A librarian's lament [backdated to not long after the Earthquake]

[highliber]

[Action]

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?"

Comments

[lifeissuffering]

[Ogami is going to cautiously peer in after that outburst]

Later

[all_onis_are_true]

[Hiroshi was going to the library today. The earthquake had delayed his first real attempt to go outside the city in a while, so he figured he could at least try to put more research in... or that was the plan, until he noted a familiar face sitting at the steps. Oh. She was out today. Great. And it would be rude to ignore her.]

...Good afternoon, Miss Zarvora.

[He bows stiffly. Hey, is that a pokemon with him? An actual pokemon? Huh. Looks like an Axew.]

[tinytactician]

The logical order of things after a crisis: check on family, check on close friends, check on books. The first isn't doing so well, the second is alarmingly busy, so Armin's really headed to the library to soothe himself. The sight of a deafeated librarian doesn't help much in that area, however.

Regardless, he'll tiptoe over, Ralts in arms, frowning and doing his best to not bleed concerned emotions all over everything -- someone has not the slightest clue as to how to properly regulate his psychic powers.

"...is...everything all right?"