Library, Sunday

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Elsa had arrived to the library bright and early, hoping that the doors would be open already. And they were, sort of, though the extremely pale boy who had opened them a minute before her arrival seemed... anxious, in a way that she knew all too well. He'd asked her if she thought there were going to be many people about, and had only grown more anxious when her answer was an explanation about how there might be a few stopping by to research what was going on around the island lately, yes.

She'd taken pity on him, explaining that her family had an extensive library back home and she knew her way around one, inside-out, and if he needed to be somewhere away from people - his anxious muttering about it being not safe for him to be here seemed to confirm that much - then she would be perfectly happy to set things up for the researchers today.

There was a moment of silence before the usual Sunday boy nodded almost desperately, and then scurried off looking for someone named 'Sholeh.'

Elsa blinked after him for a moment, gave her shoulders a small shrug, and then set to work sorting out more books from the stacks that she thought might have anything to do with people magically becoming other people.

... Now, if only she knew how to work the coffee machine.

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Re: Research!

[fly-so-serious.livejournal.com]

So, how exactly did one a) find a broken weather machine that vanished from a locked safe, or b) figure out how it was doing what it was doing and stop it? Joker went with c) examine any and all books on the history and nature of Fandom to see what they said about a weather machine.

What was even more disappointing than how little the books said about weather machines was how few of those books there were. Joker had to fight the urge to just bang his forehead against the desk in frustration. That would be a bad idea.