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No this has nothing to do with Negima

[Gakupriest is out and about with a few books to keep him company. No surprise there. But upon opening one of them, he stops in his tracks, confused.]

...This book has no print.

((OOC: Mind reading journal! The holder will see the thoughts of people nearby.))

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...?

[DIAL TONE]

[Bikini armor babe = attention stealer.] Ah, hello.

... mm. It's blank?

[a remarkably forthright '?']

[Glances back down] ...Almost. I didn't notice that question mark before.

... or you doodled on it.

['Or he doodled on it.']

I don't have anything to doodle wi--is the book repeating you?

[blinks at it]

['That's ridiculous.']

... ah.

--! How's it doing that...?

[frowns sharply, and the start of the line 'What if it can--' fades into nothingness halfway through]

... may I... take a look?

Sure. [Offers it over.]

[hides the pages from view for a moment, staring very deliberately at it, brow creasing]

[And now it begins writing, "It's getting cold out, how is she still wearing that? Not that I'm complaining about the view."]

... ... it's habit. Please clear your mind a moment.

Ah--s-sorry... [That's a little difficult. Now it's just reciting lorem ipsum.]

[frowns again... then suddenly, hands it back, attention still focused.]

You need to hold it for it to work properly.

[--but there's already a faint sketch of a full-page illustration, a checkerboard landscape of bizarre architecture. It's slowly filling in with shading.]

[Takes it back, attention immediately grabbed by the illustration.]

What's this?

[frowns, her answer a little far off as she tries to mentally paint]

... home.

Oh...

[He keeps quiet, watching it come into existence with keen interest.]

[... it looks kind of bleak, like there's not enough colour, and rather empty; no people. It's a while before she speaks, the picture now clear]

... ... can you rip the page off?

[He's a bit surprised a place like this could be called "home", for all the reasons listed above. But...home could be all sorts of places, he supposed, and anyone could get homesick. So he complies, carefully tearing the page out.]