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Who: TENTEN and some other losers
What: Fooling Around!
Where: Collections, the dumbest place to fool around!
When: Post Babadon't!
Warnings/Notes: I'll warn if necessary.

Collections was... weird. There were, like, five mirrors, weapons just sitting there (she'd claim them all except she couldn't even lift the dumb hammer and the sword was better left unmentioned), a fan that followed her around, wafting a fresh breeze over her (honestly a godsend, considering the heat)... Oh. And the horn.

The horn blew bubbles.

No, it didn't make any sense to her either, but she'd seen two people give it a toot and half-fill the room with bubbles, much to their delight.

There were other things, of course. She could think of uses for those Shen gong whatever doodads. That puzzle box was interesting, but someone was already working on it. There were a set of figures that turned into animals when hurled onto the ground, but they never did anything. The theory was that there was some kind of command word that no one knew.

Right now, though, she could be found in front of the Mirror of Erised, scowling at it. "So, what's the big deal? There's all these warnings about how dangerous and addictive this thing is, and all it shows you is stuff you can't have. What kind of person gets sucked into not eating because of that?"

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Some people were like that. Come the Chunin Exams, Naruto was already the rising star of the village, pulling everyone into his orbit. Now, just over three years later, he's practically their center. The brat who used to scream about being Hokage... Not many people doubted it would happen some day. Not anymore.

Some people just had charisma.

"I know what I want," she murmurs, half to herself. Then she clears her throat. "Magic weapons, goofy instruments, mystic mirrors... It's like someone dumped a bunch of fables into a room and didn't care about categorization or anything." She considers for a moment. "I wonder where the really dangerous stuff is. They gotta have some, right?"

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"I wouldn't be surprised if some of this stuff..." Catra waves a hand to encompass Collections.

"Is dangerous and they just don't know it or don't care enough to keep us away from it. I'm not exactly in a hurry to find out."

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"You're the one drinking the soda," she points out. "I think K probably has a good idea of what's dangerous or not, but he's a librarian, so..." She shrugs. "I'm not really seeing how a bunch of mirrors can be dangerous, though."

Despite how 'addictive' they were. How dumb-no, that was where they'd just started up.

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"You never know with magic," Catra points out. "Like... That other mirror gives me the creeps. I don't know what it is but looking at it makes my fur stand on end." She gestures towards the ornate mirror standing further away.

"Like it's looking back at me or something."

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"That one." Tenten's flat tone makes it all too clear she knows exactly which one she means, without even bothering to look where Catra's pointing. "It wouldn't surprise me if there was some kind of camera or something behind it. It's creepy, yeah. I don't see why it's still up. How many magic mirrors does one place need, anyway?"

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"Too many. I don't like it." Catra opines. She takes another swig of soda, offers it over to Tenten again with a casual sort of gesture.

"Why do they have all this crap if they don't even know what half of it does?"

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"That one creepy one sorta makes you wonder if there's any one-way mirrors in the bathrooms." Tenten grimaces, then takes the can and stares down at it. Just. Casual indirect kisses. Catra really must not know. If anything, it'd just make Tenten seem like the creepy one.

She takes a sip, then passes it back, burping a little. "Excuse me."

"Maybe they're using the workers as test subjects? 'We don't know what it does, but if people fool around with it enough, they might figure it out for us' or something like that." It seems pretty in character. And, if Tenten's honest, it's probably the brightest way to go about it, given how carelessly Jorgmund's off-duty workers goof around with some of these.

Across the room, there's a bit of a ruckus. Seems one of the items was some kind of cream that makes hair fall out, and someone just got slapped on the back of the head with it. A perfect handprint is missing and they're getting revenge by erasing their attacker's eyebrows while a group of friends cheers them on.

What a bunch of idiots.

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Catra accepts her drink in return in with a casual smile. Indirect kisses just aren't a thing for her culture. Sorry to make you uncomfortable, Tenten. A faint snort follows Ten's suggestion. Catra nods, follows Tenten's gaze towards the roughhousing idiots.

"More proof that the people who run this thing are idiots. If they really wanted this place to run efficiently and do its job..." She trails off and shakes her head.

"Well. It needs a lot of work."

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She sighs, slipping her arm off of Catra's shoulders so she can place both hands on her knees as she bends over, reading another plaque. "Honestly, if they'd just asked and offered a reasonable contract, I'd've accepted. They'd have violated it a few times by now, but..." She stands and rolls her shoulders in a shrug.

[heterochrocatic]

"They couldn't have gotten me here by asking nciely before. Well, maybe when I was at rock bottom I would have volunteered but now? No way. Fuck these guys." Catra says. She crouches down next to Tenten, casually invading her space a little so she can see the plaque. Sharing space is how you know Catra actually likes you.

"...I hope Melog is okay."

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"At least I'd be getting paid," she huffs. "I've been here for, what, a whole year now? I'll have two birthdays on this mess soon and I won't see a single ryo out of this." Tenten puffs her cheeks out, sulking as she examines the object.

It's... Big. Magnificent, really. Looks like it might have been carved from mahogany. It's advertised by Jorgmund as the Armoire of Immobility, right next to the Armoire of Invincibility. Apparently, if the latch is closed in a specific way (and the plaque asks for a very specific sequence of steps not to be followed), it will become totally immovable by any force on the planet.

She's not really that interested, though. Not with Catra this close. "...Sorry to rant. Uh. Who's Melog? A friend from home?"