Library [7.21]

[death-of-hope.livejournal.com]

Anemone was around. Ish. Somewhere back in the stacks came the sound of singing and the occasional crashing noise as she did battle with the mis-shelved collections and the army of sentient (in her view) dust bunnies that tended to accumulate around the lesser-used books.

There would be no uprising on her watch, thank you.

[Still catching up on nine days of away-ness, plz to be modding your library needs.]