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Fourth floor common room [Monday evening]

Triela was sitting with a cup of tea resting in front of her. Which wasn't unusual at all. What was unusual was that she was staring somewhat pensively off into nowhere. She was distracted enough that she hadn't really noticed that her tea had gone cold.

And, somehow, she was distracted enough not to really notice that the TV was on and playing one of those truly awful science fiction movies about one improbably giant animal fighting some other improbably giant animal. If she'd been paying any attention at all, Triela probably would have turned the thing off in disgust when it became clear that this particular film involved a giant killer sea turtle and some sort of mutated jellyfish.

There was no way she'd object to someone changing the channel, and it was entirely questionab le as to whether she'd even notice, but if someone were in the mood for some lukewarm tea, well... she had a pot of it.

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Triela snorted. "I provide comprehensive reports. Those are my orders."

She shrugged. "I'm not sure what they think. Jean seems willing to tolerate it. Who knows what Hilshire thinks."

Orders? What was she a spy? Cool. "They don't think you're making it up?"

"Hilshire and Jean have both visited, so they know what it's like. At least to some degree."

"I've been kind of careful what to tell my parents."

"Think they'd freak out?"

"I'm not sure what they'd think really. They sent me here to try to cure me of my fascination with humans. I'm afraid if I tell them the wrong thing, they'll pull me out."

"Oh. Somehow I don't think this was quite the right place to do that..."

"Heh, yeah. I'm trying to keep them from realizing that."

"Did they not look at this place before they sent you? I would have thought it a bit obvious that that wouldn't work, after all."

"I'm not sure how much anyone's parents look into this place. I mean, everyone's so surprised about everything here. I know I was."

"I knew some of what I was getting into. Though, even the Agency's files were a bit sketchier than I would have preferred."

"Maybe if there's another person sent from them, they'll be better informed. Cause of your reports."

"Oh, that's certainly true." She snorted. "But I don't know if they'd send anyone else after what I've seen."

"There does seem to be a kind of, lack of repeat business in that regard. As far as I know."

Triela snorted. "I noticed that too."

"Oh hey, there's something I wanted to talk to you about. I had the theory that it might be possible to make a gun that worked magically."

"Oh?" Triela asked. "I don't know much about magic, but I do know guns."

"It was just a curiosity thing really. We seem to get along okay without guns in Bordertown and Faerie."

"Well, what were you thinking." Triela grinned. "Because there's nothing wrog with curiosity about guns."

Leda could not really remember why the idea had first occurred to her. "Well the moving parts of the gun would probably work just fine. I guess it would really be the bullet that'd be the trouble."

"Okay," Triela nodded in understanding.

"So...I'd need to come up with a replacement for the gunpowder. Maybe the firing pin shell too."

"Could you use another chemical propellant? Liquids are less stable, but they might work..."

"Hmm, something less stable would probably be a bad idea."

"Well, there are a couple of weapon s that use compressed air as a propellant..."

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