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paradisa2012-12-15 07:47 am
theabjectauthor) wrote in paradisa2012-12-15 07:47 am
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Journal the Third
[the morning dawns somewhat pleasantly, and a certain researcher, journalist, and self-proclaimed coward can be found in the wee hours of the morning, sneaking down the stairs from his tower and making his way covertly across the lobby - a phrase which here means "ducking behind pillars and plush furniture and various decorations so as not to be seen, which does not work quite as well if you are a grown and husky adult, and not the small, lithe child you were when you took your Covert Maneuvering class with S".
Lemony's first stop is the kitchen, but he is not there long before he is ducking back out with a sizeable picnic basket, and then sneaking back across to the elevator. from there, it is only the press of a button and a quick check to make sure the elevator is, indeed, devoid of anyone, before he arrives blessedly on the first library floor.
once he's inside, he winds his way through the stacks until he finds a table that he feels is sufficiently well-ensconced and hidden away ... and then he starts to set up his picnic basket. a pot of tea, some pastries, a nice cloth napkin, a little thermos of fruit juice, a bottle of water to clean up any unfortunate spills .... there.
with a sigh of contentment, he takes out his journal and dictates quietly, as he begins to fix his continental breakfast in kiss-free solitude and safety]
Good morning, everyone. I hope that you are all weathering this holiday season with considerably less stress and anxiety than myself - but given that it is in fact, the holiday season, I would have to say that it would be a miracle if you were.
As far as miracles are concerned, however, I do know a short tale that may put a few of you at ease - or, at the very least, distract you from whatever misfortunes and invasions of personal space that you may have to weather. The tale is called The Lump of Coal, and is mostly nondenominational, though it does cater slightly more heavily to those who celebrate Christmas and are familiar with its traditions. If you care to listen, please, feel free - I shall put up a convenient filter, so that those of you who do not shall not have to.
[Filtered To Those Who Wish To Hear The Tale of The Lump Of Coal]
[and then he'll just go ahead and read you all this. with voices. and emphasis. because he is good at reading stories to people. HAPPY HOLIDAYS, PARA.]
[/Filter]
[you may, of course, feel free to come and hunt him down for theft of tea, pastries, or more importantly, INVASION OF PERSONAL SPACE. catching him en route to the library is perfectly acceptable, too!]
Lemony's first stop is the kitchen, but he is not there long before he is ducking back out with a sizeable picnic basket, and then sneaking back across to the elevator. from there, it is only the press of a button and a quick check to make sure the elevator is, indeed, devoid of anyone, before he arrives blessedly on the first library floor.
once he's inside, he winds his way through the stacks until he finds a table that he feels is sufficiently well-ensconced and hidden away ... and then he starts to set up his picnic basket. a pot of tea, some pastries, a nice cloth napkin, a little thermos of fruit juice, a bottle of water to clean up any unfortunate spills .... there.
with a sigh of contentment, he takes out his journal and dictates quietly, as he begins to fix his continental breakfast in kiss-free solitude and safety]
Good morning, everyone. I hope that you are all weathering this holiday season with considerably less stress and anxiety than myself - but given that it is in fact, the holiday season, I would have to say that it would be a miracle if you were.
As far as miracles are concerned, however, I do know a short tale that may put a few of you at ease - or, at the very least, distract you from whatever misfortunes and invasions of personal space that you may have to weather. The tale is called The Lump of Coal, and is mostly nondenominational, though it does cater slightly more heavily to those who celebrate Christmas and are familiar with its traditions. If you care to listen, please, feel free - I shall put up a convenient filter, so that those of you who do not shall not have to.
[Filtered To Those Who Wish To Hear The Tale of The Lump Of Coal]
[and then he'll just go ahead and read you all this. with voices. and emphasis. because he is good at reading stories to people. HAPPY HOLIDAYS, PARA.]
[/Filter]
[you may, of course, feel free to come and hunt him down for theft of tea, pastries, or more importantly, INVASION OF PERSONAL SPACE. catching him en route to the library is perfectly acceptable, too!]
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