[WEEK 2, FRIDAY POST-INVESTIGATION: Akira]

[spinatalltale]

[for Akira, it's probably no surprise that Magilou goes immediately for her book once the death announcement is made and the crowd disburses. she immediately makes her way towards the jungle, journal flipped open to a blank page as she chews on the end of her quill. it isn't until she happens to look up to make sure she isn't about to run into anything that she notices him]

[and she stops in her tracks]

. . .

[she isn't saying anything because she hasn't forgotten that judging look]

Comments

[spinatalltale]

Oh, drat. There goes my plan to make myself the island gossip.

[she also does not sound too fussed, either]

[jokered]

You'll have to find a new castaway career.

[spinatalltale]

What aboooout. . . professional coconut juggler??

[that's not a career]

[jokered]

A tropical circus clown.

[spinatalltale]

No, no!

Tropical circus jester.

[jokered]

Right. My bad.

[spinatalltale]

Speaking of jesters, I hear the man with the dog is about to take up a new career as one himself. I absolutely have to see this for myself, so--

[the man with the dog is going to be a running joke]

[jokered]

[it already is, honestly.]

Go, go. Catch the man and his dog before it's too late.

[in the end... it's kind of endearing, honestly.]

[spinatalltale]

[SHE'S GONNA RUN THE JOKE INTO THE GROUND]

He~y, maybe one day I'll actually ask you to come see the man with me.

[WHAT MAN MAGILOU?? she bends down to pick up her book, tucking it underneath her arm]

Don't stay up too late, Newt. Big day tomorrow.

[jokered]

[he's just shooing her along, it's fine. go, magilou, go.]

[spinatalltale]

[aaaand away she goes!!]

[though not without kicking some oasis water at him as she does so, Mags that's gross the oasis is TAINTED]