Library, Monday

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It was a slow day in the library today. All the books were behaving -- well, like actual books, instead of like semi-sentient little monsters -- and Tip got her morning shelving duties out of the way pretty quickly.

Which was good, because today was the day that Bill had decided to debut his one-bot show: "Billboard: how an unlikely friendship brought a bot to life and saved the Boov race, a water ballet".

It was an epic production, full of bubbles and intrigue, that Tip could only really follow because she'd actually been there for most of it. She made sure to "ooo" and "ahhh" in all the right places, even as she eyeballed the bubbles to make sure they wouldn't get anything wet that couldn't handle it, then gave Bill a wild round of applause when he was all done.

"That was beautiful," she told him. "I especially liked the way you choreographed it all to songs that have become internet memes."

Bill zipped around in excited circles, then came back to hover in front of her, letting off another questioning bubble.

"Well, I would say maybe figure out a way to include subtitles for your non-Boov audiences. Like they do on operas. Also: when did we meet an octopus? I don't remember that part."

And that's how Tip ended up spending a good chunk of her library shift hearing a billboard's opinions on artistic license.

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[white_oleander]

Astrid was looking to find a computer she could use to try to figure out how to upload Prompto's pictures so that she could...do...something...she didn't quite yet know, but she'd get there...with the whole YouTube stuff that Mr. Stark had mentioned, but she had something else she wanted to take care of first and that was talking to Tip. She'd thought of tracking her down on the trip to D.C., but they were there to have fun, she didn't need to bother her there, and then she'd just gotten lost in the timelessness that was art anyway.

So on Monday, there she was, though she did consider just forgetting about it and hitting up the computers.

No, do it now, it was just going to keep driving her crazy if she did.

"Hey, Tip," she gave the other girl a small, attempted casual wave and a smile to match, "how's it going?"