Library, Thursday, 8/24

[chasingangela]

For old time's sake, Angela has found one of the signs from last year that tells students to turn in their books before the semester ends or get malleted and hung it on the door. She hasn't thought of what to do if someone really wants to be malleted; hunt down Zero, she supposes.

It also occurs to her that the new librarian, whoever it is, will probably want to use their office as more than a holding cell for junk mail and dust bunnies, so she's slowly, slowly cleaning up in there when she can't find anything better to do, like staring into space or trying to plan out her weekend. It's a little amazing how much fur there still is back there.

[OOC: Open for the last time this summer, sniff.]

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[chasingangela]

"It's her last day there, so I might stop by too," Angela said. "Can't believe the seniors are all going."

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, I know it's going to be so weird," Cameron grimaced and that did diminish his smile but he didn't want to think about it too much. "If you drop by Caritas, I'll buy you a drink."

[chasingangela]

"I'll take you up on that," Angela promised.

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

"Cool," he smiled and motioned to the books. "Are those in order."

[chasingangela]

"Completely," Angela said. "Learn anything interesting?"

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

He nodded. "Pretty much that we're screwed if most of those monsters invade. And you're best of with either a sword or a flamethrower if they do show up."