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fandomhigh2011-02-02 08:11 am
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Library, Wednesday (2/2)
It was going to be a day, Gabrielle could tell, as soon as she arrived in the library with Solari the stuffed chicken in tow; there was an entire pile of returned books to be reshelved, a thick volume on the history of pipe organs prominent among them. As soon as she'd tidied up and brewed a pot of coffee, she set to work returning the books to their proper places among the stacks.
Of course, fifteen minutes after she'd finished and gone back to the desk to resume working on her latest scroll, there was a heavy, rattling thud sound from the book return. She went to investigate, and the pile of books that hadn't been there a few minutes ago, she was sure of it, was no smaller than the one that had been there when she arrived. And that book on pipe organs was there. (It was the same one; it had to be, unless they had another copy of it that some unscrupulous borrower had dog-eared, the horror, in all the exact same places.)
Muttering imprecations to herself, Gabrielle got back up to re-reshelve the books, taking a little less time about it on this circuit.
. . . guess what happened shortly after she went back to writing again? Yep.
Maybe if she started from the other end of the library instead? Nope, that didn't work -- attempt number 4 entailed starting with the pipe organ book; attempt number 5 was the complete opposite; attempts 6, 7, and 8 were increasingly convoluted alphabetized patterns.
"This isn't fair," she told a thoroughly unsympathetic stuffed chicken after about the tenth repetition.
It was going to be a long day, but Gabrielle decided she was going to try and get herself through it by repeating (augh) a mental reminder that this probably wasn't a situation that would require the world's most intricate ricocheting chakram throw to solve.
Of course, fifteen minutes after she'd finished and gone back to the desk to resume working on her latest scroll, there was a heavy, rattling thud sound from the book return. She went to investigate, and the pile of books that hadn't been there a few minutes ago, she was sure of it, was no smaller than the one that had been there when she arrived. And that book on pipe organs was there. (It was the same one; it had to be, unless they had another copy of it that some unscrupulous borrower had dog-eared, the horror, in all the exact same places.)
Muttering imprecations to herself, Gabrielle got back up to re-reshelve the books, taking a little less time about it on this circuit.
. . . guess what happened shortly after she went back to writing again? Yep.
Maybe if she started from the other end of the library instead? Nope, that didn't work -- attempt number 4 entailed starting with the pipe organ book; attempt number 5 was the complete opposite; attempts 6, 7, and 8 were increasingly convoluted alphabetized patterns.
"This isn't fair," she told a thoroughly unsympathetic stuffed chicken after about the tenth repetition.
It was going to be a long day, but Gabrielle decided she was going to try and get herself through it by repeating (augh) a mental reminder that this probably wasn't a situation that would require the world's most intricate ricocheting chakram throw to solve.
Talk to Gabrielle (2/2)