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Usually I avoid the vulgarity of ranting online, but today is a special case.

In Special Collections, we have rules for handling books. Each book has its own particular rules, which I very clearly communicate to patrons when they request their reading material. These rules are not arbitrary. Each one exists either to protect the books or to protect the patrons. When they are followed, they work.

This morning I had a patron who thought rules about books did not apply to him. He's a wizard, you see, and he knows what he's doing, and he doesn't like authority, so he doesn't need to listen to the librarian telling him what will happen if he mishandles the book he's requested. Hardly a spell can touch him, he says, just give him the book and get on with it.

"Pride goeth before destruction, and a haughty spirit before a fall."

Now a priceless antique copy of Secret Worlds is covered in blood and will require a specialist to clean and restore. We can only hope that they'll be successful in doing so; this sort of damage is very difficult to repair. And I suppose we must also hope that medical personnel are successful in reattaching the wizard's fingers.

Now that my reign of tyranny has come to an end and things feel a bit more normal at home even though it's still, I'm here to do the work thing I was supposed to do days ago. As the kids may or may not say: my bad.

Last year we did a silent auction fundraiser benefiting the Youth Center on New Years Eve. It was a wild success and something that we're now doing again, because why not. I understand this is quite some time out before the holiday hits, but time moves quickly this time of year, or so I've noticed, so here I am. It will still be the optionally fancy affair, but this time we're doing a masquerade for full dramatic effect.

That being said, what I'm really here for is to once again look for donations from individuals and businesses alike to go toward the silent auction. Gift baskets, certificates, experiences, and so on. All of the proceeds do go back to the youth center, to fund facilities and programs. Our hope is to expand to add some additional classrooms and general space eventually.

Anyway. You can reach out at vvessar@vcyc.org or by approaching one of us at the youth center, if you're interested in contributing. Otherwise, clear your schedules and all that. It'll be a good night.

[OOC - You can find a spreadsheet here to put any items you'd like to include for the auction! I'll do another reminder closer to the event.]

I could use a gym buddy, but for studying. I've got an exam next week and I know I'm probably not the only one - someone up for keeping me accountable?

Note: guilt doesn't really work on me, but a competitive vibe does. I'll have headphones on. Quiet room in the Library maybe? (Weird to capitalize it. Fucking emphasis. The Library.) If something attacks it we can find a new place.

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Those shadow-y creatures livened things up for a hot second and now it's back to quiet. Ain't a bad thing, really, except it was loud with all of them kids around. Never had any myself hell, never really had the tight familial thing in my younger days at all. So for what it's worth, being a small part of some of your families meant a lot. Also, if any of them kids are coming around for keeps soon, you gotta tell me so I can start whittling.

Anyway, you folks don't want to hear a strangely ripped, hot, old gnome wax poetic, you came for the wood.

( Here there be wood that Chetney didn't actually carve ho hum )

That's all I got for now, show me what you're working on even if you think it's crap. I've said it before, I'll say it again until I'm blue in the damn face, it ain't crap, you made it.

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