Library [3.24]

[death-of-hope.livejournal.com]

Still bruised and humming happily from Fight Club on Sunday, Anemone was in a fantastic mood, right up until she opened the doors to the library.

There was... slime. Bits of slime. Trails of slime. Considering that Anemone had spent most of her last shift cleaning the library, including Special Collections (or as much of it as the Collection would tolerate), she was not pleased.

"I want hazard pay," she informed Gulliver, shaking the mop at him as she tried cleaning up the goo. "If this stuff is toxic and I start mutating, somebody's gonna pay."

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Re: Morning

[death-of-hope.livejournal.com]

Anemone looked at her trashcan full of goo, and back over at the entrance to Special Collections.

"You suck," she informed the door cheerily. "I ought to just dump this back inside, but I'm too nice."

No, she wasn't. She'd probably do it once Dr. Jones went back in his office and couldn't scold her for provoking it.

Re: Morning

[cautiousfellow.livejournal.com]

"Um. Yes," Indiana said casting a glance at the door. "It does... suck."

Perhaps letting her think Special Collections was to blame might be the better idea.

"Let's be nice and just find a better place for slime."