1st Period--Arriving.

[wanna_bash_heads]

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 "Aw man...Is this the nightmare where my teacher's been replaced by a Kraang and is making us write essays again?"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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[dulcet_cellist]

"Don't open the books without permission." The most important thing to remember. He wanted to read them all, but the Cat said it could be dangerous.

Sebastian couldn't think of anything else important at the moment without having to go into details and he wasn't sure he was the right person. But he could think of a few questions he wanted to ask.

"Should I continue calling you Mr. Whatever or do you have a name?"

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That made Casey grin, hopping off the desk and moving closer. Still trying to size the other man up, but not with any hostility. "Name's Casey Jones. Vigilante from New York, experienced with clearing out the robo-ninjas, alien invasions, evil mutants, and scum infesting my city."

Holding out his hand, clearly proud of himself.

[dulcet_cellist]

Sebastian hesitated longer than he should have before slowly accepting Casey's hand. Now that they were closer he could see his eyes better despite the paint on the others face.

Vigilante made the outfit make more sense.

"Sebastian." He couldn't think of anything to add. Cellist seemed a bit boring in comparison.

[wanna_bash_heads]

"No wonder your a bit quiet with a name like that." Casey commented, teasing. Then again, compared to the names the guys had, Sebastian was normal. The handshake was firm, with hint of challenge and playful. Almost a clasp, more than a proper shake.

It matched what Sebastian had seen of the other so far.

"Guessing this is all kind of new to you." Not that it wasn't new to Casey, but he was feeling like he had a definite edge up. He was used to the hero-gig.

[dulcet_cellist]

Sebastian didn't mind the teasing about his name. He'd heard it all before. This time didn't feel cruel or spiteful.

"It's...different." He smiled, just a little, and looked around at the books. This was something good in some ways that he had needed. "I'm guessing this isn't new to you."

Casey Jones accepted things so easily it seemed.

[wanna_bash_heads]

"Being surrounded by this many books when I'm not in school is definitely new." Casey responded easily, pulling back and heading back to lean against the main desk. Shrugging out of the hockey-gloves, to put his hands in his front-hoodie-pocket.

"So how're we supposed to save this place? Is it always rescuing escaped story-characters?"

[dulcet_cellist]

"But books are amazing. And these books are magical."

Excuse the book nerd getting too excited about books. Sebastian seemed to catch himself and quickly redirected himself back to the more important question.

"Rescue seems to be part of it. Rebuilding and repairing, cleaning and organizing."

The Cat was definitely better with explaining the details.

"You would probably be really good with rescue."

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"It's more interesting than the other stuff, but I could help with that too I suppose." Nah, not gonna tease the book-nerd. Just yet at least. "Besides, magic-books kind of makes sense. Not the cheesy way they always like to tell you they're magic, anyways. These are actual MAGIC-magic, right?"

[dulcet_cellist]

"They're both. Some are just more dangerous than others. But I've been seeing birds and I think they're actually escaping the books the way Bambi and the others did. I think."

Not that he's assuming the birds are coming out just for him. Others may see them, too. He just hasn't asked anyone about it yet.

Sebastian caught himself again.

"This is why it's so important to help protect and rebuild the library."

[wanna_bash_heads]

Casey shrugged, hands in his pockets, still accepting this all with relative ease so far. "Suppose as long as it's not like in that one black and white movie, escaping birds isn't as big a problem as it could be."

Also as long as it wasn't rats. Casey was...better; a few too many encounters with said furry rodents, both normal sized and giant, were a great 'help' to his phobia. But he still didn't like 'em at the best of times.

"You mentioned others. How many are there? Is there like a base camp or lair?"

[dulcet_cellist]

"Birds are nice." Sebastian frowned a bit trying to think of a movie about evil birds. It was definitely not something he would have watched, but he thought maybe he had at least heard of it. Or, perhaps, it was a movie that only existed where Casey was from.

The 'lair' question received a slightly more confused look. It was a library, not a battle field.

"No. We have rooms and beds. I'm not sure how many others there are here. I've only met a few others."

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"Huh, that's a start. Individual or shared rooms?" Casey was kind of pleased to hear at least it was somewhat organized. Would give him a place to stash his gear and a starting point to explore. "How does everyone communicate either? Do we have cellphones here?"

What was the reception like, and did he have his cell on him still anyways? That was a good question, as he patted at his pocket and in the pouches on his holster. He'd gotten service inside a giant space-worm's stomach, so why not a huge magic library?

[dulcet_cellist]

"Bookmarks." Which was a bit like magic in his opinion and he was sure Casey would receive one if he chose to accept the invitation to stay. "I still have my iPod and cell phone, but there isn't a way to charge them."

He missed his music. So very much.

"But Alec said we could visit places where we can shop for clothes so I suppose you could charge them there."

Something that he only now realized. He couldn't wait to share his idea with Alec.

[wanna_bash_heads]

Well that explained that, as he'd located the small communicator shaped like a green turtle-shell, with a smartphone-screen. Flicking it revealed no signal. "What, like the little ribbon things?" That was what Casey thought of when he though bookmark.

Poking at his communicator anyways, trying to get through to April, or Donnie. Mostly because Donnie'd be so jealous of where Casey was. Definitely no signal, even if he could pull up the screens.

[dulcet_cellist]

"It's...complicated. But, no, not like the ribbon things. You should talk to the Cat."

Sebastian was a little distracted the thing Casey was holding. It looked like a small turtle.

"Is that your phone?"

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Casey sighed, and turned it so Sebastian could see it, screen currently blank, before he tucked it away again. "Donnie made it and the others. I didn't really have much use for a cell phone or similar before meeting them though." The T-phones really were kind of neat though, Casey had to give Donnie props.

"So how do I find the cat?"