Edgar Figaro

[His voice is muffled at first, as though the journal is off to the side, closed. It doesn’t help that he’s muttering to himself, since there’s no one else around.]

Where am I? Last thing I remember was fighting Kefka, and there was a flash of light... I think we beat him.

[There’s a pause as he looks around, and suddenly the sound can be heard much clearer, as if he just opened the journal.]

Ah. Well this is familiar.

[Another slight pause, and then a sigh.]

Sure enough, wings. Hello again, Luceti. Does anyone know how much time has passed here since I left? Terra, Celes, Locke, are any of you listening to this? I’m not sure exactly where I am, but I can describe the area.

Things are kind of hazy... wish I had a better idea of where this was.

[The first thing that's heard from Celes' room is a thud. Of course, that's to be expected when suddenly someone who is asleep switches bodies with someone's who's standing up and in the middle of getting dressed. The impact, though, is enough to snap Edgar awake, leaving him... rather confused. He recognizes this place; this is Celes' room. But how did he get here? And what is he wearing? And wha-

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... awkward. Someone's just caught sight of himself in the mirror. From there he goes over to the journal, and is a bit startled as he begins his voice post, as he's not accustomed to Celes' voice coming from his mouth, even if it's technically her mouth, too. He does at least have the decency to make sure the icon is well covered, though he's too startled for the moment to finish getting dressed.]

Wh-what's going on here?