Raven and writing desk answer? "Logic puzzles won't help here, I'm afraid. Nothing logical about this place," Zel sighed. "Unless you're looking for something illogical, in which case this is the logical place to look for it." He blinked. "Did that make any sense? I seem to have that problem lately. I think this place is driving me nuts. Anyway, I'm Zelgadiss Greywords. Call me Zel; it's harder to mess up."
"I was afraid of that." I was really afraid of that. "And you made about as much sense as Ogden Nash, which counts for something." Graywords? I had to wonder if this was at least in part his fault. That's not a good name for anyone to have. "I'm Thursday."
Wonder how stupid I'd look if I said I don't know who Ogden Nash is. "Pleased to meet you, Thursday," he said aloud. "I'd say it's a strange name, only I've heard stranger ones. I've got one of them."
Remus couldn't quite keep the smile off his face. "Well, I'm flattered, really. Most people seem to pick my former girlfriend, or, Merlin help us all, Snape." He shuddered, then turned serious. "So... You think this is a book, then? At least, that's how I read your answers."
I just barely kept myself from toeing the ground. "I have issues with the bookish," I found myself admitting. Change the subject, Thursday, before you start blushing.
"Well, everything has a plot, doesn't it? When you've got my job, you start to talk that way." Nice recovery. I've told too many people what I do as it is.
(( No worries -- Thursday would never ever give the game away. They'd take her license.))
"Other way around, actually. I make sure nobody releases fake versions of literature, or changes the story, forges things. Except I don't deal with Shakespeareana anymore -- that's SO-29. And the Baconian violence, that's SO-9 or SO-14."
Ain't much of a reader, but even I r'member from school, Shakespeare prob'ly needs him a whole department for somethin' like that. Ain't there that whole thaing 'bout who really wrote his stuff? I could see somebody tryin' t'fix it so they won the argument. Amazin' how crazy people get 'bout stuff they love, ain't it?
"Well, that's why. The Baconians keep trying to blow up Stratford, and don't get me started on the committee people." I knew, for certain -- it was one of those paradoxes you try not to think of too much. But not everyone has a father in the Time Corps, and that secret was really for me alone.
"It really is -- the Austin society is pretty scary too, and please don't make me talk about the Brontes." I looked a bit pained.
LiteraTecs do not fangirl characters. It isn't done.
I was really close.
"Good day." I had lived with Mr Rochester for months. I could deal with Mr Darcy for a few moments. "Well, when a story is going one way, and a marriage is promised... it's probably not a good idea to fake a supernatural event to change things. Even if people are in love."
Love is not the only reason for which one marries, madam. Indeed, in some cases it may not even be the best reason for marrying, tempting though it may be.
But I have found it far easier to derail a potential attachment than to encourage one in parties not naturally inclined to associate with one another. Do I understand you to say you have done it? May I ask the circumstances, and whether the union proved a happy one?
"I did. I didn't really set out to do it, but I did." I nearly got myself lynched by some hardcore fans, but it was worth it. "It's a happy marriage. She's told me so herself, many times." Every time I read it. "And they have a son."
"I couldn't tell you what time it is here either. Time is an illusion. Doubly so at sortings." Ford grinned. "I'm Ford Prefect, professor of Muggle Studies, researcher for The Guide, and collector of weird knowledge in case you feel like talking about time and space."
"The Guide. The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, the most remarkable book ever to come out of the great publishing houses of Ursa Minor." He shrugged, he'd had to explain it often enough that he was getting used to it. "Most of the people here haven't heard of it either. Of course, most of the people here aren't even from here."
I'd heard about it, though I'd never read it. The science fiction LiteraTec's are absolutely nuts. Worse than the Pasta people. "I have heard of it, actually. I've just never seen a copy." I gave him a little smile. Understatement of the decade. "I'd started to get that idea from the cheese question."
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"Well, everything has a plot, doesn't it? When you've got my job, you start to talk that way." Nice recovery. I've told too many people what I do as it is.
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Hey. *waves* 'M not sure I understand 'bout your job. Are you like a censor or somethin'?
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"Other way around, actually. I make sure nobody releases fake versions of literature, or changes the story, forges things. Except I don't deal with Shakespeareana anymore -- that's SO-29. And the Baconian violence, that's SO-9 or SO-14."
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"It really is -- the Austin society is pretty scary too, and please don't make me talk about the Brontes." I looked a bit pained.
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Good day, Madam. Mr. Darcy, at your service. *bows stiffly*
Might I enquire, how does one cause a marriage one shouldn't?
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I was really close.
"Good day." I had lived with Mr Rochester for months. I could deal with Mr Darcy for a few moments. "Well, when a story is going one way, and a marriage is promised... it's probably not a good idea to fake a supernatural event to change things. Even if people are in love."
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But I have found it far easier to derail a potential attachment than to encourage one in parties not naturally inclined to associate with one another. Do I understand you to say you have done it? May I ask the circumstances, and whether the union proved a happy one?
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