Library, Thursday

[talentforlying]

Something had just seriously fucked with the wards that John had scattered about the island, and so he roused himself out of his apartment and in to work, throwing wide the doors of the library, and heading straight for his office.

It had felt nothing like anything he knew, which was both concerning and fucking annoying.

He had to make some consultations. Hopefully Zee wasn't still pissed about that one thing. Or the other one.

Either way, the library was open. Ish. Open-ish.

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Mod Your Library

[talentforlying]

Look, you're all supposedly sentient creatures. Help yourselves.

Talk to Constantine

[talentforlying]

He's around the library, in-and-out of his office, and, if you're unlucky in your timing, reinforcing the wards on Special Collections. In blood.

OOC

[talentforlying]

Basic OCD for first day of BDE!