Library, Monday [3/29]

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It conveniently suited the purposes of the moment was a good thing that Gabrielle had actually learned how to retrieve her voicemail messages by now, as she'd gotten a handwavey message from Henry warning her to steer clear of Special Collections today. Still convinced that she'd managed to have a few minutes of cordial dialogue with one of the lizards on Saturday, and laboring under the cheerful delusion of accomplishment at same, she wasn't too inclined to question the directive. She was going to take it seriously, though, and in between scribbled paragraphs of the new scroll she was working on (the one that started I sing of Gabrielle, Bard of Poteidaia and sower of the seed of a treaty of peace between man and strange creature) she kept glancing toward that section of the library.

Yes, yes, some of the others had ended up fighting a much larger lizard than the one she was sure she'd had a nice chat with in the park (as opposed to the one that had tried to eat her). Sometimes that sort of thing was inevitable, but she liked to think that what she'd done was a peaceable step in the right direction.

So she took those occasional glances toward Special Collections, then went back to writing. Xena might have invented CPR and the Caesarean section among other things, but there was a very good case to be made that Gabrielle invented Mary Sue fanfiction.

. . . just don't tell Gabrielle that.