*Closing won't be for another half hour or so, but the last actual customer exited Craven & Stone over twenty minutes ago, after a bout of prolonged browsing. Dorcas is well-accustomed to the slow days at the shop. She makes an effort to give the owners a bit of time off whenever she's in London for more than a week in a row.
Not one to put her energy to waste, Dorcas has buried herself in the stacks, dedicated to putting them in some semblance of order. The organization of most of the shop is hardly intuitive--and that's being kind. Though she has a feeling it's futile, she's been doggedly attacking the 15th Century for the better half of the afternoon. Dorcas is in the process of levitating a stack of manuscripts onto an empty shelf, when the bell above the door gives a chime and she hears a voice call her name.*
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Date: 2011-12-20 01:39 am (UTC)Not one to put her energy to waste, Dorcas has buried herself in the stacks, dedicated to putting them in some semblance of order. The organization of most of the shop is hardly intuitive--and that's being kind. Though she has a feeling it's futile, she's been doggedly attacking the 15th Century for the better half of the afternoon. Dorcas is in the process of levitating a stack of manuscripts onto an empty shelf, when the bell above the door gives a chime and she hears a voice call her name.*
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