The Library, Wednesday

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John had gone home long enough to get a good three hours of sleep in, shower, and then gotten back up and come into work.

Real coffee was out, you could ask for tea if you wanted it, and the librarian was in-and-out of Special Collections, bringing out the oldest books and scrolls he could find.

Good luck, Fandom. You were going to need it.

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Mod Your Library

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For your regular browsing.

Research -- Morning

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There was coffee and donuts for the early birds, and stacks-upon-stacks of the oldest magical reference materials John could find.

Have fun, kids.

Research -- Afternoon

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Yes, he'd ordered pizza. Yes, he'd brought it into the library. It had meat and veggies and shit, yeah? BUT SO HELP YOU IF JOHN CAUGHT YOU EATING AND TURNING THE PAGES OF IRREPLACEABLE MAGICAL TOMES AT THE SAME TIME.

You'll fucking summon something by accident. Wipe your fingers on your trousers, first.

The Librarian's Office

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Where he's occasionally napping. Coughing badly, and reaching for fragments of sleep. Setting the hat on fire was a kick to his poor system.

OOC

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Up early for ALL THE TIME ZONES!