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sudden alarums and diversions
Sep. 20th, 2014 03:31 amOof. First cross-mapping training session at work today went fairly well. (We're training some other members of the team in cross-mapping skills. Today's session was mostly history and theory and principles of the terminology, and the general basics of the cross-mapping. Next week's is practical work with the tools and packages. Fingers crossed it goes as well.
There was one panicky moment shortly beforehand, when I forgot to swipe the room for the meeting (we have a complicated room-booking system where you have to swipe the card-reader on the meeting room at a certain point, or the meeting gets cancelled off the system and the room is null and void and other people can book it). And the room did get immediately booked by someone else. Fortunately we managed to find another room just in time. But the rest of the team did get to hear me using stronger language than I normally use.
Oh, and we had a fire alarm just before it started, too. Fun and games for everyone. I will just be grateful that it wasn't raining on top of that.
But anyhow. Weekend now.
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“Read all about it!” the closest newspaper vendor shouted. Irene glanced at his display board. GUERNSEY ZEPPELIN BASE WITCHCRAFT SCANDAL, it read. No, probably not related to her current problems.
Then the shockwave hit. It was a wave of force that felt like the Library at first, reassuringly familiar, but it had an aftertaste of chaos that roiled her guts and made her choke. Sweet to the mouth but bitter to the stomach, half-remembered scripture quoted itself in her mind as she struggled for balance.
Nobody around her was reacting to it. Why should they? They weren’t Librarians. A couple of people glanced at her as she missed her step, but nobody stopped, or did more than adjust their own trajectory so as not to step on her if she fell over.
She’d felt something like this before, when the Library (or more accurately, a senior Librarian) had been sending her messages. It was the classic scattershot technique, targeting any Librarian in the vicinity and printing the message on the nearest written material. She automatically looked at the newspaper display board again.
“Dreadful scandal –“ The vendor broke off as he looked at his papers and saw that the print on them had changed. Irene knew it would be the same as what currently showed on the display board, and any other printed matter within a few yards of her.
THE LIBRARY WILL BE DESTROYED, it read. AND YOU WILL BE DESTROYED WITH IT.
There was one panicky moment shortly beforehand, when I forgot to swipe the room for the meeting (we have a complicated room-booking system where you have to swipe the card-reader on the meeting room at a certain point, or the meeting gets cancelled off the system and the room is null and void and other people can book it). And the room did get immediately booked by someone else. Fortunately we managed to find another room just in time. But the rest of the team did get to hear me using stronger language than I normally use.
Oh, and we had a fire alarm just before it started, too. Fun and games for everyone. I will just be grateful that it wasn't raining on top of that.
But anyhow. Weekend now.
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“Read all about it!” the closest newspaper vendor shouted. Irene glanced at his display board. GUERNSEY ZEPPELIN BASE WITCHCRAFT SCANDAL, it read. No, probably not related to her current problems.
Then the shockwave hit. It was a wave of force that felt like the Library at first, reassuringly familiar, but it had an aftertaste of chaos that roiled her guts and made her choke. Sweet to the mouth but bitter to the stomach, half-remembered scripture quoted itself in her mind as she struggled for balance.
Nobody around her was reacting to it. Why should they? They weren’t Librarians. A couple of people glanced at her as she missed her step, but nobody stopped, or did more than adjust their own trajectory so as not to step on her if she fell over.
She’d felt something like this before, when the Library (or more accurately, a senior Librarian) had been sending her messages. It was the classic scattershot technique, targeting any Librarian in the vicinity and printing the message on the nearest written material. She automatically looked at the newspaper display board again.
“Dreadful scandal –“ The vendor broke off as he looked at his papers and saw that the print on them had changed. Irene knew it would be the same as what currently showed on the display board, and any other printed matter within a few yards of her.
THE LIBRARY WILL BE DESTROYED, it read. AND YOU WILL BE DESTROYED WITH IT.
