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Library [25/01]

Karal was late, and he bolted into the library from the stable, robes flying and dusty. He skittered to a stop behind the counter, got everything ready, then opened the library.

That done, he settled behind the counter and started checking in books. Why yes, he was trying to pretend he'd been completely on time.

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Altra had destroyed the feather duster in a sudden fit of shelf-leaping feline-osity.

There were bits of fluff and feather everywhere, which Karal was cleaning up.

Altra, looking supremely unconcerned, was sitting on top of the periodicals shelf, cleaning his whiskers.

Edited 2008-01-25 11:33 (UTC)

Evey had had a particularly bad week, really. She was more than a little used to insanity by now, but it didn't mean that she wasn't likely to seek comfort and distraction where she could.

So she meandered down to the library to find something to read -- something on the ban lists at home, maybe, that she'd never even touched.

Of course, having seen the state the room was currently in, there was already a smile tugging at her lips as she peeked in the doorway. "I could come back later, if you're very busy with your feathers."

Karal groaned and put one hand over his face, laughing quietly.

Which of course transfered some pink feather fluff to his hair. "Altra decided today was a good day for him to practice being a cat."

Altra twitched his whiskers at Evey from the top of his shelf and didn't say anything.

"'lo, Altra," she said, smiling up at him. "Karal, you've got a bit of stuff in your hair, now. And really, perhaps he was protecting you from the...feathery exploded thing. Most cats seem to think it's their duty to destroy belongings. Or so I've observed."

He sighed and plucked it out, dropping it into the pile on his floor. "It was a feather duster. I don't know what got into him. Firecats," he glanced at Altra, who just looked smug, "don't usually do things like that." He shook his head. "Are you well, Evey?"

She shrugged. "It's been...well, it's been a long week. I'm fine as can be, I suppose. Did anything odd happen to you last weekend?"

Karal's smile faded. "It did, yes," he said, moving to stand closer to her. "To you as well?"

She nodded. "I'm still not sure how, though."

"How I don't know, but it's called Fandom Weirdness," which he knew was a singularly unhelpful description. "Things simply happen here, there's no rhyme nor reason to it. Not long after I arrived, I awoke in someone else's body, and they were in mine." He smiled encouragingly. "They always seem to right themselves, though."

"Not always," she said with a little smile. "I've found a couple of strange bits about this place that won't be changing any time soon, I think."

"You have?" he asked curiously. "May I ask what they are?"

"I look exactly like Luke Skywalker's mother," she said simply.

Karal's eyes went wide. "Oh," was his very articulate reply. "That's-- Glory."

"Yeah. That's who I was last weekend," she said, nodding. "She was a little different -- hair was darker, and longer, and she talked like an American. But yeah. Professor Skywalker told me. Does this happen often? This looking like other people thing?"

"You talked to Professor Skywalker." Bright flame. "It, I don't think it happens very often. Was he all right?"

"No," she said, shaking her head. "I mean yes? I mean...he was very different this weekend, when I was her? Which is why I had to ask. I've not talked to Luke yet, but he knows. They both said I looked like someone they know. Luke's little robot friend thing thought I was her. But I had no idea it was his mother. This place is insanity incarnate."

"Now that," Karal said with heartfelt agreement, "is absolutely true." He studied her for a moment. "Are you all right?"

Evey shrugged. "It's just so odd. I'm bewildered more than anything. And you? Are you all right after whatever happened last weekend?"

"For the most part, yes," he said, lifting one shoulder. "I'm simply pleased that it has passed."

"Did you turn into anyone's father?" she asked wryly.

"Thankfully, no. I was spared that. I turned into a knight. Sword, bow, skilled at riding and slaughter," he said neutrally. "I did find a naked bard in the woods, though."

Evey hid a smile. "Did you have armor? And was it shiny?"

"I had armour and chainmail and more weapons than any one person should every need." He gave her a rueful smile. "And a beard like a thicket."

"That sounds...very itchy," Evey said, wincing. "If it's any comfort at all, I'm almost positive there was a way to turn lights on in the dress I was wearing. It was a bit complicated."

She shook her head, smiling now. "And I was 'kidnapped' by some idiot clearly off his trolley. But at least there weren't any bards going starkers. He must've been very cold when you found him."

"You were kidnapped?" he asked, staring at her. "That's...I think I will not complain any more about my weekend." Karal nodded decisively. "And he very cold, freezing in fact. I gave him my shirt and made a fire, which helped some."

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