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Dan Dreiberg aka Night Owl II (niteowlish) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,

It was amazing how Ted threw his whole body into a single nod. Dan was glad he was standing a few feet away, otherwise he wasn't entirely sure Ted wouldn't have accidentally head butted him. Dan simply blinked at the November Rain comment, not entirely sure what Ted was referring to. Though the mention of Madonna did get a small bit of recognition. As much as Dan seemed to live under a rock when it came to pop icons he hadn't been able to escape the impact of Madonna. He still didn't quite understand what Ted meant though. "Songs?" Dan guessed, looking slightly lost.

Dan was also going through his box in the light from the open doors, trying to see if maybe he'd missed something when he'd looked in the forest. He started writing down some personal notes, half listening to what Ted was saying when his Whoa! caused him to look up at his companion. Ted hurried over and showed him his journal. Dan's brows furrowed as he took the journal and then flipped through it. It did look like several people had already written in it. On the last page he saw his own notes. Notes he'd just written.

He moved over to a pew, setting down his box and flipping to the beginning of his journal instead of the random page he'd started writing on. His too had the same writing. He looked up at Ted. "They're connected somehow. You can see what I write and..." He pointed to an entry in what sounded like Ted's voice. "I can see what you write."

He sighed, his brow furrowed in concentration as he tried to work out how that was possible. He sat on the pew and started flipping through his journal. "Do you think these are other people here? Like us?"