Library [Saturday]

[imac-kenzie.livejournal.com]

Mac was settled behind the front desk all day.

There wasn't much real work to be done, so she was perusing webcomics.

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Re: Afternoon:

[imac-kenzie.livejournal.com]

Mac had stopped leaning on the counter mid-way through that little spiel, and was instead eyeing it warily.

"You know, that kind of reminds me of when all the furniture came to life, or the washing machine rebellion, or the books," she said. "You're right, they do have a surprising memory. Especially around here." She just usually didn't think of it that way.

Re: Afternoon:

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

He couldn't help the mildly Wicked grin at her wary eyes.

"It's still a counter."

He blinked, though.

"The furniture came to life?"

HA!

"And the washing ticktocks rebelled? I'm utterly not surprised."

Re: Afternoon:

[imac-kenzie.livejournal.com]

"Mmm." Mac pulled a face. "Kept holding clothes hostage and leaving people naked in hallways." She decided not to mention her own issues with that.

"Not a good time," she summarised.

Re: Afternoon:

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

"Which is why I'll never use the things."

Re: Afternoon:

[imac-kenzie.livejournal.com]

"That was a while ago," Mac promised him. "Hasn't happened in at least a year... probably more like a year and a half. You'll be fine."

Re: Afternoon:

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

He shook his head.

"I didn't like them even before I heard about them rebelling. While ticktocks make sense for some things, the idea of one washing my clothes is not something I particularly like."

Re: Afternoon:

[imac-kenzie.livejournal.com]

"Ticktocks?" Mac asked with a curious furrow of her brows. "That's one I haven't heard before."

Re: Afternoon:

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

"Machines," he corrected. "That's generally what they're called at home."

Re: Afternoon:

[imac-kenzie.livejournal.com]

"Huh." Mac nodded. "Where is it you're from?" she asked.

Re: Afternoon:

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

"Oz."

He didn't sound all that enthused. Propaganda aside, it wasn't all that wonderful. Well, not his little corner of it. Or the Emerald City. Munchkinland hadn't sounded too pleasant either. And Quadling Country hadn't been anything to call home about for years.

Er.

"Not Earth."