Special Collections had always been a peculiar place, and now that it was to be their home for the duration of... whenever... it chose not to change that. Those who had raced into it would find their world briefly a disorienting amount of purple light and flashes of lightning and books falling from an eternal above to a perpetual below
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"Um," oh look, kitty in dire need of ear-scritches. He dropped his gaze down to Mr. Moxy as he continued. "Sometimes. Not very well."
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"Right," Natalie said. "Good to know."
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[ooc: note to radio squirrel- can the telepathy bit be nfb plzandthanks? like a boss, forgot to note it in the thread title.]
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She'd mostly just talked to Sam, anyway. And look how much that could be happening right now.
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"That's a little disconcerting," she said, though not unkindly.
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He put them down near the log and picked up one of the books he'd brought, but somehow the letters failed to come into any sharp relief.
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"Hardly going to feed the multitude with these or anything," he muttered, eyeing them before setting them down in the open, in case somebody else wanted them. Joni mewled and peered out of his pocket, earning another sigh out of him. "And how in the world am I going to feed you?"
For the record, the cat was not on the menu.
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"Careful not to discount the students here, mind. There are just as many soldiers and strategists among their ranks as there are among the handful of teachers left."
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