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Library, Thursday.
Thursday, August 26th, 2010 09:11 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
death-of-hope.livejournal.comIt didn't matter that classes weren't in session, Anemone was at the library, doing her rounds just like she'd done for the last three years.
There wasn't any use putting it off any longer. Her room was half-packed, today was her last shift, and soon Anemone would go home to a world that feared her. Hated her. Worshiped her. Sometimes all three at once.
Humans were funny that way.
But all that was neither here nor there, because Anemone had a mission. The coffee was on, the library was going to be picture perfect, and Special Collections was going to understand that eating the library aides (or the librarian) was bad form by the end of her shift, or she was going to be extremely unhappy with certain sentient spaces.
The Fandom High Library was open, despite the term-break, and the aide was available to answer all your questions (and collect those overdue fines!).
There wasn't any use putting it off any longer. Her room was half-packed, today was her last shift, and soon Anemone would go home to a world that feared her. Hated her. Worshiped her. Sometimes all three at once.
Humans were funny that way.
But all that was neither here nor there, because Anemone had a mission. The coffee was on, the library was going to be picture perfect, and Special Collections was going to understand that eating the library aides (or the librarian) was bad form by the end of her shift, or she was going to be extremely unhappy with certain sentient spaces.
The Fandom High Library was open, despite the term-break, and the aide was available to answer all your questions (and collect those overdue fines!).
