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kleenexwomanSo I’m sitting at the library computer, happily typing out an invocation to the muses, when I turn around and see ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
diraskyria there. “Hey,” I say. “What are you doing here? I thought you were off in Aryneth doing research.”
“Hey yourself,” she says. “Want some of my espresso? I’m not going to finish it.” Which should have tipped me off right there, because they don’t allow coffee in the computer labs.
But hey, I was thirsty and kind of tired, so I take the paper cup, swig it down, and say, “Hey, where’d you go?” And fuck me if she’s not in the bottom of the cup, grinning and waving at me.
“Come on in!” she says. “It’s fun!”
And actually, the coffee looks pretty nice and warm after the cold day outside, so I’m just about to jump in and join her when I see this flash of white and black streak by. Well, I can’t just let a moving target pass me by, so I chuck the cup and follow it into the stacks. It skitters around a corner, and I’ve lost it; luckily, my predator’s eye is sharp enough to see footprints on the deep-pile acid-trip-dyed library carpet. I sneaky follow it into the B-829 section.
It’s a guy in a black suit, and he’s hanging onto the moving shelves for dear life. He’s pale as milk and maybe a little shorter than me, and he’s glaring at me with the clearest blue eyes I’ve ever seen. I recognize him immediately--it’sdrworm’s evil (or was it good? I can never remember) twin. Dunno what he’s doing in Mt. Pleasant, but he looks tasty. I hunker down and swish my tail at him. “My territory,” I growl.
He whips a book out from the shelf and brandishes it at me. “My book,” he says. “I just came here to get it.”
“What? No! That belongs to the library!” I try to read the title. The book’s all covered in skin.
“Not anymore!” He tucks it inside his jacket and swings off through the shelves, howling like an orangutan.
I lope off after him. He leads me on a merry chase through the B-F section, but I finally corner him and knock him down in an elevator. “Put the damn book back.”
He snarls a little, but he eventually takes it out of his jacket and gives it to me. Well, I’m breathing rotted meat on him, and I like to think that my fangs are pretty sharp. Yeah, I’m intimidating. Queen of the forest, yo. He still manages to scramble out between my legs when the elevator door opens, but now at least I know where he is: On the 3rd floor of the library, and it’s impossible to get out of there without one of the librarians showing you exactly where the wormhole is. And they’re never around anymore, because of budget cuts…so I wouldn’t worry. Anytime you want to come get him, Seth...
Anyway, I take the book back down to the computer lab, and it really doesn’t belong to the library. There’s no magnetic tag on it. So I flip through it a little, to see who it belongs to...and then a freaking tentacle whips out at me. I slam the book shut, and it kind of flops lifeless to the side. And then I see the author’s name.lily_lemony, you remember that manuscript you were telling me about, the one that you accidentally lost through the library portal system? Yeah. It’s here, and it grew.
Eh, it’s really no worse than my Journalism class. Professor Jerusalem is practically obsessed with finding out the horrible truth behind my LARP group. I keep telling him that there’s nothing going on, but he insists that a bunch of people who run around pretending to be vampires have some ulterior motive. They don’t! They’re just pretending! The fact that they only come out during the night and can turn into bats is incidental!
I tried to get him to let me cover the Satanic orgies that CMU President Rao is having, but he says that’s old news. I told him that the fact that he’s funding them out of the students’ tuition money is probably newsworthy, but he said that he already held Rao at bowel-disruptor point and yelled at him about it.
Sigh.nyghtshayde, do you think I should say hi to him for you? Maybe if he finds out that I know you, he’ll go a little easier on me. I know you guys were tight back when you were his Filthy Assistant...
Oh, andghostgecko? The miniature Tyrannosaurus you genetically engineered for me is starting to chase its tail and whine. Are they supposed to do that? Is it lonely? I started taking up rare roast beef for it from the dining hall, because it’s kind of hard for it to find enough mice and squirrels to eat in the winter, but I’m a little worried that it’s an unnatural diet for it. What should I do?
Anyway, that’s about all that happened today. I have a Beginning Sorcery class in a few minutes, though, and Dr. Mordrid hates if you walk in late. I’m going to ask him whether necromancy is legal, though.josephwaldman keeps telling me about the time he conjured up the ghost of Elvis, and if that ever gets out...oh boy.
But yeah, other than that…it was a normal day.
diraskyria there. “Hey,” I say. “What are you doing here? I thought you were off in Aryneth doing research.” “Hey yourself,” she says. “Want some of my espresso? I’m not going to finish it.” Which should have tipped me off right there, because they don’t allow coffee in the computer labs.
But hey, I was thirsty and kind of tired, so I take the paper cup, swig it down, and say, “Hey, where’d you go?” And fuck me if she’s not in the bottom of the cup, grinning and waving at me.
“Come on in!” she says. “It’s fun!”
And actually, the coffee looks pretty nice and warm after the cold day outside, so I’m just about to jump in and join her when I see this flash of white and black streak by. Well, I can’t just let a moving target pass me by, so I chuck the cup and follow it into the stacks. It skitters around a corner, and I’ve lost it; luckily, my predator’s eye is sharp enough to see footprints on the deep-pile acid-trip-dyed library carpet. I sneaky follow it into the B-829 section.
It’s a guy in a black suit, and he’s hanging onto the moving shelves for dear life. He’s pale as milk and maybe a little shorter than me, and he’s glaring at me with the clearest blue eyes I’ve ever seen. I recognize him immediately--it’s
drworm’s evil (or was it good? I can never remember) twin. Dunno what he’s doing in Mt. Pleasant, but he looks tasty. I hunker down and swish my tail at him. “My territory,” I growl. He whips a book out from the shelf and brandishes it at me. “My book,” he says. “I just came here to get it.”
“What? No! That belongs to the library!” I try to read the title. The book’s all covered in skin.
“Not anymore!” He tucks it inside his jacket and swings off through the shelves, howling like an orangutan.
I lope off after him. He leads me on a merry chase through the B-F section, but I finally corner him and knock him down in an elevator. “Put the damn book back.”
He snarls a little, but he eventually takes it out of his jacket and gives it to me. Well, I’m breathing rotted meat on him, and I like to think that my fangs are pretty sharp. Yeah, I’m intimidating. Queen of the forest, yo. He still manages to scramble out between my legs when the elevator door opens, but now at least I know where he is: On the 3rd floor of the library, and it’s impossible to get out of there without one of the librarians showing you exactly where the wormhole is. And they’re never around anymore, because of budget cuts…so I wouldn’t worry. Anytime you want to come get him, Seth...
Anyway, I take the book back down to the computer lab, and it really doesn’t belong to the library. There’s no magnetic tag on it. So I flip through it a little, to see who it belongs to...and then a freaking tentacle whips out at me. I slam the book shut, and it kind of flops lifeless to the side. And then I see the author’s name.
lily_lemony, you remember that manuscript you were telling me about, the one that you accidentally lost through the library portal system? Yeah. It’s here, and it grew. Eh, it’s really no worse than my Journalism class. Professor Jerusalem is practically obsessed with finding out the horrible truth behind my LARP group. I keep telling him that there’s nothing going on, but he insists that a bunch of people who run around pretending to be vampires have some ulterior motive. They don’t! They’re just pretending! The fact that they only come out during the night and can turn into bats is incidental!
I tried to get him to let me cover the Satanic orgies that CMU President Rao is having, but he says that’s old news. I told him that the fact that he’s funding them out of the students’ tuition money is probably newsworthy, but he said that he already held Rao at bowel-disruptor point and yelled at him about it.
Sigh.
nyghtshayde, do you think I should say hi to him for you? Maybe if he finds out that I know you, he’ll go a little easier on me. I know you guys were tight back when you were his Filthy Assistant... Oh, and
ghostgecko? The miniature Tyrannosaurus you genetically engineered for me is starting to chase its tail and whine. Are they supposed to do that? Is it lonely? I started taking up rare roast beef for it from the dining hall, because it’s kind of hard for it to find enough mice and squirrels to eat in the winter, but I’m a little worried that it’s an unnatural diet for it. What should I do? Anyway, that’s about all that happened today. I have a Beginning Sorcery class in a few minutes, though, and Dr. Mordrid hates if you walk in late. I’m going to ask him whether necromancy is legal, though.
josephwaldman keeps telling me about the time he conjured up the ghost of Elvis, and if that ever gets out...oh boy. But yeah, other than that…it was a normal day.
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Date: 2006-01-30 07:47 pm (UTC)