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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[tobecaprican]

[ Enter Gaius. The last time he was in the library, October reared its ugly head, but at least this isn't an evening excursion and that counts for something. He'd put out his cigarette in the hallway but still carries with him that faint smell of smoke, hands tucked into the pockets of his jacket as he sets about looking around.

Not for a book, either, but for a person. ]

Spam 2: the re-spammening

[strangehistorian]

[Chromie drifts between shelves like a ghost for her part, sometimes with stacks of books that look like they weigh more than she does.

And occasionally she'll simply appear where she wasn't a second ago and watch that Vasilia is doing her job - not that Chromie assumes she won't, but there is a duty to the woman's warden.

In a lull in the work, she tries to get the inmate's attention.]

Excuse me.

[spam] - sorry I'm so late!

[byronicsherlock.livejournal.com]

[Sherlock doesn't bother replying. He leaves his room, navigates through the long grass at the end of the corridor, and enters the library, making his way through the stacks, and keeping an eye out for his inmate.]