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fandomhigh2019-09-25 03:16 am
raisedbybooklice) wrote in fandomhigh2019-09-25 03:16 am
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Fandom Library, Wednesday
When Elisabeth got into the library today, the books had set up a contingent of guards outside the door to Special Collections. They formed two lines, each three books thick and chest about chest high, with other books acting as crenelations. Other books were marching back and forth from one end to the other, fluttering their pages in little salutes as they passed each other.
Confused, Elisabeth drifted over to watch. As soon as she did, the marching books flung themselves into the air practically bristling with aggression.
"Okay, okay, settle down," Elisabeth said, taking several steps back. "I don't want to go in there anyway. That's the vault right? Where all the most dangerous of the books are?" Close enough. "Nope. I don't have nearly enough salt or iron to go in there. Just my luck to turn something into a Malefict and have to explain it to Director Constantine. No thank you."
She spun on her heel and did a little marching of her own, right back to the circulation desk where she started processing books for the Interlibrary Loans.
Hmm. The Collected Works of Shakespeare to McClellan, C; the usual spot, 1998 Missouri. The Aeneid to Hypatia; 50 A.D. Egypt. Flight of Dragons to Cat, C; Whenever BookWorld. And several others besides.
Most of the instructions made no sense, but Elisabeth was determined to send them out anyway. She settled into work while the books watched her, their aggression turned into something like dismay when she refused to engage.
"I am not paying attention to you," Elisabeth told them, not looking up from her work.
Confused, Elisabeth drifted over to watch. As soon as she did, the marching books flung themselves into the air practically bristling with aggression.
"Okay, okay, settle down," Elisabeth said, taking several steps back. "I don't want to go in there anyway. That's the vault right? Where all the most dangerous of the books are?" Close enough. "Nope. I don't have nearly enough salt or iron to go in there. Just my luck to turn something into a Malefict and have to explain it to Director Constantine. No thank you."
She spun on her heel and did a little marching of her own, right back to the circulation desk where she started processing books for the Interlibrary Loans.
Hmm. The Collected Works of Shakespeare to McClellan, C; the usual spot, 1998 Missouri. The Aeneid to Hypatia; 50 A.D. Egypt. Flight of Dragons to Cat, C; Whenever BookWorld. And several others besides.
Most of the instructions made no sense, but Elisabeth was determined to send them out anyway. She settled into work while the books watched her, their aggression turned into something like dismay when she refused to engage.
"I am not paying attention to you," Elisabeth told them, not looking up from her work.