[04 - Commentlog] Accumulate

[needsnobottle]

[Tammy's no fool. She doesn't have any experience with birds, but she knows well enough that they can bite and they probably wouldn't appreciate having their feathers yanked off. So she's been gathering fallen hawk feathers from the mews for a while now. She needs 19.5 (she figures 20 and she'll cut one of them in half) and right now she has 13. Who knew this would have been so difficult?

Anyone out wandering the grounds near the Mews will find Tammy sitting on the ground nearby, wearing her backpack and waiting, with a book open on her lap--and here's hoping she won't get in trouble for taking it out of the library.]

Comments

[likesfootnotes]

[Tammy, you were hoping for hawk feathers and Bartimaeus knows that all too well. This is probably why you are suddenly greeted by a raven landing not far away, feathers ruffled up as it settles its wings.

Rather than trolling off the bat, Bartiraven preens his feathers for a bit, then swivels his head about to peer at the book.

And, what the heck, he might as well hop towards it while he's at it. Don't mind him, he'll only peck at the pages if you don't intervene.]

[needsnobottle]

[Tammy doesn't notice the raven immediately, not until it's started to hop toward her. When she spots it, she's got no reason to think it's anything more than a simple raven. Bold, certainly, but maybe that's common among ravens.]

Sorry, doubt you'd be interested. [She motions to the book.] It's not Poe.

[likesfootnotes]

[Bartiraven hops to the left, then to the right, and cocks his head at the book before that beak of his splits into a wicked, unnatural grin.]

Quoth the raven: Are you sure?

[needsnobottle]

[A...talking raven. Tammy is feeling like she's having a lot of these moments where she has to pause and process. Thank you for these opportunities Keep.]

Um...yep. Absolutely certain this isn't Poe.

[likesfootnotes]

[The Keep lives to serve! Bartimaeus does to, much as he would vehemently deny it.]

Whyever not, Eleanor?

[needsnobottle]

Couldn't find any in the library.

[Not that she'd looked for him specifically, but it was pretty clear there was no fiction secion, and since Poe classified...]

[likesfootnotes]

What kind of second-rate library have you been hanging out at?

[Quoth the raven: He is miffed! Feathers a-ruffle, he bats at the book.]

[needsnobottle]

The only one we've got. Guess library funding was one of the places around here that had the tightest belt. That and interior design.

[Would it have killed the pocketbook to decorate their rooms a little bit more?]

[likesfootnotes]

Filed any complaints about it? I find a good boycott helps these things.

[needsnobottle]

A boycott of the library? Not like I'm paying anything for the service. I doubt it'll work.

[likesfootnotes]

Have you tried rallying an angry mob?

[needsnobottle]

So far the only person I've met who's been slightly perturbed about the lack of selection is Bobby. I'm not sure two people could qualify as an angry mob, and that's without even considering if Bobby could even get angry.

[likesfootnotes]

Don't be ridiculous! Everyone can get angry, you just have to irritate them until they do. If you want an angry mob, you should get right on that.

[needsnobottle]

Whip them into a frenzy, huh? Any tips on irritating people, then? Help me out and give me some clues.

[likesfootnotes]

[The raven grins wickedly.]

I find teasing them about the most inconsequential details will rile up any ego to the boiling point.

[needsnobottle]

Inconsequential details, huh? Guess that explains why people get their underwear in a twist over politics.

[likesfootnotes]

They're just practising for the elections. Twisted-undergarments are quite the requirement to enter politics.

[needsnobottle]

That really doesn't come as a surprise to me. Most of them look like they're perpetually fighting an atomic-wedgie level of discomfort.

[likesfootnotes]

Indeed.

[Bartiraven rolls his eyes, then hops back from Tammy and her book.]

Remember the raven when you rile up a mob with these new skills. I expect to see some Poe on the shelves soon!

[He extends his wings, readying for take-off. He could remain and harass her, or he could find the next oyster to rile with his sandy presence.]

[needsnobottle]

I'll get right on that.

[Honestly, the birds around here are so weird.]