Library [7.22]

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Making tea, Anemone discovered, was rather difficult when you couldn't convince the sink to give you regular, normal, water.  The faucet had obligingly tried switching between rum, ale, and ginger ale before she finally gave up and went with the soda for breakfast. 

Perhaps letting her open the library hopped up on sugar wasn't the best plan, but she did it anyway. 

The Fandom Library was open.  Beware the hyperactive pink-girl.

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Re: Morning

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Intend on getting another morning of extensive research out of the way (her goal was to have a better thesis formulated by the end of the day), Adah and her heavy shoulderbag of notebooks, observances, and her own books, limped into the library, ready to give the current aide (it made her a little sad that she had no idea who was even still doing it anymore) a nod of greeting and then be on her merry little way.

She hadn't exactly expected the aide to be engaged in hopscotch. She couldn't help a bit of a blinking stare at Anemone, with a faint touch of wondering how she could be that bored with all these books around. Then again, she realized her perspective on physical games might be a little biased.

Re: Morning

[death-of-hope.livejournal.com]

It wasn't that Anemone was bored, it was just that she had three cups of ginger ale with her sugar bombs this morning, and it was probably safer for everyone involved if she burned off the energy before touching the books.

Anemone looked up at Adah's entry and waved. "Hi! If I'm too noisy, just throw something at me."

[Dear LJ: Notices are nice, thanks.]

Re: Morning

[ecirpnellehada.livejournal.com]

Well, Adah thought to herself as she quirked an eyebrow, at least she didn't ask her to join in. She shook her head, but there was the faint trace of a smile on her face as she did so, wondering if she could throw something anyway. She gave Anemone a slight wave of her hand, dismissing the matter for the most part and hoping she had fun with her crazy notions of an able body and normal balance and jumping, and then started limping off to find a spot to continue yesterday's research.

Re: Morning

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"Watch out for the back right table!" Anemone called out, absorbed in her game with herself. "I think it's currently part of a territory dispute between Speculative Fiction and Theology!"

Re: Morning

[ecirpnellehada.livejournal.com]

Adah winced a little at that, with a small sound slipping out of her to match it. Great. It would figured, as Theology was one of the areas she'd have to venture into today., but hopefully whatever mess awaited her from that corner would recognize that she was, for the intents and purposes of making it out alive, an entirely apathetic party, would let her grab her books, and then leave.