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bravenewworld2014-01-29 09:16 pm
highliber) wrote in bravenewworld2014-01-29 09:16 pm
A librarian's lament [backdated to not long after the Earthquake]
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The scream was audible from the street. It was the sound of a soul in pain. The sound, perhaps, of a librarian who has just entered her library to check for earthquake damage and seen every damn shelf and book in a huge heap. After the scream of horror finishes, she goes on with an encore performance of a stream of creative cursing about having people fired and whipped and flogged and banished, coming to a climax of "AND IF IT DOESN'T GET PROPERLY SECURED THIS TIME I WILL DO SOMETHING SO POINTLESSLY HIDEOUS TO YOU YOU'LL DIE AS MUCH FROM SURPRISE AS YOU DO FROM THE ACTUAL INJURIES! NOW MOVE!"
Some wild wingulls fly away in alarm with the volume of the last word.
[12 hours later]
Zarvora slowly emerged from the library and set down on the steps by the front door to massage her temples. She felt a migraine coming on, but at least her staff had an organized plan for putting everything back together. This put her personal projects back by weeks, if not months, though. Her Fletchling landed on her head in concern and looked down at her face, and she couldn't help but smile a bit at that as she looked back up. "What do you think, Charles? Did I over do it a bit?"
The scream was audible from the street. It was the sound of a soul in pain. The sound, perhaps, of a librarian who has just entered her library to check for earthquake damage and seen every damn shelf and book in a huge heap. After the scream of horror finishes, she goes on with an encore performance of a stream of creative cursing about having people fired and whipped and flogged and banished, coming to a climax of "AND IF IT DOESN'T GET PROPERLY SECURED THIS TIME I WILL DO SOMETHING SO POINTLESSLY HIDEOUS TO YOU YOU'LL DIE AS MUCH FROM SURPRISE AS YOU DO FROM THE ACTUAL INJURIES! NOW MOVE!"
Some wild wingulls fly away in alarm with the volume of the last word.
[12 hours later]
Zarvora slowly emerged from the library and set down on the steps by the front door to massage her temples. She felt a migraine coming on, but at least her staff had an organized plan for putting everything back together. This put her personal projects back by weeks, if not months, though. Her Fletchling landed on her head in concern and looked down at her face, and she couldn't help but smile a bit at that as she looked back up. "What do you think, Charles? Did I over do it a bit?"
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Zarvora's also ordering the library's staff around like she was a general on campaign, and jumping in to help when someone doesn't move fast enough to suit her needs. She's probably too busy to talk to oh shit too late she saw you.]
What are you doing just standing around like that! The governor's inspector will be by in two days for the archive reports and we have NO IDEA where they are! Get your ass in gear!
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Yes ma'am!
[Salute and to work!]
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How long will you go without asking any questions, though? Because she's not offering a lunch break any time soon.]
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Eventually...]
Okay, I don't think we're going to get anything more done today.
You did well, though, and good work should be rewarded.
[At some point, the lobby was supplied with snacks and beer.]
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Oh geeze, that was twelve hours!? I gotta get back to the theater!
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...You're not an employee here?
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[he salutes]
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