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fandomhigh2019-09-24 10:10 am
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Library - Tuesday, 9/24/19
Barnabas accompanied Delirium to the library in the hope he could stop her from trying to get into Special Collections. He settled himself down with a sigh when she walked up a wall and across the ceiling and tried to walk through the door from the top instead of the bottom.
Delirium walked through the door and found herself in the Salle. A small scowl and a return to the Library by stepping through reality to get there had her frowning at the door. "Why won't you let me in?" she asked. The door stubbornly didn't answer. The second attempt to enter Special Collections put her in the rooftop garden again. She sighed and stepped back into the library.
The books had watched and again held up score cards. "What do you mean, 4?!" Del asked, aggrieved. A book with a striped cover and an embossed whistle on the front hopped over and began ruffling its pages at her, pontificating on the score. Del's head cocked to the side as she listened. "I wasn't doing it for style!" she protested, "If I was going for style, I'd have made it more colorful or musical or something!"
The book ruffled pages pompously. Del gave it a look and stomped herself to the seat behind the desk, slouching andtotally pouting not pouting at all.
[Library is Open!]
Delirium walked through the door and found herself in the Salle. A small scowl and a return to the Library by stepping through reality to get there had her frowning at the door. "Why won't you let me in?" she asked. The door stubbornly didn't answer. The second attempt to enter Special Collections put her in the rooftop garden again. She sighed and stepped back into the library.
The books had watched and again held up score cards. "What do you mean, 4?!" Del asked, aggrieved. A book with a striped cover and an embossed whistle on the front hopped over and began ruffling its pages at her, pontificating on the score. Del's head cocked to the side as she listened. "I wasn't doing it for style!" she protested, "If I was going for style, I'd have made it more colorful or musical or something!"
The book ruffled pages pompously. Del gave it a look and stomped herself to the seat behind the desk, slouching and
[Library is Open!]