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[reallyaduck]

Duck's been snoring slightly on a table in the middle of the room, head pillowed on a piece of paper, when -

do you have the resolve, little duck?- she wakes up with a start, shaking her head to get the last wisps of weird half-memory out of her head

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[smallestopener]

"Hi," Ingress says, peering over at the girl. "You okay?"

[reallyaduck]

"- uh, yeah!"

Duck looks up, a smile already on her face.

"I guess I fell asleep," she adds, a little sheepishly. "Though, I guess it's better that I did here than in class . . . um, I'm Duck!"

[smallestopener]

"I'm Ingress," she says, without batting an eye. She really has heard stranger names.

She kind of has one, though no one has quite pointed that out.

"I'm almost eleven. How old are you?"

[reallyaduck]

"Uh . . . ."

This is a hard question!

"I'm in the beginner ballet class!" Duck volunteers. SURELY THIS IS HELPFUL, yes? "Um, what about you, what school are you in?"

[puckishly]

Unfortunately, while Puck may be possessed of preternatural grace, it is of little use to him when he is not actually paying attention.

Therefore: As he passes, he manages to hit Duck in the shoulder with a rather solid thwack. This, as it happens, is enough to stop him in his tracks with a puzzled and vaguely apologetic expression.

Did he hit ...?

"--Ah, me!" He blinks down at Duck, owlishly and in some alarm. "I do apologize, lady."

[reallyaduck]

"- oh it's okay!" Duck says, waving her hands earnestly in Puck's general direction.

"I walk into stuff and people all the time, I mean, it was probably my fault for being in the way, it usually is, hahahaha!"

[puckishly]

... Did he rattle her brains? Puck peers solicitously down at her.

"Are you quite sure? I should hate to think I have repaid your kindness with naught but a blow."

[reallyaduck]

"M-my kindness?"

Duck looks at him, a faint stirring of danger, danger beginning to flash in the back of her mind. Is he talking about . . .

"Uh, I mean, I don't think I did anything you'd need to thank me for or feel bad about, so . . . it's really okay!"

[a1enzo]

"Hey, Duck!" Enzo is holding one of his file windows. "You doing work, too?"

[reallyaduck]

"Yeah . . . ."

Duck looks glumly down at her essay. "I gotta write an essay for class tomorrow . . . um, hi Enzo!"

[a1enzo]

"What's it on?"

[reallyaduck]

"I'm supposed to be writing about Swan Lake . . ."

This would be easier if Duck could remember the whole plot of Swan Lake.