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fandomhigh2014-08-28 11:13 am
talentforlying) wrote in fandomhigh2014-08-28 11:13 am
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Library, Thursday [All Day]
There were muffled thumps and curses coming from the Fandom High Library today, and for once, they weren't coming from inside Special Collections.
Oh no, it was from somewhere even more terrifying - the Librarian's Office.
Eventually Constantine came storming out, two ghost-jars under his arms, the contents rattling angrily. "Look, I don't give a shit if you don't like it in there," he informed the jars, slamming them down on the counter hard enough to shake the front desk. "If you didn't want to end up in there, you shouldn't have been trying to haunt my office you stupid buggers."
"Now you get to sit here and think about your undeath choices, and watch the front door while I finish this bloody paperwork. Students come in, you holler for me." A high-pitched, sad sound came from one of the jars, and he shook his head. "No, that's not me offering you terms of release, that's me telling you what you're going to fucking do, if you want to get terms of release in the first place. Suck it up."
Constantine grabbed a notebook out of his pocket, scrawled out a 'Do Not Touch Or Open Or They'll Eat Your Soul' note and stuck it in front of the jars before stomping back to his office. No, they couldn't actually eat souls - they were poltergeists, not demons - but it's not like John trusted the students not to open shiny things. Teenagers. Worse than Pandora.
The Fandom High Library was open, and the librarian was in his office, going over the new library student staff paperwork.
Oh no, it was from somewhere even more terrifying - the Librarian's Office.
Eventually Constantine came storming out, two ghost-jars under his arms, the contents rattling angrily. "Look, I don't give a shit if you don't like it in there," he informed the jars, slamming them down on the counter hard enough to shake the front desk. "If you didn't want to end up in there, you shouldn't have been trying to haunt my office you stupid buggers."
"Now you get to sit here and think about your undeath choices, and watch the front door while I finish this bloody paperwork. Students come in, you holler for me." A high-pitched, sad sound came from one of the jars, and he shook his head. "No, that's not me offering you terms of release, that's me telling you what you're going to fucking do, if you want to get terms of release in the first place. Suck it up."
Constantine grabbed a notebook out of his pocket, scrawled out a 'Do Not Touch Or Open Or They'll Eat Your Soul' note and stuck it in front of the jars before stomping back to his office. No, they couldn't actually eat souls - they were poltergeists, not demons - but it's not like John trusted the students not to open shiny things. Teenagers. Worse than Pandora.
The Fandom High Library was open, and the librarian was in his office, going over the new library student staff paperwork.
Re: Librarian's Office
"L-Space is short for 'library-space,' in case you couldn't figure that one out. In large quantities all books warp space and time around them," he continued. "'S all math, really, which is just a different sort of magic." Ha! Victory! He grinned as he scribbled down an equation and passed it to Isabelle. "Now don't go abusing that."
Re: Librarian's Office
"I'll try not to," she drawled. "Personally, I just thought the library at the Institute was a timesuck for some people for normal reasons." Like geekery. "Anyway. I thought I'd come look for some information. So, where do you suppose you'd put books about supremacists and their loyal followers?"