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

[gavegoodface]

He was coping decently enough with the weirdness, but that didn't stop Face dove into the research to distract himself, of course, given that this apparently had something to do with the upcoming holiday which he still called it not-Life-Day in his head, first he'd had to figure out where to start. Eventually he'd settled on a massive tome on traditional Christmas traditions.

Some hours later, he was (still) paging through it when he found a scrap of paper wedged in there. Curious, he picked it up and started reading. "Five days gone. 3x spirits rampant. Many lost. Solution found. All works moved to...oh, sithspit."