Library [03/18]

[likethegun]

After the food fight in class and the cereal raining from the sky, Sam was very happy to be able to go outside and not end up covered in food.

This feeling lasted right up to the point where he spilled his coffee on himself getting into the library.

Luckily, Sam had a t-shirt on underneath his longer shirt, so he was only feeling a little embarrassed when he finally got settled in at the desk. If anyone asked him why he was under-dressed, well, he'd come up with a better story then.

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Re: Third Period [03/18]

[likethegun]

Sam managed to not stare at Dr. Jones' clothes, or the whip, since he was much more interested in trying to get a good look at the book. "It's been quiet so far, yeah. And the palm trees are gone, so I think the place is back to normal." As normal as it could be with Special Collections in it anyway.

Re: Third Period [03/18]

[cautiousfellow.livejournal.com]

"Good," he said picking up the book and looking at Special Collections with a wary eye. "you don't think special collections has a... thing about overdue library books, do you?"

Re: Third Period [03/18]

[likethegun]

Sam followed Dr. Jones' gaze, and gave that thought some consideration. "Maybe not? I think it could depend on the book. And maybe on if the person returning it was apologetic."

Re: Third Period [03/18]

[cautiousfellow.livejournal.com]

Indiana exhaled and nodded before heading for the entrance of Special Collections. "The book was about this island and... well I'll let you know how the rest turns out."

Re: Third Period [03/18]

[likethegun]

"Good luck," Sam said quickly. He really hoped that Special Collections would treat a librarian nicer than a regular person.

Re: Third Period [03/18]

[cautiousfellow.livejournal.com]

Indiana hesitated a moment or two before opening the door.

When nothing happened he flashed a grin at Sam and stepped through.

The door immediately slammed shut behind him on its own in a somewhat menacing fashion.

Re: Third Period [03/18]

[likethegun]

If Sam blinked a little and scooted his chair further from the door, he didn't think anyone would blame him.