Glitch! Guess what *I* did!

[scraps_molly]

Who: Scraps, Glitch, open
When: January 9th, afternoon
Where: Ambrose's lab
What: Oh reporters and compasses

“Glitch! Guess what?”  Scraps almost danced into the lab and sat down to begin trying to finish the compass Ambrose had started.  He never finished the design.  It was supposed to point to where you wanted to go, not to the north.  Without a

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[glitch_ambrose]

"Hm, what?" Glitch asked with surprise, the sort of surprise which occurs when one is drawn from an absorbing day dream. He didn't interrupt her, she talked a thousand words a minute, and it was a joy to race with her.

He frowned with concern as she mentioned the reporters, yet he said nothing until she finished. "Reporters… they are usually bad, like tiny cats. Only they tear with snarling printed words, instead of claws." He paused in thought, not wishing to frighten her too much. Mouse would scurry from him then. But, he was neither cat nor villain. "They were not after you. Nor will they ever be." He nodded, certain of this, and smiled. "I will protect you."

His attention flitted to the item she held, and he forgot all about the reporters. It was familiar, and he felt an odd tickling in the back of his mind. But he couldn't place it. "Whats that?" he asked.

[scraps_molly]

She felt safe and believed he would protect her. It was strange to trust. Scraps giggled, not at Glitch, but at the thought. "You could step on them. They's so small. But printed words are only words. You can't ever believe what you read