Library, Saturday

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If Elsa looked a little out of sorts as she made her way into the library, it was because she'd been treated to nightmares of days long past, of a little sister who was so far gone that she wasn't even shivering from the cold. She'd woken up with tears on her face, only to be met with a knock on her door, and a tentative, "Elsa?"

It had happened a few times that morning while she'd tried to pull herself together. Every time, she went and actually opened the door. She was going to do things differently. She was going to do things right by Anna.

Every time, there was nobody at the door.

The first thing she did when she got to the library, then, was put on hot water for tea. The next thing she did was try to figure out the coffee maker. And the third thing she did was make a beeline for a stack of books, because at least if she was busying herself with being useful, then the barrage of emotions that was hitting her like a sack of bricks would maybe, maybe dull a little.

Spoiler: It didn't.

[OOC: The library is open for all your BDE Researching needs!]

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Re: Research

[likethegun]

Sam was already pretty empathetic to the feelings of others, so actually feeling those feelings was... pretty damn awful, and he'd made a mental note to hug every actual empath he knew for what they clearly had to deal with all the time.

He'd thought that coming to the library and researching the creatures that were wandering around would be helpful, but every time he pulled a book off of a shelf, another book flew off of the shelf at him. The first few times, he got smacked in the chest, sighed, and stuffed the book back onto the shelf. He tried to duck once, and got a book to the throat, and when he finally got smacked in the face he hit his limit. "Okay, I get it!" he yelled, snatching the book up and holding onto it.

That was probably a little louder than he needed to be inside, but the book had totally started it.