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1st Period--Arriving.

Ok, maybe he had taken one too many hockey pucks to the head. Casey groaned as he sat up slowly, wondering what had knocked him out this time. Brown eyes widened behind the skull-hockey mask as he took in the main hall. "Aw man...Is this the nightmare where my teacher's been replaced by a Kraang and is making us write essays again?" Clearly a teenager's voice, as he gets to his feet.

At least he was in his vigilante gear and ready to fight if it came to it. Still, this place almost reminded him of the sewer tunnels around the lair, except for all the books. Donnie'd love it. Turning in a wide circle to take it all in, before spotting the main reception desk.

Alright--libraries weren't his favorite places to go, but he had been in them. Occasionally. When forced to, or lose his spot on the team. Moving over to the desk, keeping his mask down for now. "Excuse me!" Not bothering to keep his voice down either, as he looked for anyone who might provide him answers.

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The Cat was watching their newest patron from one of the higher shelves. Curled up so that he looked like a black ball of fur, the tip of his tail lashed slightly as he considered how to best to approach the teenager.

Ears lowering at the volume of Jones' voice, the Cat sighed. Shouting in the Library wasn't a problem except the Cat's ears were sensitive. Really, some people had no sense of manners.

Sighing, he stood, stretching his front legs in front of him and arching his back before hopping down. He sauntered over to the desk and jumped on top of it so he was closer to Jones' height. "You will be excused if you use a tone of voice that is better suited for those who have a unique hearing range."

Woah---talking cat! Casey's eyes widened, as that was a new one. At least it seemed friendly? Good thing Master Splinter wasn't around--although probably the cats should be scared of him.

His head tilted as he stared at the feline, trying to figure out if this was another mutant or part of the dream or what. Finally he shrugged, crossing his arms casually. "I'm not really one for whispering..." But he did lower the volume a bit.

"Whispering is not necessary. Screaming is rude, especially when speaking to someone with hearing more sensitive than your own." Wrapping his tail around his paws, he studied their new patron carefully, trying to decide if Jones would see him as a cat or as another type of being. "Welcome to the Library. I am the Non-Fiction Librarian. Do you remember why you were brought here?"

Casey blinked, and shrugged. "I heard some voices saying 'save us' if that's what you mean." Talking cat that acted as a Librarian. Not the weirdest thing he's ever encountered.

"That was our Head Librarian. He sent out a call to ask for assistance in keeping the Library safe. Those who wished to help were brought here." His tail curled in a lazy question mark shape. "There are a few rules for our patrons to follow but overall you are our guest."

Well, helping save a library wasn't the coolest thing in the world, but Casey certainly didn't mind. He was all for saving the world, really. Mostly his city, but the world by extension. That was where he kept all his stuff anyways.

"Is it like normal library rules?" Like keeping your voice down.

"This is not a normal library. The Library connects worlds and if it or its books are damaged, the results will be... unpleasant." Sitting straighter, the Cat hummed thoughtfully. "Things may occasionally escape from the pages of the books. Some must not be harmed. The Librarians will direct you on which must be protected. You are not allowed to harm the other patrons. There will be no killing. No fights for reasons other than training. We wish to ensure the safety our patrons as much as possible while they are within our walls. You may not access information that is beyond what is known in your world and profit from it. We cannot have realities being altered by knowledge that they are not ready for."

Casey was ok with pretty much all the rules. Admittedly, it'd be hard if like Hun showed up, because the vigilante was pretty sure that HE would try to fight, and Casey'd have to defend himself...

"How do you enforce the no fighting thing, if you get people who are enemies?" Actually it was a good question. He had no intention of harming anyone who didn't deserve it...

"Enforcement depends on the crime." The Cat stretched languidly, his version of a shrug. "If it is a small infraction, then certain privileges will be revoked. For larger ones, the punishment is more severe. If someone cannot obey the rules, then they will be removed."

This reminded him of the type of questions the HYDRA agent had asked. "Whatever conflicts or vendettas you have in your past life are to be forgotten here. You are here to protect something greater than your home. Your grievances were left behind for the greater good. The patrons will coexist peacefully while within the Library. Only those who have promised to help us and are committed to that promise are brought here."

Curling his tail around his paws, he stared at Jones with a Sphinx like expression. "I would rather not be forced to punish our patrons for infractions that could be easily avoided."

Casey held up his hands in a placating manner. "Easy, I just wondered. I'm really not looking to make trouble, not if you brought me here to help SAVE things."

Talking cat that was obviously not a mutant? Strange enough that Casey wasn't going to tangle with it. Not when it was on his side, and clearly wanted him to help with things.

"Anything else I should know?" Flipping up the Hockey-mask to get a better look. Never mind the skull-face paint underneath; vanilla human here otherwise.

"We have had others here who have considered continuing their squabbles. Best to stop that before it starts." His posture slowly relaxed before the Cat began washing a paw. "You're here to save more than things. Each world that our patrons left is in danger. Those worlds and countless others are what are at risk."

Pausing, he let those words sink in before continuing. "What would you like to know about? I will answer what questions I may but others are off limits."

Casey shrugged, moving to lean against the desk by the Cat. "Hey, I enjoy a good fight don't get me wrong, but if it's that important? No qualms about waiting for someone else to start it." Which, considering how important this was getting?

Let it not be said Casey had NO sense...

"So we're guests? Where're we staying? Is there like a hotel in here or something?"

His tail thumped against the desk as the Cat considered those words. "I hope you aren't considering the 'he started it so I finished it' mentality. Protecting yourself is acceptable if attacked but if more force than necessary is used, then all who participated will be punished." The Cat yawned, baring needle-sharp fangs. "I am not known to be lenient when certain rules are broken.

"There are rooms available for our patrons. Each has a the basics necessary for each being." Using his tail, he pointed in the correct direction where Jones would find some of the rooms. "There is a market where you may purchase what things you might need."

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wanna_bash_heads - 2015-10-04 04:13 (UTC) - Expand

Cue Sebastian leaning around a shelf of books to find the source of the noise. Not that there was anything wrong with noise in a library this size. Anyone who wanted quiet could find it. But that didn't stop the look of disapproval and suspicion. He had to remind himself the people here were invited.

Although once he set eyes on the noisy person he had to wonder why this person.

Casey wasn't always the most intelligent person, book-smart-speaking, but he decent instincts. He'd also been training and working with the turtles for several months now. Besides his experience watching his periphery in Hockey. Slowly turning his head, making sure he was right as he saw the other boy leaning around the shelf.

"Hey!" Yep, still his normal speaking volume. "You know what's going on here?"

Too late to hide behind the shelf and let someone else deal with the faceless noisy person. Not that he was hiding to begin with. He just sometimes preferred the company of books over people.

Sebastian started to step out, open his mouth to speak, and then realized: how did he know this person had been invited here?

"I suppose that depends."

"On what?"

Casey asked in response, faint challenge in the tone. He kept his hands where the other could see them though. Posture open, even if he was still hiding in his vigilante gear.

"I mean, I suppose if it's a dream it doesn't matter. If it's not though, I'd kind of like to know so I can get back to what I was doing?" Gesturing to the side with his right hand. "Unless waking up in a strange place that looks like a giant library is normal for you, in which case you have one strange life, man."

Sebastian frowned a bit and looked around at the books before fully stepping out from behind the shelf. He was offended on the books behalf. They were better company than most people in his opinion.

"I'm not the one wearing a B-rated horror movie costume so I don't think you're in a position to comment on strange."

"You have no idea." Casey murmured, more to himself as he was amused by the sudden display of spirit. "Whatever man." More loudly, addressing the other man again as he crossed his arms over his chest. "You gonna explain what's going on or not?"

Besides, his costume was NOT B-rated. It worked plenty well for what he needed it for.

"Remove your mask and ask politely." Sebastian crossed his arms as well. He wasn't being unreasonable. He didn't like not being able to see this person's face. Or, more importantly, their eyes.

Clear there was skepticism in Casey, even with the mask covering his face and his hood up. "Why, got something to hide?" Still with that hint of challenge in his tone as he stared at the other.

Assessing, sizing up.

If this was a dream, or nightmare, wouldn't he have woken up by now? Or was this when the evil robo ninjas would appear? Because that'd be cool!

"I'm not the one hiding behind a mask."

It was a little late to be wishing he'd stayed behind the bookshelf. Sebastian considered trying to contact someone more capable of handling this person who was starting to make him very uncomfortable. Who dressed like that?! And who refused to remove their mask?! Why was even wearing one?!

"There are others here, Mr. Whatever."

Just to make it clear Sebastian wasn't alone.

Casey's mouth twisted behind his mask, unsure if he wanted to keep dealing with this, or actually get answers. Quiet for a bit, including an eyeroll, before he sighed out an exasperated. "Fine."

Flipping up the hockey-mask; not that it helped much, considering he'd painted his face too.

"Don't you know it's rude to ask about the mask?" Wasn't that the comic book rule? Come on!

"Seriously?" Sebastian was clearly not amused that not only was this person wearing a mask he was wearing a mask under the mask. "I'm finding it difficult to believe you were invited."

Yes. He was being just a tiny bit of a brat about this. But this person was stubborn and rude.

"Invited?" What did he mean by that? Casey tilted his head, crossing his arms again. Only half-paying attention to the other man now. "So this isn't some kind of crazy dream?"

Tilting his head to the other side, as he continued speaking mostly to himself. Not that he'd lowered the volume... "Although, that would explain the whispering..." A grin split the painted face, and he pounded one fist into his hand. "Alright, I KNEW I had a destiny."

Clearly this was an exciting prospect, Sebastian almost all but forgotten. "First it was evil robo ninjas! Then, mutating-brain-alien-invasion! Now, it's saving...a...." The excitement had trailed off a bit as the realization hit him. An abrupt turn back to Sebastian, brown eyes narrowing. "Seriously, what AM I supposed to save anyways? All I heard was 'save us'?"