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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[justbeclaws]

"Well, you'd think you'd be morre like what you do. Why would you be a...is this some kind of bebop funnel? It's missing bits...if you-you doesn't make sweet and enpurrrrtaining meowlodies?"

She pokes the cupboard with malic aforethought.

[bloodand]

"I don't know," he says, with the annoyed tone that indicates that having no idea bothers him. He's been trying to figure it out a while, but nothing is forthcoming. He takes a couple steps closer to where she's prodding him, his eyes narrowed over her shoulder.

"And would you stop that?"

[justbeclaws]

"Why," she says, "would you rather I poke you here?" Quick as a wink, she spins around and pokes him in the (actual) ribs, just where the grubleg scars...aren't. How odd.

[bloodand]

He smacks her hand almost immediately, jerking away from the touch. "At least then I can tell what you're touching," he says, with a bit of a growl. He's not quite sure how to explain what it feels like to have his other self touched, except that he doesn't like it.

[justbeclaws]

"Grrrrrrrumpy," she says, rolling the r all the way across the room and down the stairs. "I'm borred. What is therre in this rroom? Otherr than awesome trrees. I wonderr if I can climb them."

[bloodand]

Well at least she stopped poking him. The rs can go wherever they want, no locked doors will stop them. The rs will rule the house. Sorry, Mason."

"Couches you can pounce on that don't have people in them."

He's not impressed by your pouncing.