ext_107666 ([identity profile] auroryborealis.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhigh2006-07-25 02:08 pm
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Library [07/25]

Rory opened the library, and positioned herself behind the desk with the fan and a book.

[Apologies on the late posting. Am battling the flu - if responses are slow, it's because I fell asleep.]

[identity profile] whitedeathpod.livejournal.com 2006-07-25 06:24 pm (UTC)(link)
After class, John, feeling a little risky, sneaks into the library. He's carrying a rather large bag. He heads straight back to a section that's hidden from the front desk.

Once hidden, he starts digging things out of his bag. Some books, a small pillow, cereal boxes etc. And he starts building a fort.

[identity profile] whitedeathpod.livejournal.com 2006-07-25 06:38 pm (UTC)(link)
He grabs a few chairs from around the library, always trying to play it cool if he came in sight of the desk before dragging the chairs back like they were precious gold and he was a miner.

Those go up as sort of a fortifying wall. And he's even got a flag. That goes in one of the cereal boxes which, unfortunately, is full and spreads Cheerios on the floor.

Oops.

[identity profile] whitedeathpod.livejournal.com 2006-07-25 06:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh no! John seizes and checks to make sure Rory isn't actually coming back. When he's satisfied she isn't, he makes up an excuse.

"Fine, fine. I'm reading..." He picks up the first book he can and reads the title, "...The Fountain!"

[identity profile] willbedone.livejournal.com 2006-07-25 06:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Willow stopped by the library when she had a moment. Seeing Rory at the desk, she looked at her nervously.

[identity profile] willbedone.livejournal.com 2006-07-25 07:05 pm (UTC)(link)
"Mostly," Willow said. She came over to the counter. "I was able to go to my class yesterday and thus avoid a black mark on my attendance record. Plus the nurse says I'm allowed to be around people without worrying I might kill them accidentally."

[identity profile] whitedeathpod.livejournal.com 2006-07-25 07:05 pm (UTC)(link)
He's taken the time since he answered and her subsequent reply to stack books around his cereal boxes and pillows.

Also, there's a pair of his boxers at the forefront of the fort. THEY ARE CLEAN. They're just there for color.

"Sure sure," he replies distractedly. "In a minute. I'm looking for something else."

Yeah, like the two dictionaries he just came upon. Hello columns of power!

[identity profile] willbedone.livejournal.com 2006-07-25 07:10 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah. I heard about that." Willow said. She decided not to say anything else just to see what Rory might say.

[identity profile] whitedeathpod.livejournal.com 2006-07-25 07:11 pm (UTC)(link)
"NO!" John shouts. And then remembering this is a library, he shushes himself.

"No, I'm fine. Done in a minute." Yeah, right. Once he has the fort built high enough off the ground, John reaches into his bag and pulls out a quilt from his room.

He drapes it over the top of the fort and now he's got a ceiling!

[identity profile] willbedone.livejournal.com 2006-07-25 07:14 pm (UTC)(link)
"Last night," Willow said.

[identity profile] whitedeathpod.livejournal.com 2006-07-25 07:16 pm (UTC)(link)
"Fiiiiiiiiine," he sing songs, climbing under the quilt. "I'm just really into my reading. Go reading go!"

[identity profile] willbedone.livejournal.com 2006-07-25 07:21 pm (UTC)(link)
"It was just the spell, right?" Willow asked. "Because I've been through about every variation of cheating, boyfriends, girlfriends, friends and really not so much friends that I care to ever go through and I'm really tired of losing people. Which, um, would include being friends with you, by the way."

[identity profile] whitedeathpod.livejournal.com 2006-07-25 07:22 pm (UTC)(link)
"Your ears must be clogged with fluid," John says, rapdily making stuff up. "You should get that checked. I sound fine!"

[identity profile] whitedeathpod.livejournal.com 2006-07-25 07:29 pm (UTC)(link)
John, who is under the quilt, tries to be very quiet in hopes that she'll think he's fled.

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