Library, Sunday

[unusual_sith]

Lana had no idea where they had found the string, or how they'd managed to tie it, but somehow the books had managed to create little hammocks in between the shelves. Some of them were lying on them, swaying gently; others were hanging from them, swinging back and forth, and then launching themselves.

Lana...was not going to ask. "Just be careful of your pages," she told them. "It's all fun and games until somebody gets creased or torn."


The library was open!