Library, Tuesday

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Anemone was, for once, early for her library shift instead of dashing in at the last possible second. She could claim it was because she was now a high school graduate and was being responsible and such, but the truth was she'd been woken up by the Alots roaming the yard of the dorm, and had just followed them around for a bit before deciding to try and coax a few up to the library with her.

Right now she was happily curled up atop a pile of two or three Alots, watching some kittens stalk the sentient dust bunnies, before she had to head off to act as the assistant for Master Skywalker's class.

Maybe Mr. DeTamble would let her keep the kittens, to patrol Special Collections...



[OOC: The Alots ate my OCD!...someone draw me a picture of Alot of kitties, plz.]