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[Patty isn't a stranger to waking up in peculiar places. In fact, she's awoken in places far stranger than this. The first thing she noticed was the nostalgic, salty smell of the sea. Then, the crash of waves that were rocking her little 'boat' back and forth. It was really quite calming. However, all dreams must come to an end and it wasn't long before she regained consciousness entirely to realize that she was in a bit of a pickle.

She was in a washtub. In the middle of an ocean. Wearing a plain white dress. ... Well, it could always be worse. Not quite noticing the book beside her just yet, she begins to speak.]

Oooh, my head... I know that when it's time to abandon ship and you're out of lifeboats, you should float along in a powder keg, but I've never heard of washtub boats before.

Ah, looks like I'm caught up the creek without a paddle. [Silence, then a little crackle in the microphone.] ...This book will do, ya know!

[What follows is a very loud splash, as Patty dunks the journal into the water to try and paddle her way to shore. This... may take a while.]

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...washtubs.

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[... Did she just hear a voice over the roar of the ocean? She stops paddling, still holding the book just above the water in one hand.]

Hellooo?

[...oh.] I wasn't aware that I had turned the voice function on.

[Though perhaps it was good that he had, considering what she had been using the book for.]

[What. What is that? She glances around, but the ocean seems to be deserted.]

Ooohhh?~ Are the sirens hoping to lure me to my doom? You'll have to try harder than that to trick Patty! [Because it's kind of an aluring voice, but it fails at seducing. ... Maybe if the sirens tried to sing...]

...no, I'm not.

[Honestly, what?]

Then, what are you planning? I should warn you, I'm not afraid to attack, ya know. [Even if she... can't see her target.]

You assume that I am planning something.

[She quirks an eyebrow, casts another glance out over the vast ocean, leans over the edge of the tub to see if there's something swimming underneath it, and finally glances up at the sky.]

... Then, are you my guardian angel?

["Guardian angel"... He thinks of the irony, but doesn't vocalize it.]

...I'm merely speaking with you through the journal.

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Jour... nal...? [She peeks down at the book she's still holding just above the water, then pulls it back inside the tub to examine it.]

This thing?

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