Room 223, Friday Night

[life_inshadow]

The spellbooks from Tara's shelves -- and more than a few that she'd borrowed from the shop -- were scattered around her bed, the result of what felt like weeks trying to get something useful out of them. She'd heard the announcement about auditors, which sent her back to the beginning for any reference.

Conclusion: Nothing, though there was a kind of "accounting demon" that Tara would really prefer not to have balance her checkbook.

She sighed and flopped back on the floor, then flicked a cat toy toward Mr. Moxy, mildly pleased she could at least make him happy.

It was that kind of exciting Friday night.

[OOC: Door open, post open!]

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[inaskinnyway.livejournal.com]

"Well, we're not looking for gods." She paused. "I think. Gods tend to take credit for this sort of thing, so let's say no. More like... bureaucrats."

[life_inshadow]

Tara looked distinctly skeptical. "Reality has bureaucrats?"

Why was this harder to believe than the gods theory?

[inaskinnyway.livejournal.com]

"That's what they are," she said matter-of-factly. "The Auditors of Reality? They make sure that all the little things that make the universe work do indeed work."

[life_inshadow]

Okay, there was nothing like that in any of Tara's books.

"So ... the theory is that they're doing this because someone didn't fill in a form or something?" She asked in a very small voice. "That's so ... mean."

[inaskinnyway.livejournal.com]

"They're doing it because life is 'messy.'"

If a person could pronounce air quotes, it was just done right there.

"So they're getting rid of it. Completely logical, and completely stupid at the same time."

[life_inshadow]

"Kind of like chopping off your head because you have a toothache," Tara said incredulously.