fandomhigh | Library [02/08]

...Only a cluster of chairs yelling "pick me! pick me!"? Not part of the drill. Bridge is sitting at the counter playing with his laptop. And his chair is occasionally blowing smug raspberries at the other library chairs, who are off in a sulk.

Apparently the shelves in the History section decided to rewrite history overnight. Or at least, reorganize it. Bridge is convincing the shelves to shuffle back to their rightful places.

And now he's back at the counter, searching through the database for people with overdue books to address strongly-worded letters to.

Yes, the individual study carrels are singing. No, it's not particularly conductive to studying.

Bridge? Eating lunch. And attempting to point out to the returns cart that no, it *can't* have some of his sandwich, because *carts don't eat*. Library's closed unless you work here.

Don't ask about the half a tuna-fish sandwich in the book cart. Just don't.

And now Bridge is ignoring the attention-whoring chairs in favour of catching up on webcomics.

And now he's tidying up the library in preparation to close. The cart he'd shared his lunch with is quite happy to help. Bridge isn't sure what the cart wanted with lunch in the first place, given its lack of a digestive system, but he's not arguing at this point.

Around all day, barring fleeing for foods at various times :)

Yomiko walked into the library, started to greet Bridge, and froze. The chairs were talking.

The chairs were talking.

"More caffeine," she decided. "Or maybe much, much less."

"I vote more," Bridge says. His chair blows another raspberry. "That's very rude," he informs it.

Yomiko flailed a little. "The chairs are talking!"

It might have been a futile endeavour, but River had gone to the library in search of books on how to fly squirrel-built spacecrafts. When she saw Bridge, she waved smiled. "How are you?"

Chris decides to stop by the library after class. Today's lesson intrigued him enough to want to check out some books on Fairy Tales.

"Hey, dude, how's it going?"

Angela covered her ears as she walked in. "So, we didn't just get singign furniture," she said. "We got singing furniture that can't agree on a song."

She started sorting through returned books. "And hi."

Wyatt wandered by the library after lunch. He didn't ask about the sandwich.

"I'm..." Bridge starts to answer, then tilts his head and *really* looks at River. "How are *you*?" he asks carefully.

"Aside from the talking furniture?" Bridge says, glancing over at the sulking chairs and rolling his eyes.

"It could be so much worse," Bridge points out. "I mean, at least they can carry a tune. Even if it's not the *same* tune."

"Hey, dude!" Bridge waves.

"Hey," Wyatt greeted Bridge. "How's life in the library today?"

"Okay, but I still wish the soprano over there wasn't doing a Celine Dion imitation," Angela said. "Also, I'm worried the chairs will start heckling."

"More alive than you'd think," Bridge says. "Some of the furniture is being very talkative."

"Yeah, my bed was singing me to sleep last night," Wyatt said. "I suppose it's a good thing it wasn't trying to eat me."

"I feel like I should have brought popcorn," Bridge says with a snicker.

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