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『 Hey hey hey, iiit's Leia...! Sorry I missed you, but I'm pretty tied up at the moment--probably chasing my next story. Leave me a message and I'll call you back as soon as I can. Thanks! 』 [ beeeep— ]

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[cardboard_journalism]

Hi, Leia... likewise.

Kaaaahk... among other things... kahk-kahk-kahk-kahk.

You keep track of anything that went on? I've saved space on the front page for it... above-the-fold, even.

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[journaler]

[She laughs a little.]

It's hard not to pay attention when everything's staring you in the face. That blizzard was crazier than anything I've ever seen, even in the Mon Highlands and Kanbalar... and then there was the killer sleigh, plus the monsters crawling all over the mall, for those that made it there.

[journaler]

It's a lot to write about, but I've got you covered. What time do you think I should meet you there?

[cardboard_journalism]

Mon Highlands and... those're places from where you're from? Kahk-kahk...

It's a New Year's party, so around 10:00 pm should be fine. I'm thinking people will probably let down their guard a little, so don't be afraid to bring a notepad if you hear any interesting stray comment.

I'm planning on putting the paper to bed tomorrow, then January 3rd will be our first printing. Make sure you get your content to me by midnight.

[journaler]

That's perfect! Ten PM gives me even more time than I thought... [She taps her pen (which of course she'd been holding) to her chin, trailing off as she ponders.] I'll definitely look for you.

[...]

--Oh, and yeah! Sorry. The Mon Highlands and Kanbalar are part of Rieze Maxia. They're so used to the snow there they probably don't even feel it.

[cardboard_journalism]

I remember you mentioned that! Sounds like you did a fair amount of traveling. Sss, sss, sss.

Where I'm from, we never get, like... any snow. Period.

[journaler]

Really? That's a shame, 'cause it's actually really pretty. I mean, when stuff isn't trying to kill you and all...

[She trails off there, though. She'd rather not talk about the snowpocalypse. So ANYWAY...]

Are you from earth?

[cardboard_journalism]

Huh?!

[WAS THIS A BULLYING QUESTION, like "what planet are you on, box girl?" --oh wait, no, she was genuinely asking her what planet she was from] [she still had to get used to that being a thing]

That is... yes! I believe that's what we called it. Sss, sss, sss.

[journaler]

[YEP, that's a thing. Leia is a bit surprised at the uncertainty, admittedly, since... well, most people know what their planet is called. ("I believe...) But hey--it's pretty clear she caught her off-guard with that question.

She can't complain about that. It's a good skill to have.]

Thought so. It seems like a lot of people are.

[cardboard_journalism]

Well, of course! Not everyone can be a fish-man from the planet Fish after all...

...though, wait a sec.

[cardboard_journalism]

That means...

...you aren't? Kahk-kahk-kahk...

[journaler]

Not exactly. [She laughs a bit.] Rieze Maxia is a world all its own. In fact, so is Elympios, where I used to work.

I'm still human, though. So don't worry, I won't eat you.

[Her tone is teasing.]

[cardboard_journalism]

Kaaaahk! I'll keep it in mind.

... [unless Leia was a body snatcher...!]

...

[maybe she's save that accusation for a slow news day]

Well, it's good to know wherever humans end up, they still seek out the free press for their information. Like... now, in fact! Sss, sss, sss.

[journaler]

[MYRIAM NO...

At least she won't really have to worry about that, since there always seems to be something to write about. She gives a nod, scratching at the back of her neck sheepishly.]

Information is important, after all. Make it convenient and it'll work every time.

[cardboard_journalism]

I've been wondering... You break any interesting stories in your time there? Any hot scoops? Sss, sss, sss.

[journaler]

You mean back home? Sure.

[Though she's not sure how much of the Rieze Maxian and Elympion political struggle would be relevant to her...]

I had to prove to my boss that I could find stories like that on my own.

[cardboard_journalism]

Of course!

Sounds reasonable. A reporter's journalistic instincts should be able to detect a scoop forming from a mile away...

Or at least ten-feet. Then you can work your way up to that far. Sss, sss, sss!

[journaler]

Yeah. [That makes Leia laugh.] Well, he told me I had potential--and how great it was that I was willing to do the legwork.

[She had to hear it secondhand from Ludger and Alvin but details...]

[cardboard_journalism]

Legwork is a hard part of the job, yeah...

[especially when you're prone to tripping over your box]

How far out were you usually sent?