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[The voice the comes on is panicked - and the video feed is also upside down. It looks like it's been set on a dresser, or perhaps the bed.

Well. 'Flung in a bout of hysteria' might be a better description. There is a young girl that is shown pacing back and forth, wringing her hands and mumbling to herself.]

Oh, no. Oh nononono, oh no - Flynn? Flynn, where'd you go? You can't be far, can you? We had a deal - he wouldn't just leave, right?

[There's a pause as Rapunzel shakes her head, mass of hair behind her. She peeks out the door then ducks back inside, resuming her pacing.]

This is good, though, right? Yes!, this is good! I'm free, I did it! [She looks excited, her face brightens and her eyes sparkle and her tone turns chipper and excited, but then she taps her chin, looking worried.] But...where's Flynn, we don't have much time, Mother will be back in three days--

[Cue panic session number 38784.]

Oh, I need to go back, I have to go back, Mother is going to kill me...

[The view stops and she picks the device up, and you get a closeup of Rapunzel's eyeball.]

This is a funny little thing...What's it do?

[Deeeeep breath, device is set back down.]

Okay, okay. Calm down, Rapunzel. Everything's going to be fine. Just...stop panicking, okay? Stop panicking. You're free, you did it -

But...where am I?! This is a little scary, just a bt...

[She goes back to pacing. Also, hair. EVERYWHERE.]

I have to get back, I—I’m a horrible daughter! Just...a terrible person, this is going to crush her, I can't believe I did this - this is all my fault!

[She flops on her bed, moaning into her pillow.]

Where am I?!

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[Wow. That's a lot of hair.]

Have you ever thought about getting a haircut?

Eee!

[There's a thump, then a panicked eyeball.]

Who's there? Who is it?!

[...CUT HER HAIR?! sdklfjskldjf brb brandishing frying pan]

N-no!

[Snerk]

Just follow the sound of my voice.

Really? I can't imagine that being comfortable. Or practical. Or smart.

[And she does, slowly edging her way back towards the book she'd flung.]

It's actually a lot more useful than you'd think...!

[She perks a little, then picks up the book. Aha!]

It's a magic book--!

I'll take your word for it.

[Oh good she found it.]

Sure, I guess you could call it that.

[What else would you call it?]

A magic book that can talk.

[She shakes it a little.]

Where am I?

[He wonders if he should just let her think it is the book that's talking to her. As funny as that is though, he decides against it. Poor girl sounds like she's going through enough.]

It's not the book talking. Give me a moment.

[Alright he knows this thing can show pictures,now how does he do it? After some fiddling around it finally changes to video. There we go!]

This handsome man is the one who's talking.

[Hawke gives her a grin.]

There should be a note in your journal telling you what's going on.

[Oh! Well. Look at that.]

A note?

[She hadn't done a lot of examining.]

Okay - just...just a second.

[Her image disappears as she flips through to find it.

Cue panic attack in 3...2...--]

An ontological cataclysm?!

I wouldn't believe everything they tell you. The people I know are too stubborn to simply be destroyed by something that mundane.

[It's suddenly dawning on her that she's...talking to another person. Somehow, she's still not sure on how this book works - but it's another person.

A person besides her mother and now Flynn. A real, live, person.

Her eyes widen and she chews a little on her lower lip.]

You think they're lying to us? This little note isn't true?

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[Nieta is trying really hard not to laugh.

It's not working very well.]

Are you okay?

[Another voice D: D: D:]

Oh, I--well.

Yes! I'm fine, just fine, but--

No. Not really.

How can I help?

How...do you know how I got here?

Because I really need to go back.

Sorry. Lord Deior is the person who revives people here. I am not part of... That's not my job. I don't know much about it. But you will go home! We all will.

[Lucas most definitely does not have his bearings on this place yet. But he wants to learn as much as he can about this nifty journal thing, and that's when he sees Rapunzel's entry as he flips through. And she does not look in a very good state.

Cue concerned stranger.]

Ummmm, hey. Are you...are you okay?

[It's talking again! But by this time she's chatted with Garrett and has calmed down a little.]

Yes, I think...I think I am now. Before, no. Not at all.

I'm still la little freaked out, here.

Yeah, I, um...I know what you mean.

[At least she didn't run out of her room helter-skelter like a certain someone did.]

If, uh, if it makes you feel any better, I think everyone's still pretty confused about all this. I mean, no I've talked to knows why we're here.

[Sniff.]

There's a...a note in your book. In the front.

[D:]

I-I know. But it still doesn't make a whole lot of sense.

[At least, Lucas is having a hard time taking it all in.]

Um, d'you...need anything?

[No. No it doesn't.]

I-I don't think so.

Thank you, though.

[Another sniff.]

...What's your name?

[He beams. He maybe helped! ...A little!]

You're welcome! I'm Lucas. What about you? What's your name?

I'm Rapunzel. It's nice to meet you, Lucas.

Nice to meet you, t--

[Wait, what?]

Um...you're name's Rapunzel...?

[And with that hair...]

Like, um, from the fairy tale?

Fairy tale?

[Meh?]

Me? Oh no...no! I was named after a flower-!

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