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CHARACTERS: Kitten and YOU!
LOCATION: Library
WARNINGS: Sass
SUMMARY: Kitten isn't handling space as well as you'd think.

Kitten can't concentrate. That's usually all well and fine, but when Kitten can't focus on a simple thing like dressing herself properly it's a terrible sign. It's stubbornness, but she's refused to wear her jumpsuit unless absolutely necessary and insists on primping and preening anyway. She needs a sense of normalcy, she craves it. She's impulsive, yes, but space doesn't provide that blanket comfort she needs. If a city can swallow the Phantom Lady up, what hope does Saint Kitten have in the big sky?

Kitten's used to the world turning against her. What she isn't used to is new technology. It had started simply enough--wandering down to the library to see if there was anything that could kill her boredom--and it was just the sight.

She didn't know how the ones from older times were coping, but the sight of some holographic whatsit instead of a good old fashion tome had caused her to crack.

It's why she's quietly sniffling, wiping away her eyes as nonchalantly as possible. She's not crying, or so she tells herself--she's merely a Kitten imposter because Kitten doesn't cry, Kitten laughs.

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Wheatley doesn't much care what kind of package the books come in--the important thing was that there are a lot of them. Holographic tablets are just fine by him, and he spends a great deal of time in the media library as a rule, trying to make sense of the vast collection of literature. He used to like books much more when he could download them straight from the mainframe and process them in an instant, he's finding, but he hasn't given up on reading the old-fashioned way.

Not yet, at least.

He is, however, interrupted by the sound of someone nearby. Wheatley still expects GLaDOS to be out for him, after all, so any noise from the other side of a shelf is enough to set him on edge.

"...Hello? Is--is anyone over there?"

Oh, dear.

Kitten straightens and hastily wipes at her cheeks because this is a terrible thing to be caught at, especially when Kitten's been doing her best to stay on the bright side. It's a habit, a terrible habit and she will not be thwarted by shiny buttons and strange beeps.

"Over here, darling," She calls, waving a hand. "It's just me."

Upon hearing a voice that is normal, human, and completely not auto-tuned in any way, shape, or form, Wheatley allows himself to first peek around the shelf, then step into the open, hands still hovering nervously over one of the holographic tablets.

"Oh, okay. Good. That's--good. It's good that it's just you and--" And not GLaDOS, or anyone else who wants to kill him, "--whoever you...are."

Quinn is bored. Which feels strange considering she's on some sort of freak ship, in space. It of course could be because she's refusing to let herself feel anything right now, because who deals with emotions. She's been keeping to herself, for the most part. Reading the copy of Alice in Wonderland she had in her bag over and over again, and trying not to use up all her cigarettes.

She's in the library now, looking for something to read - something depressing like Tess of the d'Urbervilles. Something to loose herself in and she can be completely miserable while reading, miserable for someone else that is - not herself. She's wearing her jumpsuit up to her waist, where she has tied the top around her hips, so she can wear her "hell is so hot right now," shirt. As she's browsing she hears something. It sounds like a laugh, except Quinn knows better - that's why she freezes completely. That's her laugh. Normally she'd just walk away, but this time she can't.

"Hello?" she walks towards it, brows furrowed slightly.

"Hello." Kitten doesn't turn around right away--she'd been caught. It's a terrible thought, being caught at something that's dreadful it almost hurts. It's backwards and absolutely against her nature, so she simply turns around and puts on her most charming smile.

"Hello, darling--oh." Her face falls, looking at the hair. It's not a disapproving look, it's a curious one. After all, she's now a blonde. But She'd never really seen that colour too often. Culture shock, she supposed.

There goes the faint hope that there's someone else from her time period. She sighs, and because it's Kitten it's an over dramatic mess, and proceeds to busy herself with looking over what the girl is wearing.

"Can I help you, darling?"

There were only a few things in the world capable of reducing Severus Snape to tears: wallowing in a sea of Lily-related angst was certainly one of them, with the murder of Albus Dumbledore coming in a much more distant second. Actually, those two items might comprise the entirety of the list.

At least they would have, up to this point.

Currently, he was standing in a room denoted as a library, contemplating the prospect of spending Merlin knew how long, or quite possibly the rest of his life not seeing another book. As much as he disdained muggle technology, he was well aware of the existence of electronic files and the practicality of such, but Severus was a book-lover of the very traditional sort and the thought of never again experiencing the pleasure of physically touching one was filling him with deep dismay.

He wasn't actually crying, of course. That faint snivelling sound that could be heard was definitely not coming from him. Peering around a shelf, he was able to ascertain that the culprit was that insufferably perky morning person that he'd spoken with on the comm a short while ago, not that she looked especially perky now. Well, it wasn't any of his business.

"Oh." Too late, Snape--Kitten has figured out she was being watched. The blonde straightens herself, dusting invisible dirt from her shoulders and offers a quirk of the--

Oh.

"Have you emerged from your vampire cave for supplies, darling?" It was a teasing joke, lighthearted and breezy as Kitten turned around and pretended to busy herself with a few books. Or pretended to, hastily wiping her cheeks and praying her mascara was still on.

Yes, yes—he looks like a giant bat. He's heard all of that before and it's still not funny. She should see him when he's wearing robes if she wants to have the full effect. Then they would see who was laughing.

"That's one of the drawbacks of feeding on the blood of the living," Snape remarked dryly. "One must mingle on occasion out of necessity, as adverse as the prospect may be."

He frowned down at a computer terminal and experimentally pressed a few keys, his lip curling in distaste. He was certainly not incapable of figuring it out, but he had absolutely no desire to do so.

Peggy was restless and a bit bored. She could only stay in her room for so long before she became fed up with doing nothing. Which is why she decided to leave her room and go explore a part of the ship that she hadn't been in yet. The main problem was where would she begin? Tranquility was a huge ship with lots to offer and it had taken Peggy a while to map her way around it without getting lost.

She found herself in the library but it wasn't like any library she had been in before. There wasn't a book in sight; just some technology that would take a while to get used to. It wasn't the same and it was frustrating to say the least.

Sighing, Peggy prepared herself to leave when a sound caught her attention. She paused, looking around.

"Hello? Is there someone there?"

"Just me, darling." Kitten heard the girl before she actually said anything--it was just enough to get her to calm down (for the most part) and offer a smile. Her smile faltered, however, when she actually took the other in.

It was rare she felt jealousy--Kitten was always a proud person, confident and in control, but this girl looked like she was straight out of the old movies, from her curls to the way she talked and oh yes, of course, she was British, too.

Her smile faltered somewhat, self-conscious, but it was back in a flash.

"Trying to make sense of everything here."

"Oh. Hello there." Peggy offered a polite smile in return, taking a moment to look the speaker over before coming a little closer. She had noticed the brief falter to her smile but didn't comment on it.

She remained silent for another few moments, not quite what to say after that but the other woman's words prompted a reply from Peggy.

"Understandable, of course. I don't really approve so much of this 'library.'" The last word is said with disdain almost. "Or this ship as a whole."

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I FLIPPED A COIN

YES COME TO ME

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still on hiatus but it's about time these two met!

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