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[lastkuruta.livejournal.com]

Seven hours have passed without experiencing those disturbing laughter intervals, perhaps I am finally cured. Though... The past days have been fiendish. For some reason, the narcolepsy always affects me when I am at the Galley. During breakfast, lunch, and dinner... It's so embarrassing. Last night, I was having dinner while Kenshin tried to help Chacha eat the soup. He picked the spoon, and the next thing I knew, my face was in the meal. When I awakened, I saw Gin snickering something about bork and schnipp.

Coincidentally, last Sunday our team was awarded shampoo and doubloons, which has been incredibly useful. My hair was starting to resemble a nest. I was also given eight doubloons and some of my original clothes. I dare not ask how the Island managed to obtain them. I needed new clothes, my blue tunic was partially gnawed on by a ferocious badger.

New residents have arrived, Stiltzkin, Miss Kyoko and another adolescent, but he has not interacted much. I suppose he is still somewhere in the forest, wearing a dress. Chacha is very amused with Stiltzkin and 'Bo', she has attempted to hug them mercilessly. As much as her perception allowed her to, though.
Miss Kirkyuu's condition remains without change, at least she no longer complains of the nocturnal laughter. She even stated I snore, which is completely untrue. It must have been Captain Ironfoundersson or Potato.

Regarding Watanuki... He has recovered completely. Except for the fact he seems to have obtained some courage. Perhaps it is a temporary symptom.

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[1betterthanyou2.livejournal.com]

So after being dive-bombed by a pelican, having half my things stolen by a mob of monkeys Kyouya's going to kill me; most of those hair clips were Club property, and my dress torn up by whatever those things were, I think it's time to admit that this probably isn't a dream. And if it is, I need to congratulate myself on being so convincing.

Since I've come to terms with reality, would anyone mind telling me how to get away from the deer-things at the bottom of this tree, before they find a way to come up here and eat me?