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Posted: Thu Mar 02, 2017 9:51 am
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The cover on her favorite little paperback had finally given up the ghost and fallen off. While it wouldn't keep her from reading it, Cass couldn't help but think maybe she'd read it a few too many times. Maybe it was time to pick up something new. She'd consulted with phone google the best she could (maybe she needed to think about a better phone in the next few months...) to find what was the most conveniently located book store with decent reviews near her.
Sure it meant taking her beat up little car, but it wasn't a bad trip. A new book instead of a secondhand one. It would be a miracle. She'd probably actually find something she wanted to read on purpose and not because it happened to be seventy-five cents at the Salvation Army. Goodwill. Wherever.
Stepping inside, Cassandra took a moment to do an overall glance of the store to get an idea of where everything was. 'Best Sellers' caught her attention. "Well, we'll see if everybody has good taste," she said to herself as she started to browse through the selection. Teen fantasy, teen fantasy, teen science fiction (how many 'She was so mysterious but normal and mysterious boy likes her plain face' books were there? lord almighty)...she brushed a finger along spines, pausing on one.
'Book One in the Red Herring Mysteries'. She suppressed a laugh. "Now a hit BBC series," she read on the cover which featured a live action photograph rather than what was likely the original image. She turned to the man not far down the aisle himself. "Have you read this? Is it any good?"
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Posted: Thu Mar 02, 2017 1:05 pm
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Alg wasn't sure if she was talking to him as an employee or a pedestrian. Nothing about him marked him as a worker, no name tag or uniform, but he didn't carry a bag or coat and he was very comfortable in the aisles.
The professor turned, adjusting his glasses and snorting a bit when he saw the book, "Yes. I've read it."
Everything from his english accent to his tiepin and cufflinks to the elbo wpatches on his tweed jacket marked him as a Particular kind of man. His hands settled into the pockets on his coat and he approached her.
"It's a series and that's the first," He didn't have any of the original cover in the shop anymore, the single copy in the book-swap section had disappeared, "The newest just came out in January."
He seemed to suck the inside of cheek in minor, unexplained amusement, "Have you seen the show?"
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Posted: Mon Mar 06, 2017 10:29 am
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"I wouldn't know.." Alg scratched at his hair. One didn't simply acknowledge magic to strangers. Even before the world changed that was a standard rule and it was even more important now. Which meant, of course, that he was lying.
"I have books on dreaming.." Was she dreaming of the other side? "This way.." He motioned through another gap in shelves only to find that when they passed through the arch of the rooms both Algernon and Cass found themselves in the ruin of Bibliophile that existed on the other side.
The shelves were half falling over, books were everywhere, and there was the sound of dripping water from nearly everywhere. The books, when opened, either crumbled to dust, were illegible, or blank.
The cat, draped around Alg's shoulders, seemed to have joined them.
"Well, s**t." Was all he said.
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Posted: Mon Mar 06, 2017 10:43 am
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"Maybe dreaming is what I want..." Cass relented easily. It was always in dreams, after all, and while Marcus insisted a reality to it, that hadn't really sunk in yet. Following after Alg, she'd barely allowed herself to be distracted by a shelf as they passed under the arch to the next room. Looking back, towards him, she startled a bit at how...different this room was.
She'd turned back to look behind herself and it seemed to have changed that way as well. Pinching her cheek, she checked to make sure she wasn't just sleeping in the middle of a bookstore. Nope. Awake. A frown plastered itself onto her face as she picked up one of the books, turning a single page before it crumbled in her hands.
Would she have to pay for that?
"Just to check, we're both really sure we're awake right now, yes?" she asked, looking over to Algernon (and the pretty kitty, hello pretty kitty!). Her frown was less of displeasure and more of discomfort by this point as she continued to hold the books she'd put into her 'plz to let me give munz' for pile closely. Just in case this 'weird books everywhere' condition would somehow infect them. "Because I am pretty certain I'm still awake....."
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