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[hackrid]

OK so... I've gooed pretty much everything that looks suspicious in this creeptastic little resort - which probably makes sense to no one - but! We're all still here so obviously I'm a little out of my depth.

[ major shruggage, usa, population: claudia. still, undaunted! ]

If you see anything kind of uh, out of place? Which I get is kind of -- everything. But you know the old saying if you see something say something? A funky necklace, or maybe an old Glockenspiel, you know: weird stuff. It would be cool if I could take a look at it.

Oh-- Claudia. Is me. Hey hey, yo! [ insert eyebrow waggle. ]

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[anotheradjective]

I keep thinking alternative dimension, though to what world is the question. As for secrets, I wonder how much we can learn about returning, for those that can't, if we don't at least share a little.

[Especially since Cassie was one of the ones yet to find her doorway back to the Library where she had started.]

I didn't, no. The first Librarian did, I think. They're keyed to the Librarian. Which is why when our Guardian moves things, they move back. It's cute watching her rave about it.

As for the things we find, we file them. Well, he does. The head Librarian. We just kind of help fix things.

[hackrid]

Whoa, wait. You have a Guardian too? [ she can't help it. claudia needs to know more. ] Do they protect your Library?

[anotheradjective]

We do. [Now she was really beginning to wonder if the door here was more than places but time as well. Could this be the Library under another name? Or another one?]

She more protects the Librarian. They tend to... rush in where angels fear to tread. All of us.

[hackrid]

Like your own personal bodyguard. [ color claudia impressed. also envious! ] That is sick!