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[b]Meanwhile | Key Shop | The Librarian[/b]

“Bishop F one to...um...”

There was no time to measure time reliably while waiting in the Key shop.

He didn’t see the necessity to, anyways. He had plenty of things to think about after each trip into the city, and his handful of pastimes in case he ever wanted to rest a bit. He had learnt to enjoy the silence and darkness of his stay on the shelves as much as the madness brought by Cell City and the human realm. He enjoyed as well the conversations that nearby keys brought up in the shop, when there happened to be any. There weren’t any this time around.

“...D3? What on earth.”

Playing chess with oneself got boring pretty fast. In his more recent days, however, The Librarian found a way to add back the element of surprise originally unexpected moves from the opponent. Coming up with algorithms wasn’t easy, though, neither was keeping them in memory - even more difficult, of course, was trying to determine the fault when according calculations returned moves that were leagues out of the range of regular stupid.

He sighed. This game isn’t making sense anymore and he decided he might as well cut it short and start another one. And at about the same time as he made the decision, the system that informed him that it was also the only decision he could make at that time anyway.

Not all keys noticed the low humming sound before a signal broadcast of this sort. The Librarian himself only also realized it in around the eightieth year of his existence. It wasn’t that often that these messages came his way, for each of his stays in both the shop and in the city were typically rather lengthy. Nevertheless, he eventually came to learn the meaning of this perhaps unintentional phenomenon of his world, and the smile emerged on his face before the information was officially presented:

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[b]Moments Later | Gabe’s Apartment[/b]

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L o a d i n g . . .

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[i]Snap.[/i]

An iPhone.

The Librarian spent a moment getting familiar with this environment. It wasn’t that often he got to visit one of these - he heard that the nature of this particular human software provider caused some difficulty for messages from the Key Shop to be sent to it in the first place. Still, it seemed to enjoy widespread use amongst humans. The general design of it, though, haven’t seemed to change much since the last time he’d seen one of these.

And they told him that modern phone screens have become much more spacious a living space.

It was raining outside. The Librarian liked rain. He enjoyed the ambient ticking sounds of raindrops making impact on various surfaces, he enjoyed the misty, peaceful, almost mystic atmosphere it provided. The humans said the smell of rain was equally loveable - a phone, unfortunately, lacked smell receptors. But still he liked the rain, [i]Earth’s[/i] rain - consistently and predictably the clear droplets of liquid, unlike the madness that was weather in Cell City. Some from his realm called it boring and nonsensical, yet he saw no reason to be against it.

The room wasn’t especially luxurious either. A plain interior, not overly spacious and not overly decorated. A closet, a desk, beds. Wooden floor, balcony. An apartment, perhaps? 6AM and the human seemed to have left his bed, while who the key will assume to be his owner’s roommate was still sound asleep in his.

Taken his time evaluating the surroundings and having finished doing that without interruption, the Librarian decided it was about time to meet his new owner.

[b]“Ahem.”[/b]

The key spoke into the room through the speakers of the phone. His first utterance, though, failed to catch the attention of the young man. Maybe he wasn’t loud enough. Or maybe the human mistook the voice to be that of his still-asleep roommate waking up.

Either way. The key smiled - in fact, laughed a bit internally to himself - before cranking the phone’s speakers to as much volume he could hit without clipping, inhaled, and spoke in a loud, bright voice into the morning air:

[b]”Knock knock. Anyone home? Fantastic!”[/b]

He clapped his hands together and went on, even though a response from the other party had yet to be uttered; and put up the best smile he could manage:

[b]”...The Librarian, at your service! -[/b] um."

A pause.

"I...won't mind if you go put some clothes on before I go on.”