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monkey-age.livejournal.com[Here, Paradisa. Have a rather puzzled monkey-boy poking his head around a corner somewhere in the castle. He's not sure where he is, or how he got there, but he sure knows where he isn't. He's not on Oron, and he's not on the Argonaut. To Age, that means that wherever he is, it isn't Home. He runs up and down the hallway, feeling the floor beneath his feet. "Definitely not the Argonaut..." he thinks to himself. Nearby, a journal with his name printed on it lays open. Struck by the mysterious appearance of the alien device, Age picks it up, and sniffs it. He doesn't recognize the smell, but it doesn't look dangerous. Not knowing what else to do, Age shouts, he's looking for a specific someone who's decidedly not here, but he doesn't know that yet.]
[If you're pretty much anywhere in the castle, you'll likely hear Age like he's standing right next to you, shouting in your ear. When he doesn't feel Dhianeila's familiar telepathic voice reply to him, Age sits down. Wherever she is, he's gonna wait for her.]
[If you're pretty much anywhere in the castle, you'll likely hear Age like he's standing right next to you, shouting in your ear. When he doesn't feel Dhianeila's familiar telepathic voice reply to him, Age sits down. Wherever she is, he's gonna wait for her.]
