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[Robin's voice is a bit slow, her words perhaps a little slurred, like someone coming out of anesthetics.]

Real, this time? Touches like pages. They go swish too. And sounds. Voices. Need them.

Water!

[There's a bit of indistinct shuffling around, then some small splashes as Robin drinks from her hands. She takes a moment to breathe, already beginning to feel her head clear. Her speech at least clears up significantly.]

The last I can remember clearly was... a rogue wave. Came out of nowhere, straight at the ship and then... here. Scorpion... something. Scorpion's Reef? Mm, that sounds right. Their sting doesn't kill so that's good, but it's how loose in a- wait. That word doesn't make sense. Word for seeing things that aren't there. Hear and smell and touch them too. Movement and colors. All there.

Not dreams.

Need to get off the island but there's no more boat. And I can't swim.

[She giggles.]

Ridiculous. Pirates that can't swim. But it's true. No swimming for me. Maybe I used to, but I don't remember. Someone said the sea is jealous. I have something it wants. I say, if it wants to keep it then it shouldn't spit out fruit for me to eat. It's quite rude to give a gift then demand it back. Bugs swim better than me. Scorpions. I think they're leaving me alone now. Perhaps I'm boring to them. But the sea will always want me in its depths.

Who am I talking to? Is someone there?

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Robin! [something is wrong but he doesn't know what. It doesn't matter right now]

OI! Everyone! Lets get Robin right now!

Where are you? Robin?

...Well, considering the system you're usin' to talk, I'll bet a great many people are "here" listenin'. Sounds to me like you're just a little bit addled, Miss. Did you soak in a little too much as at a local bar? Eat a few things that didn't sit well?

[Eh?? Is that his lovely Robin-chan's voice after all these weeks??? BEST BIRTHDAY PRESENT EVER!!!]

ROBIN-CHWAAAAAAN~!!!

[—Although...her voice and all those words don't really match up very well. Hmm.]

...Ah, Robin-chan, are you okay?? [And since she asked...] It's Sanji, your knight in shining armor!!

Robin....

Are you all --

[WELL SHE IS OBVIOUSLY NOT ALL RIGHT. AND ASKING IF SHE IS ALL THERE IS TOO RUDE FOR EVEN MARCO.]

Together?

[WITH YOURSELF. WOMAN PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER.]

Luffy!

[Does she sound happy? Relieved? Like everything will now be okay?

Maybe a little.

And doubtful, like she isn't sure if she actually heard his voice.]

Be careful the colors swim and get on the boat. Scorpions are colors. Tell Sanji-kun. Lots of bugs.

Hmmmm new voice. Not dreaming then.

[She sounds relieved.]

Only bar is sand and drink is water. Eating is good though. Fire for bugs and snakes. Bites hot. Eats the forest and me in it. Have water. Wait for food. Yes.

[It seems she's decided something.]

Knight and a day and a night. Too long, they'll bite again. Have to stay by the lake, the sea is jealous. It chased me on the beach! Don't let it drink me! Please!

[She sounds desperate by the end, pleading.]

Johnny, Miss. At your service.

[Hooooooo, boy.]

Does that mean you're gonna' stay put and hopefully stay calm until friends can collect you?

No, it's only me and me and me. As many me's as you want.

[She giggles, and her voice becomes sultry.]

You want all the me's to find you pretty bird?

[...]

My wings don't sparkle though.

Mm.

But the stingers make flying through planets happen. Try not to get stung. Stay by lake for water but can't go in. Lake will swallow me for the ocean but it won't chase me.

Johnny. I don't know Johnny. Is he nice?

It's too cold to go swimming anyway. Normal person would be to cold to tread water in no time flat. [ What is with everyone wanting to take a dip? First hat guy tossed a few people overboard the other day, then the shark with the fishing line. Robin was supposed to be one of the more sensible people]

[...Well, shit. Sanji's cursing by the time she finishes, but he can't do much from where he is except grip tightly at his journal.]

Oi, oi, what shithead chased you? Dammit, don't worry, Robin-chan! We're gonna come get you!

[And then quickly glancing at her original post again...]

Scorpions... You're somewhere with a bunch of shitty scorpions? Is Scorpion's Reef an island??

[The hell does he know? Ahhhh why don't they have a Nami-san here. ;_; Sanji's up and dashing for the library next -- or whatever they have that substitutes as a library. WHEREVER ROBIN KEEPS HER STUFF. Gonna rifle through everything, sorry, babe.]

Book from Coma Dog says where. Not book from Cat. Cat book full of blood. Don't fall in the blood okay?

[She is really worried about that.]

[By certain definitions of sensible, sure. Unfortunately she's been heavily dosed with hallucinogens and that's not the easiest thing to bootstrap out of.]

Not swimming. Water chased me when I slept. Insects in the water. Be careful Warlock, the orange ones are testy.

Depends on who you ask, back home. I do try to at least be cordial to most folks, when I can. I will admit to a certain...bias toward gorgeous women.

What about plain women? Or maybe mountain women? Do you decide or do they?

Coma Dog book, Coma Dog book...

[Mutters as he sorts through things, setting his own journal off to the side. He assumes she means Scurvey Dog, though he's not sure what book he's looking for. As he continues to search, he keeps absently talking to Robin.]

Don't worry about any blood, Robin-chan, we don't got that shitty white book anymore. Celestia-san gave it to one of the other crews so they could deliver it— Oh! Ohhh, that book, I bet, huh?

[He remembers now, duh, the book Robin got from that riddle contest thing. It had a bunch of information about islands and stuff. The hell did it look like again?]

I get along with women in general, really. At least better than I do with most other men.

.......

[Robin tries so very hard to process that. Of course, that was the plan. Copy it and then give it back. But she'd very much wanted to drop it into the ocean. Or maybe give it to Keimi so she could be assured it rested buried under the deepest trench at the bottom of the sea.

But now it was in Cat's hands. Again.

Fear and revulsion well up in Robin's stomach, a quiet physical reaction to something she doesn't entirely understand. She has to focus on breathing. Keep her focus on a nearby scorpion shaking itself off after a swim in the lake, because when she doesn't she suddenly sees his face grinning down at her, hatred and death glowing like embers in negative from his eyes. It was, in some ways, more terrifying than facing Jones himself. A promise of things to come if she wasn't careful.]

She'll lose it. Fall in the blood. Lose everything. I can't swim in blood either, probably. Devil's Daughter. Demon blood. Is it true, I wonder? Can't think. Too many colors. Crawling on the ship.

[Robin rests her head on the journal, trying to steady herself.]

Coma book under sleep. No words just dead skin. Twitchy map. It's okay if you look.

Always.

Don't worry, I'll sparkle enough for both of us. All thirty of you.

Hmm that must be nice. I wonder why? Do you like their voices better? What if I was a man with a pretty voice would you like me still?

Thirty? No, too many colors. Stings. Stinging then flying and people who are dead. Have to run but it's not real. If I stay they catch me. If I go they sting and I get lost worse than scowling moss. But shhhh don't tell him.

[She giggles.]

Well, I do find the presence of women very calming. Granted, raisin' some of my crew was like herdin' cats when they were younger, but they've all grown in kind, well-meanin' young people.

As for the last bit, I suppose that'd depend on how pretty a man you are. I'd imagine a man built like a mountain with a voice like yours would be pretty comical.

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