[People are still missing but they're on the way to bust them out so Luffy isn't too worried-- or maybe it's some strange effect of the day-- In either case, it is April 1st and so at the crack of 3am in the morning, Luffy wakes up, climbs to the crows nest and:]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY,
USOPP!!!!!

[Though this seems to be coming from Hajime's journal, the voice doesn't quite sound like hers. It's mocking her speech patterns and her usual pitch, but something is off.

Definitely off.]

Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey, everybody~~ Are we having fun yet? Are we? Are we? How's that shard hunting going? Making friends? Falling in loooooove?

Gosh, it's really gonna suck when you go back home to your regular shitty lives, isn't it?

What? What's that? Some of you don't want to go back? But...but what about working together to get all the shards and making your big wish?

Oopsie!

Guess we're not all pals after all, huh?

[If anyone on the Koumyou goes looking for Hajime, you're going to find someone very different where you'd expect her to be.]

[There is a sound coming over the journals now that few have ever heard and few here may ever hear again: Itachi is laughing.

He sits, balanced comfortably on the top of the mast, one arm wrapped around it while he holds the journal in the other. His legs dangle, kicking childishly.]

It's beautiful out today. Don't you think so?

[The cheerfulness in his voice may sound utterly unnatural to anyone who's gotten to know him.]

I'm feeling positively energetic. Hell, I want to fight someone. Anyone up for it? I'll hop over to your ship. I'll fight a whole ship. Challenge me.

[Chandra isn't much of one for using the journals at all. The whole...talking at a book thing...is kinda odd and writing isn't really her style. But some days are so freaking weird that you just gotta talk to people. And today? Well, it's definitely one of those sorts of days. Even for someone used to strange things just happening all around, waking up with a whole different set of parts ranks pretty high on the freak-o-meter.

Finding clothes is a pain, and he'll probably wind up raiding the laundry room just to find something that's even mildly appropriate. Sorry Thatch/Logan/Ace/Marco or whichever unfortunate person is now without pants, but there's a dire need for them here!

Eventually, a deep masculine voice comes through, patient and calm and completely unlike the highstrung, nearly psychotic Chandra from before.]

Voice

So. Curses. How long do they usually last? Because let me tell you I am having a hell of a time with this one. It's harmless, but inconvenient.

[He chuckles.]

But it is eye opening, that's for sure. So in the interest of opening a dialogue, tell me guys and girls...assuming you got...changed into the opposite gender for a little while what would you do? Also for you guys out there, what would you say are things a gal should experience that they might not...ordinarily...be able to. If...say...they'd been changed into a guy and were wanting to get the most out of an awkward experience?

[With that, Chandra'll shut the book and go out on deck to sit and wait. What a day. Ugh...]

((ooc: Chandra's been genderswapped for opposite day (Obviously!) and replies will come from craterizing))

I find myself missing being on the DeathShadow, even though she'd be a over kill for this place. It's strange to walk around and not trip over someone sleeping or Yattaran working on one of his models.

I miss my friend today even if today he would have likely done something like turn my hair some unnatural color.



But right now if this was the DeathShadow and not the Mistress someone at least could loan me a pair of pants that would fit.

[Harlock's short today. And for his Canon short is normally half his normal height. There is no way rolling up sleeves and or pant legs is going to work.]

Hello fellow pirates! [Chipper as ever, which would technically be never since arriving here.] I feel like something great is going to happen today. Not sure what, but it will. But you can make it happen if you just put a smile on your face. Give it a shot, it'll work. I promise!

[Mako's sitting on the stern of the Sun like happily talking to his journal.]

Oh yeah. If anyone has any candy, I could really use some. I don't think anything beats that while looking out at the ocean.

Maybe we should throw a party today. What do you think?

[He's actually smiling. A lot. The world might end...]

When you pay attention your journal this day, the clear voice of young Maribelle rings out.

"Ahem! Ladies and Gentlemen, I would like to formally introduce to you my son Brady. Say hello to everyone, Brady dear."

"... Tch. Hey. ... Y'know, I already said my piece when I first got here."

There's the sound of a parasol being bonked over Brady's head for his atrocious manners. "Yes dear, but we are formally introducing you to everyone!"

"Ow!" He groans, rubbing his head. After a sigh, he clears his throat. "... My name is Brady. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance."

"Very good. Now as I was saying, this is my son Brady, and today we are going to play for you a violin duet that I have trained him extensively for. Are you ready Brady?"

There's a bit of a pause. "Shouldn't we do something more important, like helpin' the captain, or checking on maps, or..." An even longer pause. You can almost hear the glare. "... Yes, Ma."

After some extra grumbling, the strings slowly start to play out. Despite the argument, the two are clearly talented, The performance is full of heart, passion, and dedication. As the last notes ring out...

"Nicely done, darling."

"... Thanks, Ma."

"And with that, I bid you adieu good people, until next time."

"... There's gunna be a next time?!"

((OOC: Both maribelle and brady will reply to comments!))

How would ye rate yer experience sailin' fer Davy Jones?

If ye could be any kind 'o bug, what would ye be and why?

What do you think be the air speed velocity of a coconut laden whooping crane?

What do ye really plan to do with the shards in th' end?

Be ye male or female? Single, engaged, other?

Species?

Have ye any suggestions how th' Dog can help ye pester her any more with insipid questions?

Thank'ee and have a nice day.

[For a change someone is sounding chipper AND sincere....]

Isn't it just an amazing day~.

[That's not the only oddity his crew might have picked up on..... Ban has been doing an awful lot of chores today instead of GASP trying to get out of them entirely.]

I've been thinking... it's not really fair to charge people exorbitant prices for my services so I've come to an important decision.

[There was a pause in his words as he waited until more people had the chance to listen in if they so desired.]

From now on the Get Backers retrieval service will take on any request no matter how big or small.. for

. That's right if anything has been lost or stolen from you, we'll get it back for you for nothing!

[A light chuckle]

Helping others is it's own reward.

[OOC: PRETEND I POSTED THIS EARLIER IN THE DAY XD]

[ACTION:]

Whoa! That was a big one!!

[On deck, Hiccup is almost crushed by Toothless, who makes all the noise. The angle of the ship levels out eventually after the bigger swells have passed, which lets the Viking regain his footing.]

Man, that could've been worse, huh? I mean, not like I've never felt a wave like that before...

[He trails off once he notices something is off. The dragon gives a tense sort of growl, shifting uneasily where he is. In Hiccup's arms. A couple of feet off the ground.

Once he realizes what's wrong with the picture, Hiccup's jaw drops.]

[AUDIO:]

–HOW AM I DOING THIS.

[Distressed and confused dragon noises here.]

My God, what is WRONG with the world today? *Your usual friendly neighborhood swordsman is distinctly unpleasant today.* Everyone being so goddamn cheerful and wanting to make friends on the ship. I'm surrounded by morons in the middle of an ocean trying to find shard pieces.

I just...RRRRRRR! I just want to stab things today! Everything's pissing me off.

-It's been a hell of a weird day, hasn't it? And yet with all of this chaos, the watchman of the Charming Murderess hasn't made a peep. Or been seen at all. At least until now. She opens the book to a lot of noise and sounds... groggy?-

Ah... was I asleep? That's strange... -She was capable of sleep. She didn't need it, though, so it was awfully odd that she'd have slept in for almost an entire day. She hops out of bead and...

... those sure are footfalls being heard.

And a moment later, the book drops as she shrieks.-

I HAVE LEGS?!

[Since Ace usually sleeps through the morning--and a bit of the afternoon--it should come as no surprise that this all comes late. Ace had been standing on the deck of the sun, groggily regarding the actual sun above and stretching out before he cleared his throat and scratched his neck.

Suddenly, the Sun and Moon were lodged still by a gigantic plateau of ice. Ace, staring out at it, pulled out his journal to speak softly to the crew.]

...Oi, who did that?

The ships're frozen.

[A pause. He reached out, trying to melt it. Instead, Ace stared blearily ahead of himself as he fired a wall of ice into the sea, hurling up a tidal wave away from both ships. The rain that came down on both ships could be heard.]

Who's messin' with me?

[And a calm, pleasant voice it is -- not quite cheery, maybe, but definitely brimming with energy and motivation.]

[PUBLIC]

Who else fought the Navy? Did you win your battles?

My crew won and looted, though the men we fought put on a brave effort.

( PRIVATE TO MURDERESS )

[For the most part Futo hasn't seemed much different from her usual self. She was still archaic, she was still formal, and she was still generally kind. However there was one very big difference, and it was about to manifest itself for all to see.]

I... I feel that I should not avoid this any longer, and it has already been too long in saying this. It has been unfair and cruel to my companion Soga no Tojiko, and I am truly ashamed and abashed at my behavior. I am... I am unsure of why I even transgressed against her... but....

Tojiko, I am truly most sorry to have ended your life in such a manner, I am unworthy to speak of such a ghastly wrong against you, and it is due time that I accept my crimes and face them properly. I put myself into your hands, and my your decision be my judgement.

For my crew mates, it is only fair that you know of this dark history, and deem what you may for it. I would not wish for one who is known to be a traitor to be amongst my ranks as well... and I will accept what is doled.

[Thatch will spend most, if not all day in his room. Though around noon you may find this journal entry]

I hate all of you bastards. Anyone tries to talk to me and dump them overboard. So just leave me alone, you damn kids!

[When you open your journal today, you might stumble upon a drawing that appears to be created with all the artistic talent of a five years old child:]



[If that has you confused, wait for the next part.]

Hello, everyone! What a lovely day it is!

[That... certainly doesn't sound very Ragna-like, yet despite the uncharacteristic cheerfulness, it's definitely his voice.]

I can't believe I only now noticed how wonderful this place is. So many amazing people to meet and befriend! Places to see! Adventures to have! The very thought of spending the upcoming months traveling with my beloved crew fills my heart with joy! How come I've never appreciated this before?

[There's a small sigh as he says that, but it's quickly followed with a happy giggle. Yes, a giggle. Just when you thought it couldn't get any worse...]

Also, also! I realized I haven't really spoken to a lot of you, though I can't imagine why. Come on, speak up! I want to get to know and make friends with all of you!

Have a nice day, everyone! And remember, friendship is magic!

Ragna the Bloodedge, out! ♥