Library, Monday (11/29)

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. . . oof. Not being one to ever turn down a holiday involving ample feasting, Gabrielle had indulged herself pretty thoroughly on Thursday and still felt a bit lethargic from all the leftovers.

It was, she felt, a good enough reason for being all but slouched over her coffee cup today as she sat at the desk, idly paging through a copy of The Art of War out of some half-formed intention to try and understand that point of view a little better.

If she didn't know any better, she'd have sworn it had really been written by a woman. She couldn't explain why; she just had a feeling. A vague one, but it was there.

Comments

Mod Your Library [11/29]

[ancientbschamp.livejournal.com]

You didn't need Gabrielle's help anyway.

Talk to Gabrielle [11/29]

[ancientbschamp.livejournal.com]

She's awake. Really.

Talk to the Librarian [11/29]

[ancientbschamp.livejournal.com]

When he pings in, of course.

Re: Talk to the Librarian [11/29]

[one-who-goes.livejournal.com]

Henry seemed to be in an excellent mood as he filled his coffee cup, saluted Gabrielle, and waltzed back to his office today. He was just doing end-of-month paperwork, but that always went down better when he was coming off most of a week in Chicago.

OOC [11/29]

[ancientbschamp.livejournal.com]

A four day weekend was not enough. I need another week of that.