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fandomhigh2010-01-25 05:22 am
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Library, Monday (January 25)
If the Monday library aide had come in this morning sporting a wary look and holding a mop from one of the supply closets like it was her staff, just in case, well . . . if that was in any way silly, it was too early for anyone else to notice. Right?
Coffee was first on the agenda when Gabrielle got in; after the weekend, she suspected it might be needed. By her, if no one else. Once a caffeine supply was secure and the usual morning tasks accomplished, she stowed the mop beneath the collections desk and took a seat, but not before taking a single piece of air-pillow packaging from the supply cupboard. Said piece of packing was tucked carefully out of sight, but on hand just in case.
Hey. It'd been a busy weekend. The caffeine might not tide her over forever. For the time being, she'd settle for working on her latest scroll, frowning in something more than just concentration as she dashed ink onto parchment. It was hard to describe a chariot racing duel without having witnessed it, particularly when you only had the word of one taciturn warrior on which to base your reconstruction of events -- though it was the events leading up to it that really caused the frown.
Coffee was first on the agenda when Gabrielle got in; after the weekend, she suspected it might be needed. By her, if no one else. Once a caffeine supply was secure and the usual morning tasks accomplished, she stowed the mop beneath the collections desk and took a seat, but not before taking a single piece of air-pillow packaging from the supply cupboard. Said piece of packing was tucked carefully out of sight, but on hand just in case.
Hey. It'd been a busy weekend. The caffeine might not tide her over forever. For the time being, she'd settle for working on her latest scroll, frowning in something more than just concentration as she dashed ink onto parchment. It was hard to describe a chariot racing duel without having witnessed it, particularly when you only had the word of one taciturn warrior on which to base your reconstruction of events -- though it was the events leading up to it that really caused the frown.