Library, Monday [6/14]

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Gabrielle was starting to understand the concept of this whole commuter-lifestyle thing, having portaled back from Greece late last night; it wasn't just for Mr. De Tamble's sake that she made sure to brew the coffee extra-strong today.

While she'd been home, she'd picked up a fresh supply of parchment and some quills, and as soon as her morning to-do list was squared away she sat down at the desk with a very large cup of coffee and unrolled one of the new scrolls slowly, reverently, eyes closed as she inhaled the scent with a blissful expression on her face.

It wasn't practically a ritual. It essentially was one. Don't judge.

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Re: Talk to Gabrielle [6/14]

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Gabrielle didn't forget to hit post for hours took a second or two longer before putting the parchment down like she'd just done the most normal thing in the world.

"Oh! Hi," she said to the girl who for some bizarre and vague reason made her think of home. "What can I help you with?"

Re: Talk to Gabrielle [6/14]

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Despite what she'd been doing with it, the fact that the girl had parchment at all was reassuringly familiar (if slightly archaic) to Cara.

"I'm looking for some books," she said, barely resisting the urge to drum her fingers on the desk, and then, because clarification was always good, "On writing."

That was nice and vague there, Cara.

Re: Talk to Gabrielle [6/14]

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What Gabrielle had been doing with the parchment was not slightly kinky. Really. No matter how much it looked like it, which, let's be honest, it probably did.

"Writing as in different kinds of it, or writing as in grammar, and in which languages? Or on publishing, which is . . . you know, I don't know why it's that complicated now."

Thank you, Gabrielle. That helped clear things up nicely.

Re: Talk to Gabrielle [6/14]

[wrongkindofsith]

Cara wasn't going to judge the other girl's kinks, even if they did involve writing implements.

She took a few moments to parse her options. "That middle one. Maybe the first too." If different kinds meant what she thought it did.

Alas for Cara did not know the meaning of 'genre'.