Lt. Excellen Browning
24 February 2012 @ 09:34 pm
[ The strange pulling sensation is a very strange thing to feel: it is almost like a hook in her chest dragging her across the Gardens like a mouse on a string one drags along until a cat notices. That metaphor may not be the best, but Excellen sticks to it. Surely, there is a cat involved somehow, whether it be the Queen or whoever this string leads to.

The library.

...Okay! She is a bit confused as to why, of all the places, the bizarre leash (leash works better, she decides) of longing and tugging brings her here. Really, she had been expecting a mysterious meeting in an alleyway (ignoring the lack of alleys here) or being dragged into a dark, spooky witch's den. Or something.

Well. As much as she may joke, she is not particularly happy with this sudden feeling and the urges, especially as she readily assumed them to be the result of another one of the Queen's (or one of her buddies) little jokes. After all, the last time she got the overwhelming urge to run off without knowing her destination, it was because Lovecraftian space horrors were mind controlling her, so she is pretty sure this is not some natural--but strange--whim of her own.

Regardless, she steps into the library and breaks the number one rule immediately by shouting.
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HELLOOOOOOOOO?