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Who: Belthazar & open
Broadcast: Yes
Action: Bishop
When: 12/7, afternoon

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[Someone woke up on the wrong side of bed this morning. His hair looks like a blackish bird's nest andddd he's harassing the communicator...]

Where is it? Tell me where it is.

[He shows off a... blank wall. The Bishop walls look cool, really, but still.]

WHERE IS MY LIBRARY? Atroma! Answer me! Take back these insipid, trite gifts and bring back my books. I have been looking for a WEEK. I cannot find them anywhere!

This is unacceptable!

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[He can't find the library, so the next best thing is... stress cooking.

Anyone visiting the Bishop will find the kitchen absolutely loaded with food. Bear claw pastries, glitter-brushed macarons, freshly-baked or conjured bread (hard to tell the difference), coffee cake, angel food cake, buttercream, glazed cinnamon rolls, french toast, pancakes, crepes... And on the less-sweet side, there's meat buns, vegetable wraps, shepherd's pie, at least four different kinds of gourmet pizza, tomato-topped pasta, and... mac 'n' cheese. Look, he tried.

There are stacks of plates and a punch bowl for drinks. In the meantime, Belth appears to be dead.

Well, okay, not really, but he's sulking against the fridge with his own plate-- piled high with everything-- and with at least three meat buns in his mouth.]

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[ Yikes. Fortunately, she's at least pretty sure she knows where they went. ]

Ah -- Bel, I ... think they might have been moved over to the Iskaulit? There's a lot of books on there now.

[When he responds, it's... too late. He looks somewhat embarrassed. And tries to block the view of all that food...]

Why would they move it there? That doesn't make any sense! I didn't want that! No one wanted that!

[Is he being unreasonable? Yes.]

[ ... Is that ...

She sighs. ]

At least they aren't gone, right? Come on, I'll help you make sure there aren't any missing, if you want.

You don't understand! It was Krista's. The room was Krista's. She turned it into the library and helped decorate it, and organize it, and then...

[Ah, so that's the real problem.]

It's not the same.

[ Aha. She's silent for a moment. ]

If she were still here, don't you think she would have been happy to see it get moved? Sure, it's not the same as having it right there on your ship -- but now there should be a lot more room for there to be even more books. There's all kinds of things you can do to keep it in the spirit of what she wanted, wherever it might be.

[That mollifies him somewhat, though not entirely. He likes to be mad for the sake of being mad, after all.]

I... I suppose. She only sacrificed her personnel room because we had no other options at the time.

[He sighs heavily.]

But I like to sleep in there... [He huffs.] Maybe I'll steal one of the chairs.

[ A little exasperated: ]

... Bel, you really should be sleeping in a bed ...

But I'm not used to--

[He stops himself short of saying 'sleeping in a bed', and tries to change the subject instead.]

Every tiny sound echoes in the small rooms they gave us.

[ Bel is old enough where he can really decide where he sleeps, and honestly, he's going to do it no matter what she says, but: ]

Well -- yeah, the walls are all metal. If you decorate the walls a bit it'll cut down on all the echo.

[He blinks slowly.]

... Decorate? With-- what? I don't have anything-- I don't even know the first thing about decorating.