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"Guy after my own heart. Though I tend to do science fiction over science -- I don't understand a lot of the science, but they hand wave enough of it in sci-fi that I can keep up with that at least." Michelle smiled.

She opened her arms up. "C'mon, I can probably get away with having you at my desk, but I don't think they'd quite buy it if you were following me. Besides, we're gonna go get you a book before I go back to my desk -- reference section doesn't have much to read except thick, dry things which might be fun? But they're also often big. A smaller book would be better for you, I think."

Michelle laughed as he rubbed against her chin, moving out of the break room and into the main library once more, moving for the far back to grab one of the books there, knowing exactly which one she would grab.

"Melt 'em like butter, indeed," she said softly, gently rubbing her nose against the top of his head. "You just let me know if you need to get out for any other reason and I'll get you out. I've got the rest covered. Don't worry." Already her mind was formulating plans, what she would say the moment people started asking why she had a cat at her desk.

Besides, it wasn't like she'd be playing with him, he'd be reading or sleeping and she'd be working. It was still nice to know she hadn't just had multiple hallucinations before. Having this proof while working? Settled a weight in her stomach, leaving her more settled than she'd been the past couple of months.

Once Arthur was settled where he could be warm and comfortable, she slipped him the book, even going so far as to open it for him since it needed to look like he was just being cute with a book after all -- before sitting up and waiting for more patrons to come over.

Through the rest of her shift, there was someone sneezing occasionally when they passed her desk, but otherwise no one seemed to overly care about the fact there was a cat just lounging under the desk. Her co-workers shot curious glances, but even they didn't say much from their desks once they'd returned from lunch.

Before long, it was time to head home. Carefully, she draped her blanket over the back of her chair and reached down to turn the heater off.

"Hey, kitty, time to head home. C'mere?" She had to pretend he was a normal kitty, she couldn't just call him by name. But seeing him, it wasn't really hard to do, not right then.

....besides, she was a sucker for cute animals. Especially kitties.

Michelle herself wanted to purr as she felt Arthur draping himself over her shoulders. She wouldn't complain about him being there at all -- he was nice and warm and comfy!

"If I miss the bus, there's another an hour later that I can take. It won't be the end of the world if I get home a little late, not like anyone's waiting for me," she laughed softly, letting out a breath.

She followed the directions Arthur gave, her steps hesitating as they entered the alleyway, as if she was being cautious...or afraid.

"You're sure there's not someone gonna come out and like, attack me here, right?"

"Wake me up -- that sounds like you're gonna dump a bucket of water on me. Or slap me with a giant fish or something." She tried to make light of the situation as a way to cope, tugging down on the bottom of her shirt without thinking about it.

"If it's safe, then yeah, just...go ahead and hit me with it." She gave Arthur a smile, pulling her hands away from the shirt and balling them up into fists. "I can do this. I can ask questions later, too, right? Because I don't have any right now."

"I think most people would rather eat a fish," Michelle responded, a hint of laughter in her voice. She fell silent, however, as Arthur moved and was doing something -- and wow that was sure something she didn't think she'd ever see again. A few flips and suddenly, items on the ground -- that was definitely magic, there was nothing else to be said for it, the wand and glasses had definitely not been there before.

Crouching down, she picked up the glasses, looking them over before looking at the wand closely. It seemed almost like it was taunting her, with the insignia on there looking like a pair of eighth notes tied together. Music, huh. It seemed fitting, but also strange all in one.

"Right. Okay, let me just..." She slipped the glasses into her purse before setting it down beside her, not sure what was about to happen but she didn't want to lose her phone or anything else inside of it. Nix had had some sort of magical way of keeping things with him, but she didn't know how that worked and didn't want to risk there being some sort of explosion or something that would ruin her things.

She took a deep, deep breath before holding up the wand. She looked the opposite of confident, almost like she was wincing away from it before calling out, "Polyhymnia Power Makeup...!"

It only took a moment before she felt something weird happening, her vision obscured by a bright, lavender light as she felt something akin to her own clothing melting away, being replaced by something else altogether. Ribbons around her legs, ending in a pair of comfortable heels. A comfortable, poofy skirt with layers. A bodice that clung in the right places to make her not feel like she was being squeezed out of it, nice and fluffy. Gloves along her arms, a sailor style collar around her shoulders. She could feel the earrings in her ears falling into place, a choker around her neck, and cool metal against her forehead.

Through all of this, while she couldn't see, she could hear, hear a melody that had no words, but seemed to tell her a story all the same, about the rise and fall of a nation -- no, a planet -- and how now was finally the time to awaken once more, even if only for one person, for one lifetime.

Of course, it was all over in a few short moments, but it felt longer to her as she blinked away the light, looking down at herself and testing the heels out by stepping carefully around. She was not a heel person, not at all, but these...weren't bad.

"...I feel like I'm in high school again," she said softly before looking over at Arthur.

"I mean, it's both good and bad. High school is something I'd never go back to willingly, but the heels remind me of some of the good things from high school. Plus I mean, there's the fact I was a lot younger then." She gave a soft laugh before brushing her hands over her skirt -- she couldn't help it, it felt nice!

"I will accept any and all guidance, honestly. I know a few random things, thanks to Nix, but...that doesn't mean I know how they work. I mean, I saw Pluto which was...trippy. Also the fact he had some sort of magical pocket he hid food and drink in, that's...cool, can I learn to do that?"

She rambled for a little bit before stopping, hearing what Arthur was saying before giving a small bow, hands pressing down against the front of her skirt.

"Thank you, I'll do my best to...help keep the bad people in dark colors from...doing their thing. Not that I know how to do that yet but..."

"I'm a known packrat, I can fit a good bit into there," she said with a relieved smile. "Especially if things are boxed. Clothes can be rolled easily, or blankets." Already she was planning on what to put in there, even as she tried to open her own little pocket -- letting out a squeal as she succeeded, waving it away.

"Skirts aren't known for having pockets, nor are dresses. When one does have them, it's a cause for celebration." She still remembered one of her dresses from college, a cute little thing that had pockets. It was nice.

Seeing Arthur move to stand near her feet, she crouched down -- joints popping as she did so -- so she could be close to his level. "Mm. I mean, I work typically eight to five during the week, except for Wednesday, when I work two to ten in the evening. And sometimes I trade off Friday for Saturday or Sunday. It all depends on who's doing what, but we can't go over hours and anyway -- I'm completely free this weekend if we want to meet somewhere then? I don't know where to recommend aside from like, the park. Since it's a public location that's sometimes easy to get lost into."