Oswin Log: the Solo Experience. Foreign undocumented planet? Check. Cute, optimistic adventurer? Check. Ominous overarching plot? Check and mate. Don't see any sign of the Alaska, but that's all right. The muppety man explained enough to know that we're not in my universe. I imagine it'd be very surprising to see a starship out here in the middle earths. Really inconvenient of him, I hope no one misses me, except for maybe that rapscallion captain. [muses] [deep breath] You wanted an adventure, Clara, you got one. If you could see me now, mum, you'd be colored impressed. I guarantee. Our little muppety guide made the first step simple. Find the group, find the map. How hard could it be?
Oswin Log: Day Four. A bright eyes, an angel, invisible midget, princess, and a stoic badass. Plenty of slimy muppets to go around. Very charming group, the ones with the map. I think bright eyes and the angel might be swingers. A girl can dream, anyway. Foreigners, like me, but from I've yet to figure out where. Well, other than the obvious American of them. [hums] We'll be setting out tomorrow back into the forest. I plan on doing some shopping tomorrow, but I fear that the grumpy villagers won't be taking my credit. There's only so much that can be done about that. Oswald out.
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