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ΔTᴏᴛᴀʟʟʏ Sᴇʀɪᴏᴜs Tʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ 004∇ [Action]

[On this particularly blustery day, Pascal is lounging around in the library and making a general mess of the area around her. There are books laid out all over the table she's sat at, some piled up close by on the floor, everywhere. Even then she keeps getting up to find some other book to add to her collection. Most of the books she's reading through follow the theme of today's weather. Be it wind socks, wind surfing, anemometers, windmills, whatever, she's likely found a book on it. There's one particular book the she's so fully engrossed in that she doesn't even notice when a stack of books slips of the table.

Flying a kite sounds like a blast! There are so many different kinds of kites with different designs to them out there. To Pascal it seems like a great way to make the best out of the weather. Now she could just go and look for a kite in the item shop and see what comes up, but where's the fun in that? She's going to make her own. She makes a few trips to the item shop for some craft supplies, bring her haul back to the library so she can start her work (and make even more of a mess than before).]

[With her work soon finished, Pascal can be found testing out her kite in the plaza. She's running around all over the place, waving her arms like a madwoman in an attempt to get her kite to take off.]

C'mon, you can do it! Three, two, one, go go go!! [We have lift off! Pascal's excitement is short lived however as a particularly strong gust of wind sends the kite swerving downwards, causing it to crash into the ground not long after it took off. Wooden canes and construction paper everywhere.] Aw bananas, the wind completely totaled it... Oh well! [That was just a test flight anyway. Time to make another one!]

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[Finally, in the afternoon, Pascal has finished her second kite and has managed to get it airborne. This isn't just any normal box kite though. There are two strings leading from the kite, one is used to keep the kite under control and the other is a pullstring. When Pascal yanks down on the pullstring, confetti starts spilling out of the kite! The wind helps in spreading the confetti around, effectively showering the plaza with multicoloured paper. Hopefully the colourful display will help cheer a few people up, especially given the draft from not too long ago and the number of entries she's seen about people going home over the journals.

While the confetti pouring out of the sky looks impressive, it's going to look a lot less interesting when it's piled up on the ground and being blown all over the place. The books and remaining craft supplies she left in the library don't look all that great either. She should probably figure out how she's going to clean everything up. Maybe. At some point. Later... Feel free to run into Pascal at any point during her day, from messing up the library to flying her kites!]

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Really, now, unless we've just started a particularly strange experiment I doubt they'll answer.

[But when he starts looking around the shelves, he does so with a smile.]

Whassat now? [Sorry Cecil, she's too busy shouting about finding things to hear that.] Wait, here, this was totally the table I was working on before! Man, it's cleaner than clean.

[Bah. Someone moved her stuff after all. That sucks.]

[Ah. He's not surprised, but it's a bit of a shame.]

If you're lucky, they might have merely put it aside to clear some room for readers. Perhaps someone else in the room knows where?

Hey, good idea. I'll try asking around!

[In the noisiest and most disruptive way she can manage.]

Hey guys, anyone see any stuff around here?! There was this really thick paper, wooden cane things, all sorts of cool stuff!

...You might to precise on which table you left them and when, along with their more eye-catching colors.

[He doesn't even bother to tell her to do it more quietly, even if he's looking out for angry readers armed with books.]

It was this table, right- Wait, was it this one? I'm thinkin' it might be a different table now. It coulda been that one table we passed when we came in.

[Or was it even that table? Man these things should be labeled or something.]

Bzzt, false alarm, our table has gotta be somewhere else.

[...How does one forget which table they'd been using...?]

Well, that's certainly a relief. Not having to track everything down would make our lives much easier.

[It's an acquired skill.]

I dunno, this is kinda fun! Like a treasure hunt but you know what the treasure is or something. [...] So I was thinkin' the table I was at was way more bookish than this one, probably.

...If they moved your supplies, they must also have moved the books...

[Cecil has not yet learned that logic is not welcome here today.]

[Logic is more than welcome! But only if it's Pascal brand logic.]

Yuh-huh, but I mean like the area was more booky than over here, there were books all over the place. [She says while standing in a library full of books.] C'mon, let's go check out that other table! March!

...As far as I can tell, the volume of books in the room is spread relatively evenly.

[But if she says so.]

Do you remember what subjects could be found on the nearby shelves? Fiction, children's stories...?

I dunno, I kinda just filtered out all the stuff that wasn't do to with kites. I'm pretty sure there were a few aviation books knocking around though!

[Hup, two, three, four. She keeps up a literal march to the other table for a couple of steps but soon goes back to walking normally, peering at the bookshelves as they pass by them.]

We'll simply have to look for those, then.

[And that's exactly what Cecil now does!

...Except he has no idea what aviation is.]

[But Cecil! Airships!

It's not long before a book that has nothing to do with kites or aviation ends up catching Pascal's eye. She takes the book from the shelf and starts flipping through it.]

Huh! Didja know the largest bunch of bananas ever had four hundred and seventy three bananas growing from it?

[The roots of the words aren't the same, how is he supposed to know they have anything to do with each other?

But my, that is an interesting fact!]

Four hundred and seventy-three? ...Either that bunch was bigger than the average chocobo, or those were tiny bananas.

They all look regular banana sized to me here! But wait, chocowhatnow?

[She looks up to ask the question while still flipping through the book in her hand for some other record.]

Are there no chocobos in your world? Birds that are tall enough to ride, mostly yellow but sometimes white or black, with a rather terrible smell...

[As he speaks, he keeps looking for her supplies. It's not going well.]

Nope, there's nothin' like that flying around back home. Too bad, they sound like a blast to me!

[There are certainly some large, bird like monsters, but those aren't exactly rideable. Oh, maybe there's something about birds in this book.]

Ooh, here ya go! The largest bird ever is the elephant bird, and that's like eleven feet tall.

[Eh, that's pretty big... What was she looking for again?]

With 'elephant' as part of their name, of course they'd be particularly large. But that information must be relevant to only a single world...

[Supplies, supplies, where are youuuu?]

Yeah, I'm getting the same feeling. I dunno what world it is, but an elephant bird still sounds pretty cool. [Oh man, there's even a picture here of what an elephant bird might have looked like!] Aww, it doesn't even have a trunk...

[Talk about a misleading name. It sort of looks like a huge emu. Cecil what are you doing? Come and take a look at this giant bird picture!]

A trunk would probably be inconvenient during flight...

[Oh hell, he's way overthinking this.]

Were all of your supplies yellow, or should I look for other colors?

Nah, says here that they're flightless birds. Or were or whatever.

[Since they've apparently gone extinct, according to the book. It must suck to be a bird without the whole flying thing going for you... Wait, supplies? Oh!]

Uhuh, yeah, lotsa yellow! There were some other colours and stuff in there too. Ooh, and there was some wood and other bits and pieces to hold it all together, you know?

Like yellow chocobos, then. I wonder what killed them?

[Ah, relevant information! ...Somewhat.]

I see a yellow book on this side, but I doubt it was part of your pile...

I dunno, but we can find out right here! [...] Ooor we can find out some other time.

[Right. Finding supplies. Uncovering the mysteries of the elephant bird can come another time. Pascal slams the book closed and slips it under her arm, she's definitely borrowing this one they're done.]

The yellow stuff was more the constructy paper and less the books and other reading stuff I was using. I'll go take a looksee over there!

Very well. I'll take a look over- No, never mind. There's too much dust here, nothing could have been put there recently.

[Thus he moves on to the next row, with a sneeze barely escaping him as he moves.]

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