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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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Within the week, I would think. I am already working on the transfer paperwork.

Thank you boss.

Sorry, the order is gonna get messed up. It can be fixed later.

If the books survive, I will endure the lack of order. Temporarily.

At least I can fix it easily. It'll be fine.

[... nods]

You would remember, wouldn't you.

Yeah, so it won't take me so long to fix it.

Then -- if your team would be all right with storing the most delicate books, and we could move the moderately delicate ones to higher shelves...

In our dorm?

Yes. The air is less humid there.

You should go too, you're not looking so hot, boss.

[ruffles his feathers. another feather drops to the ground.]

It ... is not merely the humidity. I am very busy.

Then let me help.

This is the only thing you can assist with.

Then leave it to us.

[... dere .///.]

Thank you.

It's the least we can do, sir.

Y-yes, but -- it is extra effort taken for a Judge.

You're our patron.

... yes. Yes, I am.

[fluffs himself out more comfortably]

Mmm.

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