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fandomhigh2014-12-04 06:37 am
wildandbrave) wrote in fandomhigh2014-12-04 06:37 am
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Library, Thursday (12/4)
Whatever strange feeling was going around had gotten to Cosette, too; she'd chosen not to take her usual early morning walk today out of a nebulous sense of unease. It was just as well (in one sense, at least) that she hadn't, since this way she managed to catch the radio broadcast, and . . .
No, after that there wasn't a question about her coming in to open the library this morning -- not that there ever really was, but even if nobody else got the idea to come look through the books for clues as to what was going on this time, she was prepared to spend her entire shift doing that herself. Even if the sisters at the Petit-Picpus hadn't been the sort to go in for exorcisms or the like, there had been a few books in the convent about the subject and when secular reading material was strictly forbidden you had to read what you could or be incredibly bored.
Or more bored, as the case might be. The point was that whatever had happened on the radio this morning reminded her of a few chapters in those books.
So there were plenty of tables and chairs available, and Cosette would make sure there was plenty of coffee available all day if people needed it; in the meantime, she was trying to round up all the books she could think of on ghosts or possessions or paranormal phenomena in general for easy access (and yes, occasionally this meant literally herding them out of the stacks). Except for the Time-Life ones, which were being very quiet and not volunteering themselves, thank you very much, Mr. Constantine.
No, after that there wasn't a question about her coming in to open the library this morning -- not that there ever really was, but even if nobody else got the idea to come look through the books for clues as to what was going on this time, she was prepared to spend her entire shift doing that herself. Even if the sisters at the Petit-Picpus hadn't been the sort to go in for exorcisms or the like, there had been a few books in the convent about the subject and when secular reading material was strictly forbidden you had to read what you could or be incredibly bored.
Or more bored, as the case might be. The point was that whatever had happened on the radio this morning reminded her of a few chapters in those books.
So there were plenty of tables and chairs available, and Cosette would make sure there was plenty of coffee available all day if people needed it; in the meantime, she was trying to round up all the books she could think of on ghosts or possessions or paranormal phenomena in general for easy access (and yes, occasionally this meant literally herding them out of the stacks). Except for the Time-Life ones, which were being very quiet and not volunteering themselves, thank you very much, Mr. Constantine.
Re: Research: Afternoon
He hadn't found anything useful yet. He had in fact come across texts stating that ghosts and spirits were entirely fictitious and had rolled his eye so hard he'd nearly sprained something.
After some consideration he picked up a book entitled The Complete Idiot's Guide To Protecting Yourself From Stuff That's Not Supposed To Exist. Sometimes the mildly insulting books were the most helpful.
Re: Research: Afternoon
"Oh. We need salt. Do we have salt? Of course we do. Lots of salt?" He wasn't so sure about that. Maybe at the diner?
"Salt," he said to no-one in particular, "salt it says can temporarily repel most of them if they attack. Throw it. Or shoot it."
He made a note of this and marked his place with a large and shiny bookmark. It was the most useful information he'd come across all day.