793.8.025.110.393 - Heading Out
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xp_logsThe library is done, and everyone else definitely is too.
Time was definitely relative in the library. Topaz felt like they had been there for days, but her phone still had the exact same time on it that it had been when they'd walked in. At least it hadn't died, she mused as they made their way toward the exit (hopefully).
"Am I the only one who got a nice little pep talk from the library?" she finally asked, mostly because she knew the answer. The atmosphere wasn't exactly happy.
"I was forced to endure a lecture by..." Marie-Ange glanced at Doug, and then rolled her eye, clearly somehow blaming him for some part of her encounter. "A fairy-tale witch who made me agree to make friends before she would let me leave." She made a frustrated face, and then let out a fitful sigh. "Apparently I am avoiding everyone and am going to end up a bitter old murderer in a shack in a swamp."
Doug shook his head. "I got John bloody Constantine, so mine was less 'pep talk' and more 'get over yourself' lecture. With swearing. And cigarettes." And missing Pete, but he wasn't going to admit that part out loud necessarily. He cast his eyes sideways to Amanda.
Before Amanda could answer, Marie-Ange made a disgusted noise. "If you were smoking, I am not kissing you until you brush your teeth. Just so that you know."
Amanda's hand paused in the action of reaching for her cigarettes. "So that's the secret, is it, Angie?" she said, making an effort to tease but obviously her heart wasn't in it. "Can we just get the fuck out of here now?"
Topaz' eyes flicked between the three of them, then back to her phone. She tucked it away, sighing inwardly. "Think that depends on the library-" They turned a corner, and there was the exit. "Oh brilliant. I never thought I'd be sick of books."
"Look, Constantine said I was stuck with this curse thing, so can we forego the whole 'dunking in ice cold water' thing?" Doug asked, on the plaintive side.
"Normally I'd ask for a second opinion, but since it's the magical fucking library pulling the strings on its puppets..." Amanda sighed. "Sorry, mate."
"Yes, in the interest of being sensible, perhaps we should not listen to the fictional...." Marie-Ange held up a finger. "Magician? Superhero? Is this the one you said slept with Lucifer on television? Ah, well, regardless, no advice on your real curse from a not real person, you get the ice bath."
"What's that really annoying thing everyone's always saying to me?" Topaz tilted her head. "Ah, right. Never hurts to try, does it?"
Sometimes you had nothing left but the same thing you'd already said on the subject. "I hate you all and I suddenly want very bad things to happen to every single one of you," Doug muttered as they made their way through the arched doorway and back to the 'regular' world.
Time was definitely relative in the library. Topaz felt like they had been there for days, but her phone still had the exact same time on it that it had been when they'd walked in. At least it hadn't died, she mused as they made their way toward the exit (hopefully).
"Am I the only one who got a nice little pep talk from the library?" she finally asked, mostly because she knew the answer. The atmosphere wasn't exactly happy.
"I was forced to endure a lecture by..." Marie-Ange glanced at Doug, and then rolled her eye, clearly somehow blaming him for some part of her encounter. "A fairy-tale witch who made me agree to make friends before she would let me leave." She made a frustrated face, and then let out a fitful sigh. "Apparently I am avoiding everyone and am going to end up a bitter old murderer in a shack in a swamp."
Doug shook his head. "I got John bloody Constantine, so mine was less 'pep talk' and more 'get over yourself' lecture. With swearing. And cigarettes." And missing Pete, but he wasn't going to admit that part out loud necessarily. He cast his eyes sideways to Amanda.
Before Amanda could answer, Marie-Ange made a disgusted noise. "If you were smoking, I am not kissing you until you brush your teeth. Just so that you know."
Amanda's hand paused in the action of reaching for her cigarettes. "So that's the secret, is it, Angie?" she said, making an effort to tease but obviously her heart wasn't in it. "Can we just get the fuck out of here now?"
Topaz' eyes flicked between the three of them, then back to her phone. She tucked it away, sighing inwardly. "Think that depends on the library-" They turned a corner, and there was the exit. "Oh brilliant. I never thought I'd be sick of books."
"Look, Constantine said I was stuck with this curse thing, so can we forego the whole 'dunking in ice cold water' thing?" Doug asked, on the plaintive side.
"Normally I'd ask for a second opinion, but since it's the magical fucking library pulling the strings on its puppets..." Amanda sighed. "Sorry, mate."
"Yes, in the interest of being sensible, perhaps we should not listen to the fictional...." Marie-Ange held up a finger. "Magician? Superhero? Is this the one you said slept with Lucifer on television? Ah, well, regardless, no advice on your real curse from a not real person, you get the ice bath."
"What's that really annoying thing everyone's always saying to me?" Topaz tilted her head. "Ah, right. Never hurts to try, does it?"
Sometimes you had nothing left but the same thing you'd already said on the subject. "I hate you all and I suddenly want very bad things to happen to every single one of you," Doug muttered as they made their way through the arched doorway and back to the 'regular' world.
