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Fandom Library, Wednesday, February 18th

Immediately after radio yesterday, Arden had vanished to her room and hid, refusing to talk to anyone (and, yes, spending plenty of time singing to herself). Today, she had ventured out to the library, replete with snacks and drinks just in case it seemed like it was starting up again and she needed to quickly cram her mouth full.

Overkill? Possibly. Worth it?

Definitely.

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Quietly.

Be ready at anytime for a donut shoved in your mouth or hers.

Caleb hoped he wasn't making a nuisance of himself, showing up here all the time but he needed to return these movies and he found the size of the library inspiring somehow.

"Okay so how often does th' singin' happen? Also, hi Miss Arden."

Not at all! Arden was always glad for company that didn't try to bite her on the regular!

"Hey there, Caleb!" she said with was smile. "No singing! And if any happens, I'm prepared." She showed him her arsenal of snacks. "And just Arden, please. I mean, I appreciate the politeness, but we're friends right?"

It might take him a few tries before he remembered, but Arden it was. "Arden then." he agreed, only slightly awkwardly. "Any uh, other wacky days I should be on the lookout for? I didn't mind the singing as much, but that might be because it caught me alone."

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh," Arden said, eyes wide. "Ohhhh nooo. Nobody's told you about--okay. Yes. Shit. Okay. Uh."

She looked around. "Whyyyyy don't you grab a chair. This is gonna be a doozy."

"Oh boy, okay." he did so, and even grabbed his notepad and pen from his jacket pocket. He loved these newfangled pens.

That was exactly the reaction he should have, honestly.

Arden waited for Caleb to get back with his chair, setting out some snacks and stuff for him since, you know, this was going to be a lot.

"Sooooo," she said, once he'd gotten himself situated. "Singing seems to happen about twice a year, maybe? Once usually in December where we end up singing holiday songs, and then another one like this one, where we just sing our feelings and it's the worst. You've dealt with honesty day, and then there's also the day we, ah. All turn into ponies."

And it all goes downhill from there, Caleb!

He was reminded of his first day here, when Rey had told him she was from another galaxy. It was a claim that seemed too outrageous not to be true. It was so far to go for a gag that it being a joke was the less plausible possibility.

So turning into an animal? Why not?

"Ponies? That's...I dunno that sounds so specific. Not horses, ponies."

"Yeah," Arden sighed. "I usually turn into a powder-blue pony with wings. Not a pegasus, mind you. A winged pony."

What was the difference? Vibes, mostly.

"Uh, so that usually hits everyone, but sometimes people can just change into animals randomly," she continued. "It seems to go around and hit multiple people at once, but no one can figure out who and why. Like, I think I turned a bird around the same time Professor Vess turned into a cat and I think the guy that works at Pick Your Poison turned into a flower or something. It's weird and there are, like, no obvious connections that anyone can figure out."

Truly, who could say.

"And then there's the weekend most people turn into little kids. Just a bunch of, like, seven year olds running around."

Caleb had written “ponies”, then in the margin in front of it he added “magical/whimsical”.

“With th’ other animals, are they special too? Or just ordinary?”

He wasn’t sure how he felt about turning into a kid again.

"I think most of them are just ordinary?" Arden said. "I wouldn't swear it, though. But it'd be the exception more than a rule."

If he didn't like possibly being a kid again...

"So, there's also the weekend when we get kids. Different kids from any possible future. They show up on Saturday morning and you've just got...kids to take care of. They might be kids with people you've met on the island, or with people you know from home, or with people you've never even heard of." She was so sorry to have to break this to you.

While Caleb wasn't unused to taking care of children, or at least helping, this notion hit him a bit in the "feels", as he was apparently still a bit sore from remembering "the one that got away". On the other hand...

"Oh boy. That...given my condition that seems particularly scary."

What about waffles? Cinnabon waffles? Because Gray had those.

Aw, yeah, double sugar.

But first he was peering suspiciously around the door like singing might jump out at him.

"It's been safe so far," Arden called. "I have snacks just in case, though."

Not as good as Cinnabon waffles, though. (Obviously.)

"Raiden was singing all day yesterday," Gray reported. "Love him. He can't carry a tune in a bucket."

"Does he sing most days?"

She just definitely pictured Raiden as the kind of guy who sang whenever he had a chance. It was probably the golden retriever energy.

"Not usually? He has to be in a really good mood for some reason. Or there's a new Taylor Swift album."

"Did you also get hit?" Or did she have to be mad at you?

"You know that 'Today I don't feel like doing anything' song? Before yesterday I would have said I didn't know it." And now he would like it out of his head, please.

"Okay, that's just a little rude, island," Arden said, pursing her lips. "Honestly, Dite's would make a fortune if there was a corner of, like, BDSM gear but it was all marketed towards weird weekends."

Does he ever get hit by Fandom whimsy?

My brain has fallen out of my ears

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