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fandomtownies2010-05-25 03:00 pm
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Cabot and Associates - Tuesday, 05/25
Fiona was working, of course.
She'd come into the office, done her neatening up, checked the shelves to make sure that all of the law reference texts were where they were supposed to be, and watered the plant. Then she'd gotten down to the usual.
But she was also thinking.
They were in the cabins now. The cabins meant fires. The fires meant, well, that maybe Operation: Talk To People Again might become exponentially easier. At least, she hoped. It might not. She'd have to see.
Tonight. Definitely. She'd definitely go to a fire tonight instead of hiding with one of her books.
[ocdless but open!]
She'd come into the office, done her neatening up, checked the shelves to make sure that all of the law reference texts were where they were supposed to be, and watered the plant. Then she'd gotten down to the usual.
But she was also thinking.
They were in the cabins now. The cabins meant fires. The fires meant, well, that maybe Operation: Talk To People Again might become exponentially easier. At least, she hoped. It might not. She'd have to see.
Tonight. Definitely. She'd definitely go to a fire tonight instead of hiding with one of her books.
[ocdless but open!]