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[giovedi_furia]

A very badly trashed couple of aisles revealed that Sir Thursday was back, and not happy about it. Nothing was really broken, but there were plenty of books strewn over the floor, a few loose pages were scattered here and there and in one place a shelf was knocked askew.

What had happened before he came back hadn't improved his mood any. "Blasted

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[lazy_mondays]

...
I would say that I told you so, but that would be...rather upsetting for you in your current state of mind.

Er.
Maybe you should...calm down a little?

[giovedi_furia]

Calm down? Calm down? I've been attacked by Nithlings with actual discipline, had my squad, my marshalls, and my entire army defy me in succession, lost my Key, and been thrown in my own damn dungeon! I am not going to stand here and listen to a dead man tell me to calm down!

[But he does calm down as that last bit hits him and he starts to remember this place.]

Dead man... Monday... You're dead. One of Saturday's... [groan] I'm back in that library.

[lazy_mondays]

Yes, I do believe I am in fact dead. In one timeline, in any case.
You don't recall the very long conversation we had last time you were in here, do you?

[Also, he's now in possession of a black-and-white sword suspiciously like the First Key for some reason. It's strapped to his back by a leather binding. ]

[giovedi_furia]

I seem to have forgotten it when I was returned to the House, but it's starting to come back now.

/new thread

[lazy_mondays]

Quite wrong.
I have a bad feeling about the Will.

[giovedi_furia]

That would make two of us.

[lazy_mondays]

[ sighs. ]
And if they manage to salvage the House at all, it's still going to be a horrible, horrible trainwreck...
[ puts his head in his hands. he would drink, if he was inclined to drinking any sort of alcohol. ]