Library, Sunday

[genesishero]

Had Evan gone to the carnival yet? Noooo way. He'd had a run in with a murder circus once before, and he really didn't trust those things. Did he want to go, now that he had listened to radio and realized that people were actually dying there?

...Yes. Very much. But of course, instead he was in the library working his shift, with a deinonychus curled up on the floor behind the circulation desk and snoozing as a couple of adorable children's books sidled up to cuddle with her.

Awww. It almost made it easier not to worry about all the murder that was going on.

Almost.

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Re: Mod the Library!

[1stinkinpercent.livejournal.com]

"That's what I said," Riley said, not surprised at that reaction. "A book wouldn't let go of my leg that proclaimed hugging was great therapy. And that coincided with someone else finding something about hugging dispersing a carnival before."

Still sounded ridiculous.

Re: Mod the Library!

[fjordicswagger]

Yeah, Tamsin was going to stand here and stare at him for a minute.

"Okay," she said finally. "Whatever. On this island, there's bound to be some idiot who wants to try it."

And if they got stabbed and died instead, well, hey, they already had a high body count.

Re: Mod the Library!

[1stinkinpercent.livejournal.com]

"Just giving you what I know. Haven't found anything else worthwhile," he said, shrugging. "Good luck."

Re: Mod the Library!

[fjordicswagger]

"Thanks," she said dryly, though there was probably a spark of sincerity in there somewhere. "Keep hitting those books."