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Who: Cy [

sparkplugs] and YOU. All of the yous.
Where: The library, dining room, and the grounds.
When: October 14th
Rating: Probably PG at most.
Summary: Cy wrecks stuff, eats, and makes magic birds. Action spam or prose is fine.
The Story:

The Library:

Cy began her morning in the library. She'd never taken much interest in books. At least not the words. What cat would? What she did like was the sound the paper made. It crinkled pleasantly under her feet, and the noise it made when she tore it with her teeth was delightful. Not to mention the fun that could be had playing with the scraps of paper her vandalism produced. It was also something she'd discovered tasted quite good though it was a struggle to swallow.

At various times she could be found enthusiastically destroying books, playing in a shower of paper she knocked around the room, or nesting in a pile of shredded paper in the corner. At other times she was nowhere to be found, though the evidence of her presence was scattered everywhere. She hid herself in amongst the shelves, waiting for someone to come and discover her perfect hiding place. Not that she was especially subtle. If she could stay still long enough the scrabbling of her claws wouldn't be heard, then a tail or paw peeking out gave her game away.

The Dining Room:

All her adventures in the library had managed to make her work up quite the appetite. Paper was nice and all , but it didn't do much to fill her. Hungry, Cy made a beeline for the dining room where she wished herself some nice fish. She ate this underneath the shelter of a table near the door, then waited for other unwary diners to come near enough she could pounce on their feet.

"My fish!"

The Gardens:

As the evening set in, Cy crept out into the gardens, stopping just in front of the fountain. At first she glanced around to see if anyone was looking, but finding herself alone she soon dropped her defences, no longer paying any mind to anyone around her.

She opened up her mouth, motes of light drifting out, standing out against the slowly darkening sky. It's not just light that pours out of her mouth, though. There are birds too. Tiny and unrecognisable in species, but bright and varied in colour. They flutter around Cy's head as she sits and even more emerge from her mouth.

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She considered him, thinking back to her last memories before she'd come here. She hadn't been well, she remembered that. "I think this is my second chance too," she admitted shyly. She didn't mind that much. She'd miss the friends she'd found in Tag and the other cats, but she liked it here. It was far nicer than any place she'd been before, and almost everyone seemed friendly.

"I've always known," she said proudly. At least she thought she had. She'd been able to for as far back as she remembered.

Minato's expression softened a bit. Then in that way, if it were true, they were the same. They could make the most of their time here.

"Do you think about going home?"

Everyone had their place to be, alive or not. But he did want to know what she thought about going back if there was anything to go back to.

"And does anyone at home know you can do that?"

That question puzzled her. She hadn't thought of it, mostly because she'd never had anywhere she considered herself to live. Everything had been temporary. "I don't have a home," she replied, not minding. She couldn't miss what she'd never had, though she did think about her friends frequently. "I think about Quicksilver," she admitted, thinking about Tag with his big paws and surly nature. "And Marsebref," she added, imitating Mousebreath's indecipherable accent. "And Sealink," she finished, puffing herself up big and proud. She seemed to take on a new air of majesty as she copied the large Maine Coon's New Orleans drawl. "Do you think about home?"

She wasn't actually sure. She'd never done it in front of them, learning from cats before she'd met Tag that not every cat appreciated her lights like Minato did. "I don't think so," she replied eventually, though there was uncertainty in her tone. "They don't understand like I do."

Minato had meant if she had wanted to go back to her own world if she could, but that answer she gave would suffice. It was cute, actually. It seemed like she had a lot of friends at home, at least.

"I do think about home. I have to go back." Even when it didn't seem like there was much to go back to if he had died already.

"And it's okay. It's something special just for you. Are you happy that you know how?"

Cy didn't consider her world to be her home. It was just where she had been until recently. Wonderland wasn't exactly home either, but she was still enjoying it.

"How can you go back to a place you aren't in?" she asked, curious. She hadn't known anyone could do that.

"Of course I am, but it isn't just for me." How could something that came so naturally be exclusive for her? Maybe the other cats just hadn't learned how yet, or didn't appreciate their gifts as much as she did.

"There's something I have to do. It can only happen after I died though."

It was a little hard to explain. But Minato could try to form it into words if he were asked.

"But what does it do?" If she had powers like that, then what were they for? What was their purpose?

"You'll get home someday," she reassured him, accepting what Minato said instead of asking for an explanation. Maybe there were second chances everywhere. "All you need to do is click your heels together three times and say there's no place like home."

She'd never been asked about what her powers did. She tilted her head. "Exactly what it says on the tin. Why does it need to do more?"

"I should try that." Even if Minato didn't wear heels, he could humor her and try it some time. "But I'll stay for a little while, while I can. Like you, right?"

Minato did like that he wasn't alone here. Other people were in a similar situation in that they weren't alive anymore at home.

"It doesn't. I was just curious again."

"Like me," she agreed. She didn't want him to leave, so she was in no rush to hurry him along with trying her suggestions.

"They don't have a reason," she admitted. At least not one she knew of. "They just are."

Minato hadn't planned on leaving so soon either. He did like it here. He had to go home, but if he could spend a little more time here, then he wouldn't.

"Can I see it again?"

He hoped that wasn't too much to ask of her. He hoped that he never did ask so much of her.