Library, [05/01]

[furnaceface]

Well, this was it. Jonothon's last weekend on the island, his last shift in the library, dutifully pretending that whatever was going on outside was more or less sane.

Which would be going so very well for him, if it wasn't for the way the books had gotten it into their heads (or whatever) to attempt to imitate the Viking-related shenanigans that seemed to be the weekend's running theme, ever since their appearance at graduation.

Jonothon had wrestled to keep the books shelved for a while, before simply giving up, rolling his eyes, and making himself comfortable at his desk with his feet up, playing Ride of the Valkyries on Youtube to keep the hardcover raiders satisfied as they plundered and pillaged the various sections of the library.

If you can't beat them...

The library is open!

[And OCD freeee because I'm feeling lazy today. Hi!]

Library, Monday

[faithandscience.livejournal.com]

It was a break week, and so no one would have faulted William had he chosen not to come in to the library today, but given that reading fell well within the realms of what he considered a good recreational activity, here he was.

The handfuls of blueberries, oranges, and occassional lone strawberry or infrequent bright blue... thing that resembled a raspberry in shape but William wasn't going to actually try one to find out, thanks, that appeared on the circulation desk in random intervals were a bit of a distraction. Really, that was the sort of thing one expected at the repair shop, not here. Still, it didn't seem there was anything to be done about it but place a bucket at the edge of the desk for the fruit to roll off into. Part of him wanted to inform someone of this latest bout of oddity, but for some reason he had the strangest feeling that doing so would end badly.

[ooc: because poking fun at politics is how we show patriotism here.]