A library is not a luxury but one of the necessities of life
WHO: Maggie Mui (origamiguardian) and visitors to the Xavier Institute Library (yes, even you!)
WHERE: The Xavier Institute Library, interestingly enough
WHEN: Today between 8:00 AM and whenever
WARNINGS: Possible rampant nerdery
SUMMARY: Maggie's started working at Xavier again. She's there to be pestered, asked for help, ogled, teased, insulted, praised, and generally conversed with. Folks are also welcome to invite Maggie elsewhere (to spar, to help somewhere else, to eat, to fight, etc.)
FORMAT: Prose to start, otherwise tagger's choice
Maggie was glad to be back at the library, and she was certain the books were happy to see her too. (Today was also her birthday, technically, but as that was something she seldom tended to celebrate, she didn't give it much mind, but she felt as though the library had a celebratory air nonetheless.)
The books had been well cared for in her absence, although without a librarian some things were a bit out of place here and there. She still felt a bit unqualified for the job, but if Dr. McCoy was going to pay her for sitting in a room full of books all day, she was not going to object.
And that was the hard part, temptation often got to her and she tended to just sit there and read all the books. But she was determined to go best foot forward--besides, books organized neatly on a shelf looked so lovely. She would have loved to arrange them by height and color for the height of aesthetics, but this was a paid gig so she respected the Dewey Decimal system.
She stood in the library with a cart stacked full of misplace books, shelving. A slender, four-armed paper man stood beside her reaching the tippiest top shelves where even her six-foot-plus frame could not reach. Despite her effort to be industrious, she looked quite available for interruption.
WHERE: The Xavier Institute Library, interestingly enough
WHEN: Today between 8:00 AM and whenever
WARNINGS: Possible rampant nerdery
SUMMARY: Maggie's started working at Xavier again. She's there to be pestered, asked for help, ogled, teased, insulted, praised, and generally conversed with. Folks are also welcome to invite Maggie elsewhere (to spar, to help somewhere else, to eat, to fight, etc.)
FORMAT: Prose to start, otherwise tagger's choice
Maggie was glad to be back at the library, and she was certain the books were happy to see her too. (Today was also her birthday, technically, but as that was something she seldom tended to celebrate, she didn't give it much mind, but she felt as though the library had a celebratory air nonetheless.)
The books had been well cared for in her absence, although without a librarian some things were a bit out of place here and there. She still felt a bit unqualified for the job, but if Dr. McCoy was going to pay her for sitting in a room full of books all day, she was not going to object.
And that was the hard part, temptation often got to her and she tended to just sit there and read all the books. But she was determined to go best foot forward--besides, books organized neatly on a shelf looked so lovely. She would have loved to arrange them by height and color for the height of aesthetics, but this was a paid gig so she respected the Dewey Decimal system.
She stood in the library with a cart stacked full of misplace books, shelving. A slender, four-armed paper man stood beside her reaching the tippiest top shelves where even her six-foot-plus frame could not reach. Despite her effort to be industrious, she looked quite available for interruption.