thechanged | Gun Show in the Library with the Rifle | Day 4 - Morning/Day

[Scenario A: Only those who have had previous positive interactions with Zoe, please!]

A person can only spend so much time staring at books she can't read before the urge to do something that feels marginally more meaningful - and physical - takes over. Lights had said the Keeper wasn't there anymore, and Mason had confirmed he'd gone walking out in the world some time ago. The questions of where and why and for how long eat at her. The not knowing seems almost as bad as knowing might. If she is only going to have herself, limited as her memories of who she is are, for another few days, she wants to know it.

She has those she would think to call on. Ones that seem ready enough to go looking, too. She has a few ideas about where to look - the Keeper's bedroom - and how to do it, but a part of her knows that one head can hold only so many thoughts on where to stash a diary, date book, or whatever else the white creature in her dreams and nightmares uses to plan his schedule.

The library is her domain now, or as near to it as can be said. She begins to search for her allies, thoughts of a brigade scouring the Keeper's bedroom in her head. There might not be that many, but she'd take what she could get. When she happens upon one, her greeting is simple: "Goin' huntin' for things we ain't meant to have. Interested in comin'?"

[Scenario B: Anyone who would like to have Zoe prod at their possession form like the possession prodder that she is can tag into this one!]

The library is enormous and its inhabitants and transient visitors scattered. Even with a focused intent, her gaze is drawn to the myriad objects and books the Keeper has in his possession. She has yet to grow tired of her returned senses, though she's learned to curb her apparent enthusiasm since her initial exploration of the shelves in the Hearth Room. Still, a particularly interesting book, statue, or other item may pull at her to go touch, smell, experience it. Her stance from the first day remains: If it's a person and they don't like it, they're welcome to say as much.

[Scenario C: Anyone who would like to have Zoe approach them as a person can tag into this one!]

As for anyone physically there for her to see, she nods politely at them. Potential allies lurk in the most unassuming of bodies sometimes, after all. Her gaze is calculating on these ones, searching out hostility before she approaches. She has no desire to start a fight. That would be counterproductive when she's seeking extra pairs of willing eyes and hands. Her greeting is more weary for those she does not know, but it's still friendly enough: "You find anything you can read in here, I'll find a hat to eat. Reckon the Keeper's the finest linguist in the 'verse or don't get to readin' but a fraction of what he steals."

Her stance is guarded, arms crossed over her bare chest and head cocked to one side. Her polished body shines faintly in the library's lights, and the smell of gunpowder hangs heavy in the air around her.

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"You made it into that disappearin' wing?" She's surprised, to say the least. A bird's wings travel faster than a gun's feet, but it had seemed to dissolve so quickly, the metallic woman hadn't thought anyone could actually get in. "That's somethin' impressive. Any idea how to keep it runnin' away from you?

"And we ain't all from the same worlds. Don't seem like it, anyway. First time we woke, I ran into Lights. He's the boy that glows all over. He's got horn and said that was normal, but that weren't anything that sounded like a person where I'm from. There was a battle from what I can remember. Someone shootin' down on us holed up in a valley with more dead bodies than livin' ones scattered around."

"I wish I had an answer for you, but I don't know what let me enter. I saw it in the corner of my eye, but it didn't disappear, even after several seconds." She had seen it before, when she first entered the library. Then, too, it was in the corner of her eye, but when she looked toward it, it was gone. "I wish I had been able to get more answers out of Nancy...I asked her many questions about the nature of the eighth wing, but she told me very little."

She starts in surprise at Brimstone's assertion. "Different worlds?" she asks. How could that be? Though, to be fair, it's not like there are any other explanations for what Brimstone said. "I suppose I don't remember any people with horns, either. Still, where does that mean we are right now? An entirely different world than where our homes are?"

"About what you remember, I'm sorry..." she says, looking down. "That must not be a pleasant memory to hold. I hope you are able to find a happier one soon, through some method or another."

Brimstone shrugs lightly. "Keeps me thinkin' I need to get outta here and back where I'm needed," she replies. "Don't make no sense to go thinkin' on it beyond that." Though she does dwell more often than she'd like to admit, trying to remember the people she sees in her memory. They're her comrades, her brothers and sisters-in-arms, and she can't remember anything about them except that they're alive or in that one instant.

"Not sure where all that leaves us, though." Her arms cross over her chest as she thinks about it. "Might could still be somewhere near one of the places we're from, but there's no tellin' without gettin' outside. And that ain't somethin' we'll be able to do easy. You were patrollin' outside the house, weren't you? Remember seein' anything on the horizon that stuck out? A landmark, maybe?"

She nods in agreement. "There must be people waiting for us, wondering where we are. It would be rude to keep them waiting for too long." She doesn't remember who those people are for her, but she hopes that she will soon. Either way, her thoughts are also on escape. Perhaps getting out of this place will even give her more answers.

"I remember the house," she says, trying to recall what she saw during her patrols. "It was an enormous tower, partially encircled by a large crescent lake. There was a clearing, too, I believe, surrounded by dark trees. Nothing else comes to mind, but perhaps one of the others who patrolled the outside would remember more."

"Not much, but it's something to go on. Lights kept watch out there, but he don't remember much. Not sure who else would." She obviously needs to expand the base of her contacts. Having a close knit group she feels she can rely on is comforting, but that can't be the end of it.

"We can look into it after the bedroom," she says. "Might find somethin' to help with that. If you find anyone along the way you want to bring, you're more'n welcome to."

"Very well. In the meantime, I will think more on both the outside of the house and, as you said, potential allies in our search." She looks up at the bookcase next to her. She's looked through so many books already, and there seems to be no end in sight. "Perhaps I will find finally find something useful in all of these books, too. Or something legible."

Turning back to Brimstone, she says, "Forgive me for keeping you for so long; I'm sure you have many things to do. I'll cut my morning walk short to meet you all in the bedroom as soon as I can. Thank you for inviting me to this, and I hope we are met with success."

"No forgiveness needed, Angel," she replies with a smart nod. "You're helpin', and that's reason enough to stop awhile. Good luck. See you tomorrow morning." Brimstone offers a brief salute to the bird girl before stepping off to find more searchers. Hopefully, between all of them, there would be enough to turn up something.

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