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[ladyofluminosity]

[VOICE]

[An SOS signal goes through on your warp band, very quickly accompanied by a young woman's voice. In the background, there is the very distinct sound of fluttering wings and screeching. She sounds as if she's running, the sound of her voice and the rampaging Zubats echoing. There also seems to be some kind of interference, as her voice keeps cutting out.]

We-- ...Zubats in-- hundreds of-- don't go in the-- requesting assis-- in--

[Then there's the sound of her warp band hitting something, and the signal becomes clear.]

That's better, this silly thing! WHACKING IT HELPED, THANK YOU EZREAL! We're being chased by Zubats, hundreds of them, in the mountains. In need of assistance, I'm not sure when they'll stop following u--

[A loud screech.]

WELL THAT WAS RUDE, I WAS TALKING JUST NOW! YOU CAN WAIT YOUR TURN!

[Another, much more indignant screech.]

...Help!

A librarian's lament [backdated to not long after the Earthquake]

[highliber]

[Action]

The scream was audible from the street. It was the sound of a soul in pain. The sound, perhaps, of a librarian who has just entered her library to check for earthquake damage and seen every damn shelf and book in a huge heap. After the scream of horror finishes, she goes on with an encore performance of a stream of creative cursing about having people fired and whipped and flogged and banished, coming to a climax of "AND IF IT DOESN'T GET PROPERLY SECURED THIS TIME I WILL DO SOMETHING SO POINTLESSLY HIDEOUS TO YOU YOU'LL DIE AS MUCH FROM SURPRISE AS YOU DO FROM THE ACTUAL INJURIES! NOW MOVE!"

Some wild wingulls fly away in alarm with the volume of the last word.

[12 hours later]

Zarvora slowly emerged from the library and set down on the steps by the front door to massage her temples. She felt a migraine coming on, but at least her staff had an organized plan for putting everything back together. This put her personal projects back by weeks, if not months, though. Her Fletchling landed on her head in concern and looked down at her face, and she couldn't help but smile a bit at that as she looked back up. "What do you think, Charles? Did I over do it a bit?"