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[readbytwilight.insanejournal.com]

Who: Zexion, Librarian, others
Where: The Library
When: Day 203, early afternoon
What: Books

[There had been . . . reservations, about visiting Sabra's library. Half-real memories, echoes of a reluctance from another time, another life. But the humidity creeping into the air, the scent of earth soaked with water (however wrong, however just a bit off that scent is from what it should be) result in echoes of another kind, and so it is that a lone Hydra has made his way there today, walking the stacks, pausing every so often to brush fingers over a leather-bound spine, or move certain delicate books from the lower racks to the higher.]

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[sabra_la_npcs2.insanejournal.com]

[if there's anything that can distract Librarian from his endless mountains of paperwork (other than Cepheus), it's someone reorganizing his library. ESPECIALLY someone reorganizing his library as the books cry out to him for safety from the water.

there's a great fluttering noise inside the library, and then all of a sudden a rather distressed-looking owl materializes on the shelf in front of Zexion.]

What are you doing?

[readbytwilight.insanejournal.com]

[. . . puts the book he was holding beside the owl's perch.]

Thinner bindings are more susceptible to humidity eroding the hold the glue has on the pages, and none of these were stitched. They're safer on higher shelves, all potential for flooding aside.

[sabra_la_npcs2.insanejournal.com]

I was already aware of --

[paaaause. eying you.]

You know quite a lot about books.

[readbytwilight.insanejournal.com]

I — yes, they have been rather a constant —

[. . .

Owl, Library. Talking. Cephean traditions, however backward . . . ]




. . . Vivi?

[sillyrabitricks.insanejournal.com]

[taking off his muddy boots to leave at the door]

Oh good it's not gross yet.

[sabra_la_npcs2.insanejournal.com]

[Librarian is in here already, and he is stressed stressed stresssseddd. he's lost some feathers and is looking pretty unhappy. the library is happily on high ground, but it's still dangerously humid in here...]

-- Red?

[sillyrabitricks.insanejournal.com]

Boss, what's going on?

[sabra_la_npcs2.insanejournal.com]

[shifts back and forth on his talons uncomfortably]

The water has risen substantially, and it seems to be in the process of rising higher. My books ...

[shakes his wings uncomfortably. a humidity-soaked feather drops to the ground.]

[readbytwilight.insanejournal.com]

[. . . Red?]

The floors are, as yet, quite dry.

[sillyrabitricks.insanejournal.com]

...you're real?

[readbytwilight.insanejournal.com]

[The hair is a little more blue, a little less grey tinged with green, but . . . exactly the same, yes.]

Such is the current assumption, yes.

[time_andagain.insanejournal.com]

[ditching muddy footwear]

...It feels a bit damp...

[sabra_la_npcs2.insanejournal.com]

[stressed owl perched on a shelf :|]

Ah. Syaoran?

[time_andagain.insanejournal.com]

[nods to]

Is everything okay?

[sabra_la_npcs2.insanejournal.com]

...

Okay would not be an accurate description in this situation.

[tothelight]

* triple ditching muddy footwear *

Even here...

[sabra_la_npcs2.insanejournal.com]

[sup]

... did you all come to check the books?

[tothelight]

Red and Syaoran remembered-- and then we all got kinda worried, so...

[sabra_la_npcs2.insanejournal.com]

... so you came.

[dere .////. deruffles slightly.]

[sharksong.insanejournal.com]

[and another Cepheus appears! leaving muddy boots at the entrance and moving right to the nearest shelves]

[sabra_la_npcs2.insanejournal.com]

[sittin' on top of that shelf, nudging books with his beak :((( pauses as he looks at her.]

Ah. Good afternoon.

[sharksong.insanejournal.com]

Librarian . . . It's not surprising to see you here.

[sabra_la_npcs2.insanejournal.com]

[ do you hear the suspicious sound of rustling paper? ]

[sabra_la_npcs2.insanejournal.com]

[hissssssssss]

Get out of that!

[sabra_la_npcs2.insanejournal.com]

Hey Librarian, Hey Librarian, Hey Librarian, Hey Librarian, Hey Librarian, Hey Librarian, Hey Librarian, Hey Librarian, Hey Librarian, Hey Librarian!

Did you hear the joke about wet paper?