I'll have to find another tower somewhere
Who; Marian Hawke, OPEN
What; Thursday night = research night.
Where; The Library.
When; Thursday evening on until either distraction or LATE.
Rating; PG at most.
Status; Ongoing.
Though not nearly as distressed as most by the most recent turn of events, Marian had still made herself relatively scarce in the aftermath. It wasn't avoidance, really - rather the strangeness of the transformations and the manner in which they compounded concerns she'd already had made for the perfect excuse to disappear into the library for days on end.
Not, generally speaking, that she found herself needing excuses; it had been several years since anyone had really questioned her whereabouts.
Which were, today, at a table, half-hidden behind a ridiculously large stack of books, frowning over her notes on a particularly bizarre passage. If she was at all aware of her surroundings, it didn't really show.
What; Thursday night = research night.
Where; The Library.
When; Thursday evening on until either distraction or LATE.
Rating; PG at most.
Status; Ongoing.
Though not nearly as distressed as most by the most recent turn of events, Marian had still made herself relatively scarce in the aftermath. It wasn't avoidance, really - rather the strangeness of the transformations and the manner in which they compounded concerns she'd already had made for the perfect excuse to disappear into the library for days on end.
Not, generally speaking, that she found herself needing excuses; it had been several years since anyone had really questioned her whereabouts.
Which were, today, at a table, half-hidden behind a ridiculously large stack of books, frowning over her notes on a particularly bizarre passage. If she was at all aware of her surroundings, it didn't really show.