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Library [12.23]

Anemone knew she didn't have to open the library today, but, well, she felt like it. She doubted anyone would show up, but that was half the fun.

She put on some music, tied her hair back, and headed off down the aisles. Since it was probably going to be deserted, it was a perfect time to do some post-finals clean-up.

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Anemone is trying to break up what appears to be a territory disagreement between the 500s and the 600s over a prime section of shelving located in the 000s.

Books keep magically appearing every time she turns around, and she's going to shove ALL of them on the re-shelving cart if they don't cut it out.

With how vivid his dreams had been, the books, everything in it, Ender knew he'd find-- something. Here. He didn't know exactly what it was he was looking for until he got there, and he saw the door, the one that Karal had pointed out to him once, and suddenly, he knew.

It wasn't Karal's day, though. He walked up to the desk, and said, "Do you know anything about it?" with a nod of his head towards the door in question. He figured she'd know what he was talking about.

It'd be much, much later before he'd find what he was looking for, but he did.

Anemone blinked at him slowly, turning over the different ways to answer that.

"I know lots of things about it," she said finally, watching him. "I know it likes cookies, dislikes Rodney McKay, and it has a very funny sense of humor. Well, at least in my opinion."

"Funny how?" he asked, because it might be important. He glanced sideways at the door again, his course becoming more obvious by the second. He just didn't know what he could do about it. Maybe she did.

Anemone grinned and kicked her feet against her chair. "It knows things," she explained. "Like an Evil Santa. 'He knows if you've been bad or good', right? Well, Special Collections knows too. It knows what you want, and it's not going to let you have it unless you prove you deserve it."

She leaned forward and stuck her chin in her hand as she followed his gaze. "I know other things, too. Like the fact you aren't going in there without a note from Dr. Jones. Although I think it really doesn't like him, so you might be safer if he doesn't give you permission."

"Evil Santa," Ender echoed, "Sounds tough." He looked back at her, his eyes a little narrowed due to no fault of his own. "And if you don't get permission?" he asked, patiently, if with a little bit of an edge.

"Then when you try to sneak in after I say no, I kick you until you stop trying." There wasn't any threat in her words, and it wasn't malicious. Just a statement of fact. "Going in without a permission slip or one of the library aides is just stupid. It's basically begging to be library snack food."

"I don't think that would be a good idea." He wasn't talking about him going into the library, and he wasn't making a joke-- he wasn't quite threatening either, but rather matching her statement of a fact.

He didn't know her, and so the idea of asking her to come with him into special collections didn't seem like it'd be smart, but he did need a way in. "Any library aide?"

"It's vacation, and I don't particularly feel like exerting myself," Anemone said by way of agreement. Violence in the library would probably be Frowned Upon by Dr. Jones, and she liked her job.

"Maybe," Anemone shrugged. "Some are better choices than others."

"I didn't know there was a list," he said.

"Well, asking me would be silly, because you don't know me and I've already confessed I think it's funny when Special Collections messes with people," Anemone replied. "Unless you tell me what you want, which you haven't, and then I still might decide to let it eat you."

"If there's a library aide you know, who's willing to go in without permission, then that's a better choice than just randomly picking one of us."

She's curled up with a good book at the desk, and keeping a wary eye on the rest of the library.

Dear me, today is TUESDAY not MONDAY. Not that I can tell, because it hasn't stopped snowing since LAST Tuesday.

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