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fandomhigh2010-12-05 11:40 pm
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Library, Monday (12/6)
The volume of Edgar Allan Poe's complete works (unabridged) that was sitting on the desk this morning once Gabrielle had arrived and gotten the coffee brewed seemed perfectly innocuous, and Gabrielle, out of habitual literary curiosity, had to pick it up and page through it. Naturally.
She put it down quickly enough; Karla hadn't come back to the room last night and, despite her best efforts to convince herself to the contrary, that circumstance was a little worrying. (It could have been perfectly innocuous, sure, but given her roommate's track record, if you played the percentages . . . yeah.)
"You're not helping," she told the book as she snapped it shut and carried it back into the stacks for reshelving. As a parting shot, just after she'd reshelved it and begun to walk away, she added over her shoulder, "You're way too gloomy."
Halfway back to the desk she had to pause, blink, and shake her head. There was no way she'd heard a faint snarky retort from it. That would've been silly.
"Great, now I'm worried enough that I'm hearing things . . ."
The rest of her shift might very well be loaded with occasional suspicious looks back toward the stacks, but at least she didn't hear anything else. She didn't think so, anyway.
She put it down quickly enough; Karla hadn't come back to the room last night and, despite her best efforts to convince herself to the contrary, that circumstance was a little worrying. (It could have been perfectly innocuous, sure, but given her roommate's track record, if you played the percentages . . . yeah.)
"You're not helping," she told the book as she snapped it shut and carried it back into the stacks for reshelving. As a parting shot, just after she'd reshelved it and begun to walk away, she added over her shoulder, "You're way too gloomy."
Halfway back to the desk she had to pause, blink, and shake her head. There was no way she'd heard a faint snarky retort from it. That would've been silly.
"Great, now I'm worried enough that I'm hearing things . . ."
The rest of her shift might very well be loaded with occasional suspicious looks back toward the stacks, but at least she didn't hear anything else. She didn't think so, anyway.