Library, Monday

[intotheout]

There was a little table set up in the classical literature section, today, and it was crowded with novels by female authors. Jane Austen and the Brontës took up one side, while Mary Shelley, Louisa May Alcott, and Emily Dickenson occupied the other. Willa Cather and Virginia Woolf took up the foot, and Murasaki Shikibu looked vaguely uncomfortable at the head. Or possibly Tip was over anthropomorphizing the sole non-Western book in the group.

In the middle of the table was a giant heart shaped waffle with "Happy Galentines!" written on it in whipped cream. Tip confiscated it for the books' own good. She was pretty sure that whipped cream wasn't part of old book conservation.

[open!]

How To Shoot Straight, Monday

[suitably_heroic]

"Your trip is next week," Atton said. "So I think this is as good a time as any to end the block on handguns."

They were in the gun range again. He was waving at... guns, yes.

"I want you guys to team up," he said. "One of you has to get the gun, go through all of the safety measures we've talked about, and score at least twenty-five points on the moving targets at the back of the range. The other one takes notes about their point score and whether they're doing everything correctly. Yes, you're allowed to correct each other, and if the other person does it right the second time, they pass. If the other person then behaves like a stubborn idiot and does it wrong anyway, they lose points."

He clapped his hands.

The little round targets at the back of the range - some marked '1 point', some '5 points', and occasionally, one '10 points' - started moving from side to side.

"When you're done, swap places. Okay, go."