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Arden was shelving books when she noticed that there were softly glowing mushrooms growing out of the shelves and on either side of the aisle. "Oh shit, is there some kind of fungus problem?" Arden muttered, following the mushrooms to see if she could find the leak or whatever that had led to the mushrooms sprouting up. "Better than mold, maybe?"

She'd only gone a few dozen yards when she noticed that the lights were growing dimmer, the way forward shrouded in gloom and then fading to actual darkness. The mushrooms were getting larger, too. Before they'd been the size of her thumb. Then her hand. Now several of them were up to knee-height. Another few feet and she could swear she could hear singing, juuuuust out of earshot enough that she couldn't make out the words, just a beautiful tune.

One step. Two steps.

Was that...her name? Had somebody called her name?

"Nope!" Arden said, backing up. "Absolutely fucking not. Got trap written all over it. Fuck this noise entirely. Miss me with that shit, thanks."

And with that, she spun on her heel and strode right back the way she came. She didn't stop until she was back at the circulation desk, making a sign warning people to avoid the mycology section.

This seemed like a good problem to bring to Mr. Constantine's attention. Arden felt entirely comfortable declaring it above her paygrade, not to mention that playing hero was for other people.

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Maybe avoid a certain section, though. Arden had gone back long enough to put a row of chairs across the aisle she'd come out of. That should say 'Don't cross' pretty well, right?

As she absolutely nopes out of dealing with whatever the fuck that is over there.

She intended to survive this horror movie, thank you.

Was food allowed in the library? Lydia hadn't the faintest idea, nor did it occur to her as a possible issue, since if food was not allowed in her father's book room he might well have starved to death by now, so she was bustling in with a box of doughnuts and saying, "Arden, you must help me. I fear I may have gotten carried away at the doughnut shop in Las Vegas."

(This thread brought to you by the fact that the OG District Donuts is one of my favorite places in New Orleans because it is amazeballs and I only remembered there's one in Vegas today.)

"Lydia!" She looked up and grinned. "You need help eating delicious, sugary pastries? Sounds like a difficult job, but I, your friend, am happy to assist. You're welcome."

"Oh, splendid," Lydia said as she opened the box.

Was that angels singing or was it just the peach donut? Hard to say.

"And perhaps you could take one to Kamala as well?" If she felt like eating a donut, or indeed anything ever again, post-hákarl. "You both live in the boarding house, yes? I'm afraid I don't know which one she'd like best, but there's blueberry cheesecake, coconut cream, peach crumble, red velvet, and this one is 'sangria,' whatever that is." Lydia helpfully pointed out each kind of donut as she named it. "I still don't understand 'red velvet' either, but it certainly is red."

"I'll bring one to her," Arden said. "But that blueberry cheesecake is calling my name. I can practically hear it."

Though it might be the leftover angelic choir from the peach donut.

Especially about any strange mycological incidents you may have experienced recently.

I enjoy the "too pragmatic for this horror movie" trope too much.

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