Library, Monday

[intotheout]

Tip was trying to get actual library work done this week, she really was. But every time she focused on it, she kept seeing flashes of something dashing by out of the corner of her eye. She never saw what it was, exactly, and when she asked Bill he just gave her the bubble version of a shrug. It didn't matter if she was at the front desk or in the stacks. She tried just staring vaguely into space for a bit to see if she could track it down, but it only every happened when she was actually working.

"Right," she said. "Either there's a ghost in here who wants me to be a slacker, or I'm losing my mind."

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[always_someone]

Norman paused for a few seconds, thinking on that. What did he want to do? He didn't think for a moment that 'liaison between the living and the dead' was a viable job option, here.

"Helping people, I guess? Or on the complete other hand, something that doesn't involve dealing with people much at all..."

There wasn't much middle ground between Norman's penchant for helping others and his awkwardness around the living in general.