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Library, Saturday

Ahsoka hadn't needed the radio to know something was up. The Force hung heavy and foreboding, and itched in her teeth and montrals, again. She was just glad that she wasn't having those kind of dreams this time. Yet.

She distracted herself by reordering the books, and refilling the caf.

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In case you want to renew or library books during a bde or something like that.

Remember to make your SAN checks regularly.

The doors of Special Collections open to a void-- at least, that is what it seems like before your eyes adjust. A million small lights sparkle all around you in this world that seems to know no gravity. Distant nebulas of explosive color drift past in the background.

To your left is a small but heavy stone door, floating in space. It seems impenetrable, locked and unusable.

Perhaps there is some other way to find where you want to go... especially if you can read the stars.

Grumpy Togruta is grumpy.

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Edited 2017-12-16 08:43 (UTC)

Peridot and Pumpkin were both in the library today, dutifully scouring the stacks for anything that might possibly be useful.

Well. Peridot was scouring the stacks. Pumpkin was chewing on her own tail... vine... thing. As you do.

Constantine stood at the entrance to Special Collections, shaking his head. "Well now, this is a new configuration for you. Normally you at least pretend to be a library." There was no answer from the void, not that he was expecting one. If there'd been one...well, it wouldn't have been unexpected, given the circumstances, but it definitely would have been worrisome.

Astronomy had never been Constantine's strong suit in school, mostly because he was a high school dropout. Being able to read them for divination purposes, however? Well, he was no Xanadu or Rose, but he could get on well enough at recognizing the major ones, and going from there.

With a glance at Aphra's notes he set off confidently, striding across star fields, appearing utterly unconcerned that there was nothing under his feet. These were the rules of magic, not science. And magic would do what he damn well wanted it to do.

He turned right at Cassiopeia and--

"Well now, what have we got here?"

On a pedestal sat a small, tattered, unassuming little book. More of a pamphlet, really, and Constantine carefully lifted it from its rest, mindful not to damage it as he cracked the covers open.

"Not much to you, is there, old girl?" he murmured, flipping through the thin volume. "'December 1768,' no wonder you're in rough shape, and look at that..." John poked at the spine a bit, and the few tattered, tell-tale bits of remaining paper. "Someone's gone and ripped a page out of you, too."

"Now, what have you got left in here, eh? 'Ritual that Desummoneth?' The fuck kind of word is 'desummoneth?'"

Place upon each corner the following items:

A single fork, of no great heritage;
A pumpkin, shining in its simplicity;
A daisy;
A writing implement containing no frills;
A strand of brown hair.

Then chant these words aloud:
Begone, foul thing--
Begone, foul thing--
We find you loathsome, revolting, and quite smelly;
Your tendrils strike us as outrageous.
Catapultam, turpi ilud!

"Your author's latin is shite, and their spells structure is even worse," he informed the book, slipping it into his inner suit pocket. "But you're the best lead we've got, and I've tried stupider. Let's go talk to the others."

"It's entirely possible I'm wrong," Jenkins said. "But I'm reasonably certain I've never seen anything like that thing before."

Who needed tact? Not a half-empty immortal, certainly.

"Are we certain it's not in league with the slugs?"

There was a long pause as Peridot squinted up at Jenkins.

"There are slugs?"

Look, Peridot had just gotten wind of there being something going on, and she had been planning on spending her time in the library anyway, as it was a quiet and productive place to be. Nobody had told her about slugs.

Pumpkin, meanwhile, looked up at Jenkins in confusion. He didn't know her? She knew him!

Jenkins was not about to turn down an opportunity to explore the especially magic section of this particular library. Professional curiosity, if nothing else.

He had actually been quite adept at celestial navigation in his day, though he was terribly out of practice. He mostly used the stars these days for astrological purposes, rather than astronomical. Still, he felt perfectly capable of finding his way around.

Ah, Virgo! He'd always felt a particular affinity for that one in his youth. Perhaps he'd explore that way. . . .

"Quite a few," Jenkins said. "Though I suppose as . . . some sort of goblin? You wouldn't necessarily have noticed."

Yip. Yip.

A strange noise permeated the area of Special Collections Jenkins had wandered into. A yipping, like some small mammal demanding attention.

Multiple small mammals.

But there was nothing in sight just yet.

Peridot was quiet for a long moment.

"As a Gem," she said, finally, squinting at him. "Are you another Jenkins?"

Did humans actually have more than one of each type and they'd been pulling her leg this whole entire time?

"Hm," Jenkins mused. "Not necessarily related to our present situation, but interesting nonetheless." He kept going towards the sound, peering around as best he could in the dark.

"I am. You're familiar with multi-universal theory?"

Peridot paused, and then nodded, slowly.

"Sort of," she allowed. "My Earth isn't the same Earth as this Earth. That's about the extent of my experience with it."

She'd kind of just assumed that there were two of him. Maybe more. Maybe they really did grow people in the ground here and there was some big human conspiracy to throw the Gem off the trail of their Kindergarten completely.

Really, how could she ever know for sure? Just wait until she met a set of identical twins.

"Close enough," Jenkins decided. "I'm from a version of Fandom much different from this one. My compatriots and I have come to save your world."

She would have so many 'I KNEW IT's and 'I WAS RIGHT ALL ALONG's right up until somebody explained twins to her, yes.

Peridot's mouth formed a little o-shape.

"Oooooh." She blinked. "From the slugs?"

"Squishy things," Jenkins said. "Quite distasteful."

That wasn't what she'd asked, Jenkins.

"But no, actually. The cult that they came with."

"Ooooh," Peridot said, as though that explained everything. Then, "What's a cult?"

Honestly, half the people back where Jenkins came from asked that question on a regular basis. "A group of humans obsessed about some sort of person or objective," he said. "Frequently religious. They're extremely dangerous."

"Hence the world-saving," Peridot noted, and then nodded again.

That made much more sense.

"Well, Pumpkin isn't with them, she's with me. And she isn't a slug. She's a," she waved at the little gourd dog, "pumpkin."

Really, everyone should have one.

"A pumpkin," said Jenkins. "Ah yes, of course! . . . I could have sworn they were inanimate."

"Apparently they usually are," Peridot replied, shrugging, "but I've heard the same thing said around here about Gems, so I'm not so sure."

"There are apparently rock elementals under the island." Oh sure, he remembered that throwaway fact from yesterday, but had lost track of what pumpkins were. "But yes, most often they're simply rocks."

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