#rutgers

Sylvi looks around to see if any chimeric weapons have manifested along with Shana's transformation.

She appears to have a Ceremic skinned pig companion, complete with top hat. But weapons? She appears to be lacking

Sylvi steps a bit closer, ready to step in if necessary, glancing at Dagmar as she says to Shana, "You have what you need to fight them. Do it."

Shana pulls and strains "I don't have any weapons I..."

"See, I TOLE You that education was of no use" The Factory Clock explains "Ain't no good"

"Headbutt that jackass, Doc! You got weapons on you!"

Dagmar DOES have Flyswatter held at a ready angle - but she wants to give the prof a chance, first.

"Words can be excellent weapons, too!"

And, the college pro DOES, whamming the clock, she blinks as tweeting chimeric birds dance among her horns "Ow. "

But at least the clock looks shook

"Okay, sure, Sylvi has a point too."

"But good one!"

Meanwhile… some slight, and glamorous, ruckus outside the window! But, that’s on the other side of the office, and may not be anyone’s focus at the moment…

"Hey, I'm pro-horn, too."

A glance out the window.

Dagmar is ready to strike some chains to pieces!

There is… what? Some sort of chimera - it looks like a big, dusty tome, creaking with age, tattered in a way that even a sluagh might not love, and… oddly anthropomorphic, trundling towards the window on stomping feet, and with rolling eyes. A bookmark trails out of “mouth” like a tongue.

"Freakin' dandy. Incoming," Sylvi warns Dagmar and gets between the window and the professor.

"Welp, we knew this was a risk. Welcome to being a changeling, Doc!"

"Insert funny quip about 'using your head' here." Sylvi has her Bowie knife out.

"What is.. that?" She says glancing at the tome

"Revise & Resubmit! Revise & Resubmit!" A gaggle of nebbish-looking balding men in spectacles spill out from the bookshelves. They allw ear tweed jackets with elbow patches, and a large conference nametag reading "Reviewer #2"

Pages gaping, it speaks in a dry, sarcastic tone that sounds like… a jaded student?

“Of Human Bondage? It’s bondage just to be assigned that garbage.. It’s not just boring but infuriating - isn’t it just about some guy who makes bad decisions and won’t like, learn anything?” SCOFF.

“Great Expectations - hope no one had any for this book. Ugh! Pip is annoying and Miss Havis-whatever is a bore. It’s like a swamp to trudge through!”

“And don’t get my started on the Not so Great Gatsby. The characters are all ONE SIDEDand boring and it’s just some guy who parties all the time… can’t I just watch the movie?”

Then… the book turns! Something else has its attention, and it takes a few steps away from the window.

(OOC: I have to agree with the book, I fear.) "Dammit. Dagmar, you got this? Book's going after somebody else."

"Gah!" Dagmar stomps as the little critters swarm her ankles. "They bite!"

Shana seems to flicker... "I.. I.."

"Well, if the other fae don't know something is up, they're gonna see it soon."

"Doc! Hi! Sam! Or Dagmar, now. You're good, this is normal!"

Sylvi notices the little men a bit belatedly and joins in the stomping. "Hey, Professor, don't bail on us now."

Then the Pig snorts, and CHARGES the jaded book

Outside, there is a short red headed Clurichaun! She is waving coquettishly at the Jaded Book and distracting it from the chrysalis quite nicely - which gives Pig a good opening.

"Good pig" Shana seems to rally, "If you think you won't meet people in real life who don't learn, then you need to look in the mirror! And SO sorry if you accidentally learn a little endurance.... and you'ree probably one of the idiots who likes the Scarlet Letter for the BATH TUB SCENE"

THe book devlops rips as a teacher's scorn also strikes

Pages shed from the wounds!

"I don't always get to pick the curriculum, and you know what? You're ALLOWED to dislike a book, you're ALLOWED to loathe a character. I have some I don't like myself. You know what you don't GET to do? HALF ASS SKIM and then act like you're some GENIUS who is the first to ever dislike it when it is CLEAR you got your 'oh so clever insights' from a five minutes search on the angry parts of reddit. You complain about reading materials being unoriginal? How about some NEW insight into them? I'm sorry you're not getting laid between classes, but don't blame the books. Even VICTORIAN Lit doesn't have that cock blocking power. That's all on YOU, Genius!"

"Let it out!" Playing whack-a-mole with Reviewer 2's.

The tongue lolls and the book is knocked back as if struck!

The factory clock, badly damaged still tries to pull on the new Satyr. But the OTHER satyr, Masey, charges and pulls at the professor, breaking her free

Indeed, Shana has found her courage, and Satyr outrage, "You're NOT Holding me back. You're NOT blocking my way forward. And you're not despoiling what is magical and wonderful in this world. I've known where the sidewalk ends since I was eight. I've traveled the tesseract. I've known the smell of Green Gables. I've seen a fireman burn and then learn. I will NOT live in your sad narrow world. I'm GLORIOUSLY Tripping world to world, story to story, word to wonderful word!" She leaps on the book, and then throws it at the battered factory clock

Cairrean gives a “woo! You tell ‘em, girl!” And a grin as she lets the strings of glamour that were distracting the book into her direction fade.

A brief scowl and at least one of the attacking chimera is very much reduced to a smudge of glittery glamour-paste.

The Pig backpedals at the angry troll with the BIG Fly swatter, but then squeees happily as victory seems to be at hand

Oh there are other chimera... small fligments of whimsy and wonder from various stories, words flying on glamour trails. Other changelings do gather nearby, most to drink in some if they can, but others at least cheer. A new Kithain is among them!

“You know, I like the Great Gatsby. It really paints a fun dream of the roarin’ 20’s.” The clurichaun remarks to the new Satyr, offering her a hand up.

Dagmar quietly glowers.

"Some stories are better at narrative of plot, some of character, some of scenery" She says taking the hand, then looking over at Dagmar , Sylvi, and Masey "Thank you all. I...think that was oddly cathartic "

Masey HUGS the professor, "Welcome to the Sisterhood of Satyrhood. You look good. Love the horns"

"I have horns too?" She reaches up, feeling them "Wow. I do. Yes. Feels right"

Dagmar hangs back, arms folded.