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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.]

Comments

[sabra_la_npcs2.insanejournal.com]

Yes. The air is less humid there.

[sillyrabitricks.insanejournal.com]

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

[sabra_la_npcs2.insanejournal.com]

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

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

[sillyrabitricks.insanejournal.com]

Then let me help.

[sabra_la_npcs2.insanejournal.com]

This is the only thing you can assist with.

[sillyrabitricks.insanejournal.com]

Then leave it to us.

[sabra_la_npcs2.insanejournal.com]

[... dere .///.]

Thank you.

[sillyrabitricks.insanejournal.com]

It's the least we can do, sir.

[sabra_la_npcs2.insanejournal.com]

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

[sillyrabitricks.insanejournal.com]

You're our patron.

[sabra_la_npcs2.insanejournal.com]

... yes. Yes, I am.

[fluffs himself out more comfortably]

[sillyrabitricks.insanejournal.com]

Mmm.