratus.

[A quick diagram of a body with an arrow pointing at his left side just under the arm.]

If anyone has seen someone like that, please contact me. It's a medical emergency and he needs urgent care.

-Haruno Sakura

Comments

[princelycharm]

Of course, Princess. February 14th, which is a few days from now.

[slugly]

But it's the middle of--!

[She stops, remembering what people have been saying about time and how it isn't an issue.

A very tired sigh. Her chakra is so low, she doesn't have the energy for this.]

Sandwiches and tea, you said?

[princelycharm]

Yes! The best this island can offer!

I look forward to seeing you in our ship then?

[slugly]

Yeah. I'll stop by.

[princelycharm]

I shall await your beautiful presence then.

[ooc: There's an open log over at the log comm.]

[slugly]

[FEELS SO EMBARRASSED OVER BEAUTIFUL and considers not going because she's going to have to suffer more of it, isn't she?

She's too hungry.

Princess Sakura has arrived.]