8.0 Day in the Library (Spamlogs)

[no_fastolfe]

[Private to Sherlock]
At your convenience. I will understand if the way is impassable, however. I found myself among a wetland on my way this morning.

Library Spams]
[Vasilia is in the library, shelving books and generally getting the lay of the stacks. When she sees something out of place she goes for it-- surgical, putting it back in order as if she blames it for being out. Patterns, she's always been good at patterns.]

[OOC: Sorry about the lateness, Nemo!]

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Re: Spam

[no_fastolfe]

Aboard the barge you can at least be certain that you are outside of his sphere of prediction. Likewise Rinzler! So I do not see why his status is pertinent to our experiments at all. [She lifts her chin]

I refuse to compromise my few points of stability because you are apparently fictional, sir. I will not take it into consideration with Rinzler, nor with you nor anyone else. And you cannot convince me to do otherwise. [Which, besides being imperious and self centered, is also an admission that she depends on Sherlock to some extent. But then, she's darkly convinced that he's deduced it somehow already, so no harm in admission.]