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[04 - Commentlog] Accumulate

[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.]

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[Equius is still searching for his moirail, and has been for the past two days. He's beginning to run out of places to search, and that sinking feeling is now a total pit in his stomach. He walks, hunching over slightly, rage and sorrow fighting each other inside of him.]

You. Lowblood. Have you seen a troll, like me. A female that answers to the name "Nepeta".

[Tammy looks up at the voice, though that lowblood comment baffles her. But the general tone leaves little doubt it's an insult. She arches an eyebrow and eyes the gray-skinned...troll? Wait, Tammy remembers something about trolls. But even if it didn't immediately click, that name rings a definite bell.]

Can't say that I have. Not in person, anyway, and I can't remember the last time I talked to her. A while ago.

[Tammy tilts her head, studying the guy. Then she takes a shot.]

I'm guessing you're the sweaty asshole.

[His eyebrows raise for a moment, then lower to a sharp glare.]

I see you have spoken to the mustardblood. Do not believe any of the slander he tries to spread about me. Anyways, that is unfortunate. If you do... Let me know.

[He takes a seat on the grass far from her and opens his journal to hopefully see a response from Nepeta.]

[Tammy tilts her head, studying him across the way and wondering about his sullen demeanor. Wondering...]

If by mustardblood you mean Sollux [She's not quire pronouncing that correctly] then yeah, he mentioned you. And Nepeta, though I'd talked to her before that.

[Tammy nods to his journal.]

I take it you've tried contacting her that way?

I have been trying, but she has not been responding.

[His voice lowers to a mumble. Not quite as full of hate, but more tired. And slightly fearful for something that's seeming more and more likely.]

Not a single person has heard from her for a day or two, now.

[If this were a different situation, and a few days ago, Tammy might have shrugged that off. She goes days without talking to anyone around here, so silence isn't that unusual. For her, anyway.

But then again, apparently no one can find Iriel right now...]

Is that unusual? For her to go that long without talking to anyone?

I neither know, or care if she has kept in contact with others, outside of knowing that she is still here. She has never gone more than a day without making contact with me. Whether it was to show me her newest update to her shipping wall, or attempt to play a game with me.

Oh.

[Shipping wall? Tammy has a feeling that isn't what she thinks it is.]

So she's your girlfriend or something?

Oh, no, not a friend. Much STRONGER than that. Or is "Girl Friend" not what the term implies? She's my moirail. The one that calms my rage enough to not kill or tear apart this keep, and in exchange I provide protection and guidance.

[That...makes her pause for a minute, and she actually closes her book as she blinks over at Equius. See, that kind of thing, before, Tammy would have shrugged away as hyperbole, but after being here for a while, she's inclined to believe the troll is being perfectly serious.]

Well, a girlfriend is, uh. Sort of that. If you're lucky. It's someone you take on dates and and kiss and stuff. And talk to and that kind of thing. I've...never heard of moirails.

I do consider myself lucky to be moirails with someone like Nepeta, though I believe you are thinking of matespritship. Despite being a romance, moiraillegiance is not expressed through physical affection.

[Other than pouncegreets, of course.]

So it's a friendship. Which i guess is one way to describe platonic romance.

[Tammy scratches at her neck, eying Equius with a thoughtful kind of expression, but thankfully Antalyon hadn't roused itself to pay attention to the conversation. Who knew what the pesky djinn would try and do?]

[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.]

[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.

[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?

[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.

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

Whyever not, Eleanor?

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...]

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.]

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?]

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

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

Have you tried rallying an angry mob?

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.

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.

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

[The raven grins wickedly.]

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

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

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

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.

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.]

I'll get right on that.

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

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