Library, Friday - 8/6

[hotmugofstfu.livejournal.com]

With everything that appeared to be going on around the island, Blackagar was almost glad to be at the library where things were still in their place. Since, there was very little else he could do to assist, he was dipping into the stacks to look for any books on the subject of disappearances.

...which somehow left him with a large stack on the Bermuda Triangle.

Less than helpful, really.

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Re: Talk at Blackagar

[nohaircutsplz]

Did she look like she'd sustained head trauma lately? No. So the likelihood of her disappearing was really quite low.

"It is good to see you well this morning, my lord," Medusa said. 'And not fallen through a hole in reality,' went unspoken.

Re: Talk at Blackagar

[hotmugofstfu.livejournal.com]

It was always good to see her as well. Even if it was in such unfortunate conditions.

The corner of his mouth turned up in a slight grin and he nodded in response. At least this gave them plenty of time to do research on huma--American things.

Re: Talk at Blackagar

[nohaircutsplz]

Well, at least as long as they were both here, if they fell through a hole in the universe they might do so together.

Medusa mentally slapped herself for being such a hopeless sap and corrected that to 'she could use her hair to yank Blackagar out of the hole in reality.' "I'm still working on Germany," she murmured. "America will be next, of course."

Re: Talk at Blackagar

[hotmugofstfu.livejournal.com]

What exactly was the difference?

...you know, beyond the everything that Blackagar wasn't aware of.

Re: Talk at Blackagar

[nohaircutsplz]

Medusa opened her mouth to answer, then closed it, then admitted, "I'm working on that part."

Re: Talk at Blackagar

[hotmugofstfu.livejournal.com]

It was a terribly complex problem, after all. All these little peoples running about, claiming to be different when they were all clearly the same.

What was the point?