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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?

[sillyrabitricks.insanejournal.com]

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

Oh good it's not gross yet.

[time_andagain.insanejournal.com]

[ditching muddy footwear]

...It feels a bit damp...

[tothelight]

* triple ditching muddy footwear *

Even here...

[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]

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