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[herr_bookman]

Never again, Autor thinks, and drags his handkerchief against the chapped skin of his nose. Never again will I abandon reason in favor of misguided altruism. After hacking up something god-awful into a napkin, he scowls. Not even for a baby.

He'd found the library late last night--finally!--and was looking forward to devouring its offerings in the morning. Unfortunately, the light sniffles and sore throat he'd been ignoring over the last few days bloomed into a fully fledged, all-night-long phlegm-fest. And Autor is not about to interrupt a sanctum of learning with his sniffling.

Never, ever, ever, ever again, he thinks as he orders a ninth cup of scalding hot tea.

Catch him on the way back to his room, but be warned: as usual, he's quite snotty.

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[hecu_marine]

Spring's coming eventually. Winter is happening now. The humans and the Vortigaunts alike spent nearly as much effort on preparation for the cold season as they did on preparing for the final battles in Mongolia and the Overworld, but it's still going to be a rough time over the next few months, food-wise and otherwise. Shephard can't do all that much about a lot of that- he's no plumber and he knows squat about insulation and heating systems- but he can remedy the food situation to some degree. Assuming he has the right gear, of course. And where better to check over all his equipment than the one place he knows he'll be able to get replacements if anything's missing or broken?

He's got one of the medium-sized tables staked out, and he's laid out his favorite twelve-gauge shotgun, several of his old broadheads (not every hunt calls for stone arrows, after all), his unstrung Osage orange bow with the yerik teeth inlaid into the riser, and an auger just in case he has to carve through ice to get some fishing done. He's also got a couple of houndeyes with him; the biggest is dozing off next to his chair, but two smaller ones are busy romping around the table in a game of three-legged multi-eyeballed tag.

He could, nonetheless, be bothered.

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[unglitched]

It took Vanellope almost two weeks to find her way back into Milliways. She's still not entirely sure how she got here this time. But she's going to make sure she can get back. With that in mind, she's investigating every nook and cranny of the place, hoping to find some exploit or back door she can use to access the place more reliably.

At the moment, she's focusing on the rafters. Because it's fun.