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xp_logsMiles appropriate Topaz's new library toys.
"And..." Topaz tapped each little... puffin thing once, and they immediately came to life, bouncing around on her desk. She smiled, satisfied. She had a small, but steadily growing army of stuffed animals doing things around the library (nothing intense, mostly cleaning up trash people had left behind and alerting her when books were out of order), and she hadn't been able to resist buying these two little things when she had been at the store earlier. "Alright, go on," she said, stepping back, and they took off into the library to help their fellow minions. She went into the back (her office, she supposed, but it was weird to think about that) to grab a couple of things.
Though visiting this weekend primarily for training, Miles still had papers to write, and no way he would get anything done in his shared suite with Bobby, so off to the library he went. When he stepped in, though, he realized he would not get any work done.
"Oh. My. God." Miles crossed himself and said a little prayer. He could not believe what he was seeing. He had to actually check to make sure he had not stepped into Ahch To. Dropping his bag, he carefully approached the porg and held out a hand. When it sniffed him and cooed, he promptly swiped it and ran out of the library. He did not know why he did it or where he was going, he just knew he NEEDED this porg.
Unfortunately for him, the porg had been enchanted with the ingrained order to stay in the library at all times. It was something Topaz had been working on - keeping enchanted things within certain borders. The moment he was out the door, it squealed and began struggling in his arms. The squeal was high-pitched, and Topaz almost immediately appeared in the library door, bewildered.
"What's going - Miles? What're you doing?"
"Nothing! Nothing is happening! Please go back to your regularly scheduled business!" Terrified he would crush the porg if he continued restraining its wild thrashing, he sadly let it go and watched it waddle back to safety in the library. "Aww, porg, no."
Topaz raised an eyebrow at him, then bent down and scooped up the little stuffie. "What'd you call it?" She asked blankly.
". . . A porg? From Last Jedi, you know? Where'd you even get it? They're all sold out everywhere. And they definitely don't scream and movie like a demented Tickle-Me Bender."
"Last what?" Topaz asked. "I dunno, I found a couple at Target." She shrugged. "Thought they'd be good for aerial security in the library. I've never tried to make anything fly. And it screamed because you took it beyond the border. I don't know if you've noticed but I have a habit of letting objects that are supposed to be inanimate loose in the mission. Trying to fix that."
Mostly sure he was not going to get disciplined for attempted theft, Miles walked back to the library and peered at the creature in Topaz's arms. "Oh, you did your magic thingie." He did jazz hands to signify the spell. "They're called porgs. From the new Star Wars movie. They're the best."
"Porgs," Topaz repeated, looking down at the stuffie. "Mind if I ask why you were trying to steal it?"
"It wasn't stealing, it was . . . liberation." Good to know that college education was going to something. "Porgs are the best. I needed it, you don't understand."
"Not even a little," Topaz agreed readily, gathering some magic and tapping the thing - Porg? - again. It chirped and flew back to Miles, settling on his shoulder. "I wouldn't bring it back to school with you."
Miles would fight anyone who described the sound he made as a girlish squee. It was a very manly exclamation of surprise and excitement. "Ganke's gonna lose it. How many more of these can you make? Like, say, maybe a whole island's worth?"
"Don't push it," Topaz said in what could have been a jokingly warning tone. She'd never admit it. "And be careful. It should listen to you, but I've never tried to tie something to someone else before. Don't take it anywhere until you know it'll stay still. Amanda'll have my head if she finds out I'm handing out animated stuffed animals."
"All I'm saying is, you could be richer than Warren if you marketed these. So many people would want a porg of their own."
"I'll stick to my quiet life as an undercover witch and mutant," Topaz said dryly, turning to head back into her office.
"I bet Stephen would go into business with me . . ."
"All I need to do is snap my fingers and that goes back to being a stuffed animal," Topaz threatened.
Miles held it close to shield it from harm. "That's inhumane! You can't create life and then take it away."
"I can if you tell anyone," Topaz said. "Seriously, you can show your friend, and you can keep it in your dorm if you want, but anyone outside your circle of people who know you're a mutant are off limits."
He was about to say he would not negotiate with terrorists, but he knew a loss when he saw one. "Fine, your terms are acceptable," he sighed dramatically. "What's another secret to keep, anyway?"
"If you don't have at least ten, you're doing your life wrong," Topaz said sagely, turning to head back into the library. "Enjoy your new pet."
"Wepa!" Christmas came back around for a second round. Just wait until he told Ganke what he was bringing back. Ganke would completely lose it.
Miles was halfway to the staircase before he remembered why he had come to the library in the first place, and that he had left his bag there. He paused, shrugged, and continued walking. It could wait. He took out his phone from his pocket to open Face Time. Ganke had to see this now.
"And..." Topaz tapped each little... puffin thing once, and they immediately came to life, bouncing around on her desk. She smiled, satisfied. She had a small, but steadily growing army of stuffed animals doing things around the library (nothing intense, mostly cleaning up trash people had left behind and alerting her when books were out of order), and she hadn't been able to resist buying these two little things when she had been at the store earlier. "Alright, go on," she said, stepping back, and they took off into the library to help their fellow minions. She went into the back (her office, she supposed, but it was weird to think about that) to grab a couple of things.
Though visiting this weekend primarily for training, Miles still had papers to write, and no way he would get anything done in his shared suite with Bobby, so off to the library he went. When he stepped in, though, he realized he would not get any work done.
"Oh. My. God." Miles crossed himself and said a little prayer. He could not believe what he was seeing. He had to actually check to make sure he had not stepped into Ahch To. Dropping his bag, he carefully approached the porg and held out a hand. When it sniffed him and cooed, he promptly swiped it and ran out of the library. He did not know why he did it or where he was going, he just knew he NEEDED this porg.
Unfortunately for him, the porg had been enchanted with the ingrained order to stay in the library at all times. It was something Topaz had been working on - keeping enchanted things within certain borders. The moment he was out the door, it squealed and began struggling in his arms. The squeal was high-pitched, and Topaz almost immediately appeared in the library door, bewildered.
"What's going - Miles? What're you doing?"
"Nothing! Nothing is happening! Please go back to your regularly scheduled business!" Terrified he would crush the porg if he continued restraining its wild thrashing, he sadly let it go and watched it waddle back to safety in the library. "Aww, porg, no."
Topaz raised an eyebrow at him, then bent down and scooped up the little stuffie. "What'd you call it?" She asked blankly.
". . . A porg? From Last Jedi, you know? Where'd you even get it? They're all sold out everywhere. And they definitely don't scream and movie like a demented Tickle-Me Bender."
"Last what?" Topaz asked. "I dunno, I found a couple at Target." She shrugged. "Thought they'd be good for aerial security in the library. I've never tried to make anything fly. And it screamed because you took it beyond the border. I don't know if you've noticed but I have a habit of letting objects that are supposed to be inanimate loose in the mission. Trying to fix that."
Mostly sure he was not going to get disciplined for attempted theft, Miles walked back to the library and peered at the creature in Topaz's arms. "Oh, you did your magic thingie." He did jazz hands to signify the spell. "They're called porgs. From the new Star Wars movie. They're the best."
"Porgs," Topaz repeated, looking down at the stuffie. "Mind if I ask why you were trying to steal it?"
"It wasn't stealing, it was . . . liberation." Good to know that college education was going to something. "Porgs are the best. I needed it, you don't understand."
"Not even a little," Topaz agreed readily, gathering some magic and tapping the thing - Porg? - again. It chirped and flew back to Miles, settling on his shoulder. "I wouldn't bring it back to school with you."
Miles would fight anyone who described the sound he made as a girlish squee. It was a very manly exclamation of surprise and excitement. "Ganke's gonna lose it. How many more of these can you make? Like, say, maybe a whole island's worth?"
"Don't push it," Topaz said in what could have been a jokingly warning tone. She'd never admit it. "And be careful. It should listen to you, but I've never tried to tie something to someone else before. Don't take it anywhere until you know it'll stay still. Amanda'll have my head if she finds out I'm handing out animated stuffed animals."
"All I'm saying is, you could be richer than Warren if you marketed these. So many people would want a porg of their own."
"I'll stick to my quiet life as an undercover witch and mutant," Topaz said dryly, turning to head back into her office.
"I bet Stephen would go into business with me . . ."
"All I need to do is snap my fingers and that goes back to being a stuffed animal," Topaz threatened.
Miles held it close to shield it from harm. "That's inhumane! You can't create life and then take it away."
"I can if you tell anyone," Topaz said. "Seriously, you can show your friend, and you can keep it in your dorm if you want, but anyone outside your circle of people who know you're a mutant are off limits."
He was about to say he would not negotiate with terrorists, but he knew a loss when he saw one. "Fine, your terms are acceptable," he sighed dramatically. "What's another secret to keep, anyway?"
"If you don't have at least ten, you're doing your life wrong," Topaz said sagely, turning to head back into the library. "Enjoy your new pet."
"Wepa!" Christmas came back around for a second round. Just wait until he told Ganke what he was bringing back. Ganke would completely lose it.
Miles was halfway to the staircase before he remembered why he had come to the library in the first place, and that he had left his bag there. He paused, shrugged, and continued walking. It could wait. He took out his phone from his pocket to open Face Time. Ganke had to see this now.
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Date: 2018-01-11 09:09 am (UTC)