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It's Janet's last day opening the library, and she'd truthfully hoped to be a bit better-dressed for it. Sadly, she's down to her last jogging outfit--lavender shorts and a black t-shirt that was a little too short for her to be comfortable in it--and since she's out of clean socks, she's running around the school barefoot. Her sandals have gone missing since last summer, and she's not about to wear her running shoes without socks.

But! The last day of the term was library aide party day, no matter how silly she looks, and so she's hauled a couple of shopping bags filled with gourmet foods--Dr. Pierson was duly harassed for his credit card as forfeit for abandoning them to teach history, and also, Professor Wagner was just too nice for that kind of harassment--so she unlocked the door, flipped on the lights, and set out a bunch of ~~mod your own yummies~~ food and drinks behind the Collections Desk. Technically, it was just for the library aides, but they were all nice women. ~~Hush, you.~~ So roomies and friends and could probably be persuaded to share.

Random passers-by might even have luck too. As long as none of them had any overdue library books. Or were willing to accept a malleting and returned their book first.

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Which is when the library is closed, unless you're the aides, the librarian, or a friend of any of the above.

Angela began to pile a plate with hummus and pita, cookies, cheeses, and a stray grape or two so she could pretend it was healthy. In her desperation for something to wear, she had cut the sleeves off of a faded babydoll-style flannel dress.

"This is an amazing spread," she told Janet.

"We should send a thank-you card to Dr. Pierson for sponsoring it," said Janet, giggling. "Even if it was unwillingly and under threat of malleting. And thanks. God, after an entire year of the library, we deserve this."

"How is he?" Angela wondered, nibbling on a cookie. "I haven't seen him around in forever. Nice of him to pay for all this, either way."

"He's trying to decide if he's going to stick around for the summer," said Janet. "Or if he wants to explore the unknown wilds of Special Collections. Parker and I were considering bribing the library to lock him in."

Angela choked a little at that. "What has he done to deserve that?" she asked. "It already ate at least one professor."

"Generally, he's been his usual pain in the neck self." Janet laughed. "Besides, it's not like the library would really do anything bad to him. I think. He did take care of it for a semester."

"Would it feed him and stuff, do you think?" Angela asked idly. Then she shrugged, deciding this must be one of those things she would never understand because she started late. "So I take it you're here all summer."

"I think it would. I mean, as long as he kept it all away from the books." Janet managed to keep a straight face for that, even. "All summer long, yeah. Though I might go on vacation for a week or so before the summer semester starts."

Rory wandered in and smiled as she helped herself to the food ~~and her player is not feeling well so we won't be listing all the various yummies, as that would not help~~.

"Did Dr. Pierson cover it again?" she asked curiously.

"He was kind of forced to," said Janet, snickering. She pointed to the coffee and flavored syrups and cream she had set off to the side. "Zero had her mallet. So how're you doing today? ~~Feel better soon!~~"

"Annoyed. Stupid laundry machines. I'm running out of clothes." She waved at her light blue button-up shirt and plaid skirt. "I'm stuck wearing my old school uniform because I ran out of anything else clean."

"I wish there was some way to do a retaliatory strike against the laundry machines. Paint them all silly colors or something." Janet shook her head. "But I heard Marty and Nadia didn't fare so well against them. At least your school uniform could be mistaken for everyday clothing. This outfit really can't be."

"Considering my latest growth spurt," Rory said, rolling her eyes as she stepped out from behind a desk and revealed her far-too-short skirt, "mine's not so much either. But in any case, something's got to be done. Can't we, I don't know, take them apart or something?"

"That might just make them angrier," Angela said dolefully. "But I hope someone does something soo, 'cause I'm stuck in this dress. Which was going out of style in 1995, so ... do I look like a refugee from Goodwill?"

"Sam, Bridge, and Cally could maybe take them apart, but we'd have to get them to cease hostilities first." Janet studied Angela's outfit. "No. But you do look like you came here from the early 90's instead of the mid 90's."

OOC: Heading home from work now. Back online later.

*waves*

*is finally back omg!*

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