#verse fluctuation declaration (threads)

[prcgnantdistrcught]

“beatrice my darling,” kit cooed, looking over at her dear friend who was sitting on the other side of the table. she was enjoying a lunch with her old friend, and she was ready to have some conversations with someone who was not a man, a gender that she was not able to shake these days. as the fires in the quagmire mansion raged, she had been forced to chase down a man with a very large gun disguised as a statue of an angel, and she was meant to sleep and rest, but there was nothing that she could do but keep moving. this was a time to finally rest. 

“i don’t want you to be surprised but i do have an interesting lead when it comes to potential fire starters, and i must say that it’s an interesting turn of events to say the least,” kit said leaning over and pouring her bitter, yet decaf tea into a cup, and then pressing that cup to her lips. “but please do guess. i want to see how close you can get to my actual news. i think it would be interesting to see how close you can get.” 

kit loved playing guessing games. it made her feel smart, and it was fun to connect and see what other people knew about what topic she was trying to spread information about. 

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kit let out a long, low, and very deliberate sigh at the words of the person standing in front of her. to be honest she had never gotten a good read on the person’s gender, and so she was never sure what to call them or what to refer to them by. and it was not as if they simply wore name tags with which one could identify them by. so this person, or as she referred to them, the impeccably dressed villain, was getting on one of her last remaining nerves. and she had found she had fewer and fewer nerves left in her body. it was partially because of the state of the world, and partially because of the state of her head. 

“and what...exactly do you think that you will be able to do with me? do you think that you’ll be able to get information out of me?” she said, a laugh that was very sarcastic. she placed her hand on the table in front of her. her hair was barely contained in it’s bun and there were pencils holding that in place. she had so little time left in the day, the fires that were burning still lit up the night sky. she turned her attention back to the impeccably dressed villain and back to getting out of the situation. 

“so...if you don’t realize that you are wasting your time i’d love to be let free, i think a person like you can understand that i am a very busy woman.” 

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“dewey! please come down!” 

kit was calling up to an empty space in the hotel. the place she knew the sub sub librarian to stay. he was an interesting fellow and she cared for him, but he was awfully hard to find. she supposed that this was the nature of his work. she sat on the floor, legs crossed, pulling her dress hem over her knees so that it lightly came and pulled over the floor. she had a very small book of poetry, and she had a very small basket of sweets, a treat for the one who enjoyed living in the ceilings so much. she placed her hands on her lap and waited. though if he waited much longer to come she might begin to read to pass the time. 

@vfdlibrarian // starter call

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“beatrice, have you seen this book, it’s quite a good tale.”

kit, was holding the small tale in her hands. it was a lovely little tale, one about a pair of women who were able to defeat a villain by unlocking a set china from a cabinet. it was an idea. it was a way to show that she had a plan to defeat a particularly disgusting man who was using a hornet to make people become very itchy. he was a real life man, and this was a real message.

“you should give it a read, immediately.”

@batricee​ // starter call

[prcgnantdistrcught]

kit considered herself a lovely party guest, and she considered herself a lovely party host, and this was a strange party where she was both the host and the guest of a party. she was outwardly a guest, to eat lovely tea sandwiches and talk to other guests, and have a good time. but really she was the host. she had made this party with two purposes in mind, first to identify the good volunteers, and then to identify the villains, and then to capture all of the ones that would do them harm. she was getting bad at the parties though. it was harder and harder to find disguises as she gained a more and more distinctive form. so she had many friends, and they were being trained to take up her mantel. one such person was the young sebald, sally. she approached the other woman and nodded casually. 

“have you seen anything yet?” she asked, attempting to make it look casual. 

@theyoungersebald \\ starter call 

[prcgnantdistrcught]

@theyoungersebald || X

“i love the stars as well,” kit said, sighing as well “but i know that they, like all of us, they all die and become dust. it is only a matter of time.”

[prcgnantdistrcught]

“fiona darling” kit said, eyes roaming over the small plate in front of her. it was a dish prepared by the lovely phil, on the deck of the queequeg. she was there to give them a message, a task, something that she had been told to pass on previously. there was a tense breath going through these meetings, and while she was not afraid of giving the message, she knew that the lives of so many would change quickly. it would be best, she figured, to move slowly and to speak of things that the young woman enjoyed before telling her the important news. 

“do tell me, what sort of mushrooms are these? i was told to be careful of certain mushrooms, and i know that mushrooms are a particular interest of yours,” 

@triangular-lenses \\ starter call 

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@sebaldcoded || X

“if you are old gustav, then i am a fossil,” kit said with a small smile. she felt like a fossil many days. a left over piece of a time long past, a time that no matter how hard they tried no one could save. but she would try not to let her own sadness ruin this occasion. a meeting between friends. 

“i don’t see any gray hairs. and i have no reason to lie to you, though i suppose you might look distinguished with the color in your hair.”