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fandomhigh2019-09-03 06:42 am
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Library: Tuesday September 3
Delirium had been accepted as a Library Aide by that very nice teacher, John Constantine. She liked him. He called her 'pet'. She wasn't his pet, no, but it was a nice word when he said it.
She made her way to the library after cocoa-bombing only not really bombing because that would be mean, she meant just sneakily giving him a cocoa as a surprise kind of bombing, and saw that the books had embraced the spirit of the season of The Spice.
Because it was everywhere. Mountains of it sliding off the shelves, books sliding down small mountains of it like they were sledding or skiing and flipping into the air doing tricks. Delirium caught one before it could hit the floor. "This is not how it works," she said, not unkindly, "You can't do this. It's messy. I don't think we're supposed to be messy in here. That's not how the spice works either. Here; I'll show you how it works."
And that's how a truly epic amount of gritty ground mixed spices became tiny paper cups of coffee. Not real coffee, it was paper coffee too because they were books but all of it was pumpkin spice scented. The books milled about with their tiny coffee cups sitting atop the pages and seemed very excited, like they were having conversations with one another.
They were behaving. That was the important part.
Special Collections.. the rules said not to go in. That's what the rules said and that's what the big shiny wards on the door said and she spent a moment admiring Constantine's handwriting because it really was very nice penmanship and she wasn't sure a demonic alphabet was supposed to look nice but it did anyway. The wards couldn't hurt her and she couldn't hurt them and she really was very curious, and so.. she walked through the door with a pleased little hum that she'd see what was inside.
Only to find herself on the rooftop garden. "Hey!" Delirium stamped, "That's cheating!" She marched herself back to the library and shook a finger at the door and tried again.
Garden again. "Oooooh, no, that's a bad door!" Delirium scowled, marching back to the Library and sinking into a sulk behind the counter. Glaring at Special Collections. It wasn't a bad door. It was, at the moment, an incredibly smug door, if a door could be said to have emotions at all - and honestly where Delirium was concerned it really could - because it was Doing Its Job. "I will get in there, you know," Delirium muttered, "I'll just have to be sneaky about it."
[Open! And so begins Delirium's eternal quest to get into Special Collections.]
[OOC note: Infusion day, I will be very slow and email pinging.]
She made her way to the library after cocoa-bombing only not really bombing because that would be mean, she meant just sneakily giving him a cocoa as a surprise kind of bombing, and saw that the books had embraced the spirit of the season of The Spice.
Because it was everywhere. Mountains of it sliding off the shelves, books sliding down small mountains of it like they were sledding or skiing and flipping into the air doing tricks. Delirium caught one before it could hit the floor. "This is not how it works," she said, not unkindly, "You can't do this. It's messy. I don't think we're supposed to be messy in here. That's not how the spice works either. Here; I'll show you how it works."
And that's how a truly epic amount of gritty ground mixed spices became tiny paper cups of coffee. Not real coffee, it was paper coffee too because they were books but all of it was pumpkin spice scented. The books milled about with their tiny coffee cups sitting atop the pages and seemed very excited, like they were having conversations with one another.
They were behaving. That was the important part.
Special Collections.. the rules said not to go in. That's what the rules said and that's what the big shiny wards on the door said and she spent a moment admiring Constantine's handwriting because it really was very nice penmanship and she wasn't sure a demonic alphabet was supposed to look nice but it did anyway. The wards couldn't hurt her and she couldn't hurt them and she really was very curious, and so.. she walked through the door with a pleased little hum that she'd see what was inside.
Only to find herself on the rooftop garden. "Hey!" Delirium stamped, "That's cheating!" She marched herself back to the library and shook a finger at the door and tried again.
Garden again. "Oooooh, no, that's a bad door!" Delirium scowled, marching back to the Library and sinking into a sulk behind the counter. Glaring at Special Collections. It wasn't a bad door. It was, at the moment, an incredibly smug door, if a door could be said to have emotions at all - and honestly where Delirium was concerned it really could - because it was Doing Its Job. "I will get in there, you know," Delirium muttered, "I'll just have to be sneaky about it."
[Open! And so begins Delirium's eternal quest to get into Special Collections.]
[OOC note: Infusion day, I will be very slow and email pinging.]