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[Not too long ago, he'd finally regained consciousness. As to from what, well. He hadn't reached that conclusion yet. No, more likely he was concerned with further pressing matters, such as where he was and who/what he was dealing with. The typical situational assessment. When he'd woken up to an empty room without so much as a mark (asides from the risidual aftermath on the cruise liner run-- a few red splotches on the collar and his hands where he'd taken hold of Liu's sleeve, by what seemed only moments before), he managed to reach the conclusion that his life wasn't in any immediate danger. Warily, he'd gotten up and about to scanning the nearby areas in the castle. The architecture wasn't familiar at all, a great contrast from the initial cramped industrialized areas under Dragon Head's watch. He'd jumped to the conclusion that it was largely European, not that he'd had an eye for such things. But it was the only possible explainable alternative. Which meant that this could have ties to some people he really didn't get involved with anymore. Not that he had in the first place, which had caused the whole mess with probably pissing off his boss and leading to several more acts of unpleasantness. It couldn't be a prisoner situation, and if they were looking for compensation, they were horrible at keeping their captives in one place. This seemed like a seperate ordeal entirely.

JJ had managed to avoid running into people so far. When he heard someone come up one hallway, he'd go down another. This really wasn't helping to keep a mental map, but he had a good sense of direction initially, so he'd be able to...

Purple eyes settled on an oddly familiar black leather cover sitting right in the middle of the floor. Hadn't he passed that same journal just before? Or, it looked like something he might have seen where he'd first woken up in that empty room. Taking exaggerated care to walk around the object, he continued on his way, only to run across a similarly displayed journal a moment later. Frowning, JJ gave a cautionary glance around. Did people ususally leave these out in the open like this? He knelt down briefly to inspect it. The cover appeared to be blank. Unless someone was following him and meant for him to find it..? At that, JJ went back into a standing position, journal in hand and giving a cautious glance over his shoulder. Once he figured he was alone, he stood off to the side and opened the journal. A plethora of different writing styles littered the pages that the journal fell open to. In no way did any of the writing seem relevant to what might be going on partaining to him, whatsoever. It seemed more like menial chatting. Had the journal been passed around..? The man's muttered tone held a hint of confusion as he thought out loud. ] ... Just what was the point of..? [His expression fell blank as the unfinished sentence filled itself out on the page, an audible sound of mixed discomfort and realization following. This was  a joke, right? He tilted the journal in hand, flipping through pages and inspecting it for some sort of rediculous recording device that would allow for such an anomaly. Hopefully the recording wasn't being transmitted elsewhere..?]

[[ooc: action&&dictation, at this point. am i doin dis rite.;; ]]