[The journal emits at first the sounds of sobbing before Leanne goes to speak, her voice a little hoarse from crying.]

Judging by what I have been hearing, these birds have been given to us as 'gifts'. Has anyone listen past their songs?

[She goes to take a deep breath before just shutting the journal once more to go back to crying. Anyone can find her in her room on the Sun.]

[Kodachi began speaking into the journal as though she was in the middle of a conversation.]

Do not fret; I have not forgotten about that radio drama. I have simply been very busy, as I have been taking care of my fellow crew members. However, I am hoping that the time is ripe for this endeavor of mine. ♥

On another note, that shower of pears was entertaining, wasn't it? I'm certain that you have all had your share, but would anyone like some pear pies? I guarantee that you haven't had anything as delicious as mine~! Ohohohohoho!

[Does she have an ulterior motive? Hmm . . .]

This is for Finnian and Guy- yeah, that's right, I know your names! You guys can consider this your second-round interviews for the crew, and some introductions all around.

( Then there's the meeting coming up at... somewhere? )

So, ROLL CALL!

[It has been a while since red script has graced everyone's journals, hasn't it? Well, the drought is over, or is it?]

From hence forth, I'm swearing off men. Except Hawtrey. We're giving him time to lick his wounds before we come after him again. While he was a worthy adversary, we still want his head.

And maybe the occasional hottie. But they'll have to go through a rigorous body check.

[She does strike out that word a few times.]

Has anyone else decided to give up something?


-Captain Grell the Red

[All that could be heard right away is the sound of heavy breathing. It was obvious that they were more than a little scared, in fact after a few minutes Finnian could be heard speaking.]

Is anyone else having their worst nightmare come true?

[He goes quiet as the sound of footsteps could be heard in the background getting closer and closer before passing and getting much quieter. Once they seemed to have gone he speaks up and almost sounding like he's going to cry.]

I don't want them to take me away... I don't want to be experimented on again. [He sniffs slightly.]

To my crew mates, if you hear this please stay safe. [It wasn't long until the footsteps are back and a scream could be heard from Finny before the journal goes quiet.]

[Here's a voice not many people have heard much of, mostly because it's a little more high pitched than normal.]

So um, I have a question. Does anyone know how to stop a curse? Like, how to stop being a girl if you're supposed to be a boy?

[He pauses, remembering Selphie didn't recognize him before.]

Oh! It's Roxas, by the way.

You know, it really sucks when people disappear... One of my best friends is gone and... it hurts. She was real important to me. I've been here for more than a year now, and there are people here that I'd do anything for. So of course it stings when they're gone. But...

...but instead of just being sad all the time, I think this means that we should always be grateful for the people that we do have, all the awesome friends that are still with us. If anything, we should keep them as close as we can, have as much fun as we can. No one knows what's gonna happen tomorrow.

So get together with the people you care about the most, and the ones you love the most. Make sure they know just how much they mean to you.

Have fun, everyone!

[Private to Spades]

Hey guys - wanna hang out? I'm up on deck if you wanna join in - I've got drinks and candy, and I've brought my guitar too! See ya soon!

*Of course she knows that she's not the only Spade that will be hurting with Chandra's disappearance. But instead of wallowing or running away, Selphie has chosen the happier option. Out on deck, Selphie has dragged her own duvet and pillows, and Chandra's too. There are a few bottles of various alcohols (including one very bright green one, and a very bright pink one - obviously Selphie's own choices), and there was a small spread of her own personal supply of candy. Selphie sat on a pillow, waiting to see if anyone would come along to keep her company, strumming her guitar and singing softly*
 

[he is sitting on one of the hermit crab homes with a violin case on his lap]

Brook is gone.

I don't wanna stop missing people, but it's hard. There's a some people I'm gonna see again but a lot of people I don't know.

But even if I'm gonna see 'em again or not, missing them hurts. Like before I was rubber and tried to swallow an orange.

But I don't wanna hurt. I wanna be happy.

So what do you do to be happy?

[anything can help at this point. He pulls the violin out and plays a few screechy notes. It's a tribute. A bad one. But a tribute nontheless]

Hmm, that's...interesting? I guess?

Is it common for the rain to be this color? If not, I hope it's not unhealthy...

...from the looks of those clouds, it seems like this storm will be lasting for quite a while! I hope everyone stays safe out there!

[For those aboard the ship, Lyrik is standing out in the rain, although apparently not at all touched by any of it as he walks along. His arms folded in front of him, he fingers his chin as he eyes the deck.]

I guess I'll just have to wait until later before I can effectively clear all this water out.

[The handwriting looks like that of a small child, which is kind of embarrassing because he's eleven now and you'd think he was four or five from the way he writes.]

Is ther any way to lurn how to rite better? Vise sas hell teech me but Vise is stoopid an ideeat a fukking moron not a teecher. I need to lurn math to. It is very importent. I dont hav a teecher heer and if I dont study Ill get stoopid like Vise beehind.

Chemistry is about transformation.

Everything in the world is held together by bonds- bonds which can be broken, but then can be rebuilt into something greater. I suppose the same is true in this world. I hope I have time here to find out. There are lot of things I'd like to explore if it's possible.

...Beginning with this journal. I've heard rumors about what it's supposed to do, I suppose I can conduct an experiment to see if they are true or not. Or these shards I've heard about. It's a lot to take in.

[Blue sky pirates can find Walt on the deck of their ship, staring as he usually does, out over the sea. Probably wondering if there is any place he can get a cup of coffee.]

Ma, well.... I've decided to help out on an as needed basis. If you need general assistance, or in searching for a shard, let me know. Ah, but... I don't really care about the shards... Is it that important? I suppose it must be.

Let me know, or not. Either way.

Oh...and...welcome...new people. Though... it is a bit late. Well, never mind. Welcome anyway.

[Sheep aren't cutting it. The life force of an animal that she can't even bleed dry isn't satisfactory. Not now. It worked for awhile, but now the real hunger has set in. A feeling in the very pit of her stomach that leaves Alex prowling the yardarms during the nighttime hours.

Like now.

If she asked, she could probably get Haytham to cut himself. Pour rich, hot blood into the cup she'd first drank from. But she doesn't trust herself not to attack on first sight and smell of it.

Because she wants more than just blood. She wants life. To feel a living creature under her teeth. She doesn't crave the kill. But to feel something alive. To drink from the source.

And, well. She's a teenage girl. That? She can use to her advantage.]

Evening.

[She lets the instinct and hunger talk more than the girl. The words glide out, half purr and half lilt.

A siren's song to lure hapless sailors.]

Those of you who don't know me? I'm Alex. I've been here awhile. About nine months.

[She chuckles, a low, rolling sound.]

This is going to sound stupid, probably. [Give them a bit of innocence, slightly corrupted but not entirely.] But I'm really missing my boyfriend. Being held, being kissed, being touched.

I'm not looking for anything serious, I promise. No strings attached.

But I wanna have a little fun. An evening. Maybe a day or two. Your ship, mine, some nice little island.

I'm not looking for a boyfriend or anything like that. Promise. You're not going to get stuck with some crazy girl following you around.

I just wanna have a little fun.

[Another chuckle. Sweet, almost embarrassed. Like she isn't setting a trap.]

Anyone interested?

[Finnian had been happy that Ciel had grown up and become some sort of funky looking chicken. What he hadn't been expecting when he had woken up the next day was to find an egg at the bottom of his bed. It was enough to cause him to nearly fall out of bed in shock, Ciel his friend since Easter moving to lightly peck him on the face. It wasn't long before he grabbed the journal and soon every word could be heard.]

I didn't think when I woke up this morning that there would be an egg at the bottom of my bed. But... I thought Ciel was a boy chicken, not a girl... [Slowly it dawns on him.] Eh?! It means I've named the young master after a female chicken... That isn't good at all, I'm sorry. [He sounded generally upset as the chicken could be heard as Finnian had gone about dealing with the situation. It's quiet for around a few minutes before the young man, not a little bit calmed down speaks directly to the journal.]

Question! Is it normal for chickens to lay hard boiled eggs?

[Serenes did her good. The absolute peace and quiet in her mind, well, that went away. But the rest perked Rogue up a bit. Enough that she can, at least, address her fellow kidnap victims about something fairly insignificant.]

So, we're from a lot of different worlds, right? That's what I've noticed at least.

That's got me curious.

What're the "milestone" birthdays where y'all are from?

[This has nothing to do with her own upcoming birthday. Nope. Or with using a fairly benign topic to announce her presence to certain people.]

Like. Where I'm from--

You've got sixteen, which means you can drive.
Eighteen's a big deal, even though, y'know, not much y' really get. I mean, buyin' cigarettes an' votin', but that ain' really a big deal.
Then there's twenty-one, legal drinkin' age.

Anybody else got big ones? 'M just curious 'bout the differences in worlds, y'know?

[For the Spades, she's around. Keeping busy, paying close attention to how to work the sails and everything else. The same pep that was in her step on Serenes is gone, but she's also not completely skulking about like she was after Stela and before that.]

Well. Don' know who drugged me or when it happened, but clearly I ain' wakin' up anytime soon.

Definitely wanna know what it is though, 'cause dis is amazin'!

[And really detailed. Weird. Oh well! He's too excited about it being pirates. He's not at all fond of them or their history in his world. Because what thief would like other thieves? I mean, really.]

Just one lil' thin could make dis really perfect...

[And it wasn't so much a thing as a person...

A little later, the same guy scribbled into the journal:]

[written]

What's the point of these things anyways

Also what's with the fountain

[There's some kind of scribble that looks like a gator attempting to eat what he just wrote down. Clearly someone is too amused or bored with themselves.]

[While unaffected by the strange magic swapping everyone's bodies, it would be extremely difficult for Mitsunari not to notice all that's going on, and he doesn't like the particular nature of this curse one bit.]

To be handed the opportunity to pretend to be someone else... given free rein to deceive all that you like...

I detest this.

[Was that the sound of the journal snapping shut? It sure was. Whether anyone's actually used this as a chance to assume another person's identity is irrelevant; it's the principle of the thing.]

Gyaaaaaaaaaaah!!

[Good morning, Justice crew. You may notice the panicked screaming coming from Maribelle's cabin.

Later in the day, you can find "Maribelle" awkwardly wandering the ship, and by "wandering" I mean dragging herself around by desperately clinging to the walls to keep herself upright. A step too quick and she'll probably topple over. Please lend her a hand.

Once she's calmed herself done, the mermaid-turned-troubadour will take to her journal in an attempt to locate her crew.]

Th-this is Keimi. I'm on another ship right now, and I'm not in my body...

Are the Straw Hats still okay? Luffy-chin? Sanji-chin? Elsa? Anna?

[She could sit there listing everyone's names. She's worried about you all, but instead, she'll hold her tongue and hope for a response.]

Maribelle-chin, I'm sorry if I'm not very good at using your legs...