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[Waking up unceremoniously in Luceti with no idea of where she is and what she is doing there is of course a disorienting experience. Anya finds herself out on the beach, lying prone on the sand. It could be Sunnydale, except the area she's been deposited in doesn't have much surrounding it besides sand and blue skies.

Her back hurts, and by the time she sits herself up and reaches back there...] Wings? Is this a joke?

[Some more time passes with her half-ranting to herself, trying to get oriented and squinting at the placement of the sun. She almost misses the fact that the journal is there completely, save when she finally starts to walk and nearly trips over the thing, half buried in the sand.]

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- Ow! I have sand in places that I don't want to think about, there's no sign of anyone - what is this, a book? I don't even get a pair of shoes, or even suntan lotion, I just get a lousy book? [She turns the journal over in her hands, pages rustling, her image still not visible, though there's the sound of the ocean's waves in the background.] ... my name is on this book. This just entered a new level of creepy.

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[ it shouldn't surprise her. not any more, at least. not when dead people roll into town. or -- from the sounds of it -- the shore just a little ways beyond the town.

and here she is. surprised. shocked, even. ]

I can't really promise it'll get better, but the book is important. [Pepper keeps her tone even, sympathetic in the face of the woman's frustration. So it's that season again.]

You mentioned sand. Are you out on the beach?

[Well what do you know. Rock Lee has chosen this area to do one of his daily jogs at an oddly incredible speed. But once he catches a New Feather dress out of the corner of his eye, he veers and hurries over at a less blur-like pace, skidding to a stop several feed from her.]

Excuse me, Miss! Are you new here?

Just wait until you find out that it goes even further beyond just the name on the book. They're practically stalkers.

[ Yet she says fairly calmly. All things considered. ]

Yeah, the Malnosso tend not to leave you with much. [ She sighs and shakes her head. Yet another newbie? Eh. She'll guide this one through. ] You're in Luceti. This book is actually used to communicate others through text, video and sound.

But you didn't bother sharing said name.

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