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[At first, there is no sound; there is only the image of Xanth's forearm. Lines of letters curl around his fingers, twist around his hand, and spiral onto his arm. The ink, jet black, is stark against his pale skin.]

Th-this-- it means I-I've been-- t-too quiet, right? I-It... it wants me to-- t-to say... s-something.

[It's been a while since he's checked in, made sure people knew he hadn't vanished, but there is nothing to say.

The feed remains set on Xanth's arm.]

I'm... o-okay. I'm s--still here.

A-Are... are you guys... o-okay, too?

[He heard that crack some days ago. No one has called for help on the journals, so no one was hurt in the expedition that came after, and no one had been hurt during the initial bang.

Or so he hopes.]

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It-- i-it's not-- that simple.

[Xanth frowns down at his arm, despite the fact that the ink is so easily washing away.]

I-I, I-- I tried this, before I... w-went to the journal. I-It... didn't work. N-Now, it does.

It's... w-weird.

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So what? The journal gets lonely, and doodles on your arm til you write something?

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I--I don't know. I-It's-- it's some kind a-alert, I-I think, that-- th-that you're supposed to... t-to talk. Or write. O-Or something.

The-- the place I was in b-before, it, it had something like this, b-but that just... spat water a--at you.

[The last of the ink washes away and Xanth turns the shower off. Then, he goes for a towel from his closet and begins to dry off.]