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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But right now? Sitting on a log and taking a moment to orient herself to these new surroundings seemed to be the thing to do. And maybe wonder when she'd last blinked. Today was kind of a day for remaining super aware.
Mr. Moxy sniffed at the log by her feet, and Natalie wondered whether he knew how bad things were.
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"What the hell? I look like a cartoon."
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"One, the flame spurt - no problem. There's a popping sound preceding each; we can avoid that. Two, the lightning sand, which you were clever enough to discover what that looks like, so in the future we can avoid that too."
"Westley, what about the R.O.U.S.'s?"
"Rodents Of Unusual Size? I don't think they exist."
(They do.)
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*happy flails*
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Omg do I want one. So. Much.
[Now with HTML. Although I swear I had it the first time.]
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