What's this? What's this? There's weird shit everywhere | Day Four, Morning [OPEN]

[justbeclaws]

No one not intimately familiar with the library would notice, but there have been some rearrangements of furniture in one particular out-of-the-way corner. Said corner, and the burnished oak desk inside it, are screened from the stacks even more than they already were, inaccessible to anyone unwilling to climb over some extremely uncomfortable-looking chairs.

Or crawl under them, of course.

Her den arranged to her immediate satisfaction, the typewriter makes her way forth in search of something less immediately satisfying: the lay of the land. She wants to know where things are, including people (and people who are also things). And who knows, perhaps there will be information hidden somewhere about the house and its Keeper, secrets not even Mason knows.

It seems right to her that a moderately stealthy expedition (there's no reason to be stealthy, particularly, but she doesn't really trust anything around her) should take place in the morning. Whether or not she's right about this remains to be seen.

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[fuzzyduck]

The growling stops awkwardly. She gives her an odd, quiet stare for a good few seconds before adopting a somewhat more relaxed stance and saying, "What do you want?"

[justbeclaws]

"I haven't decided yet," she says with utmost dignity. "I only just got herre."

[fuzzyduck]

"Yeah? Well--" She stops for a few moments; her mouth contorts as she thinks of the right thing to say. Something that makes sense. "Ya should decide. Before anyone else decides ya look suspicious."

[justbeclaws]

"No one else knows what they'rre doing eitherr," she points out. "Anyway, what arre you doing? I asked furrst, you know."

[fuzzyduck]

"Somebody around here oughta know," she grumbles, mostly to herself. "I wanted to eat, for the record."

[justbeclaws]

"I didn't know this was herre, but now I kind of do too," she admits. "But it doesn't look like it wants us to eat." She glowers at the mildly daunting table legs.

[fuzzyduck]

"Doesn't look too hard to climb. I mean, at least for me." She looks at the stranger again, from head to toe. Shame she still hasn't quite figured out who she's talking to yet. "I'm guessin' ya don't do much jumpin' though."

[justbeclaws]

"Only rrecently, unless jumping lines clawnts." That doesn't mean she isn't willing to try. "So how would you do it?"

[fuzzyduck]

"I'd just sorta jump up there, I guess. I got strong legs." Not that you mean to brag or anything. It just strikes you as a fact that might need to be stated.

[justbeclaws]

"Hrrrrrrrr..." She looks the height of the chair, mentally gauging the distance. "I don't think I could jump that...Neverr know until you trry, though!" She doesn't know, not really know, what her body is capable of. Might as well find out some time, even if she's a little leery of having this person know her limits.

[fuzzyduck]

"Well, don't go tryin' just like that. That'd be a really stupid way to get hurt."

Sure, she was threatening the stranger just a few minutes ago, but that was just a preventative measure.

[justbeclaws]

The dog person is probably right, but she doesn't want to admit it in so many words. "I could if I wanted to. But I don't! Climbing looks like meowrre fun anyway." She bets she could get a grip on the tablecloth and then just crawl up it like a - thing that crawls up things!