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Murder in the Library: Encounterers in the Stacks
Title: Encounterers in the Stacks
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butterflysteve
Show: Murder in the Library
Words: Four 100 word drabbles.
Characters: Jo, Professor Hughes, Sophie, Micheal and the killer?
Rating: 15 for mention of Murder.
Categories/Warnings: Mention of character death.
Summary: Erdelez says there are four types of information seekers, when these four seekers encounter someone in the library everything changes for them.
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isurrendered
The Non Encounterer-Jo and the Professor.
Non Encounterers rarely encounter information and have no remembrance of it.
Today was her birthday. Thirty four years old. No one had remembered not even the Pro-not even her mum. At least here in the silence of the library she could get on with her work and ignore the fact that she was one year closer to forty and still very, very alone.
“Hmm. Four across, the clue is the beginning of something and it is eight letters long.” Jo looked up into the Professor’s eyes confused as he smiled brightly at her. “Ah, I remember- birthday. Wait, isn’t it yours today Jo? Happy Birthday. So shall we try, seven down?”
The Occasional Encounterer-Sophie
Occasional Encounters occasionally encounter information but remember very little.
When we are children we are taught to respect the library. We talk in hushed tones, stifling our excitement as we find the next magical tome that can transport us to fairy kingdoms or pirate ships. Libraries are magical places when we are children but then we grow up, well, we forget. We forget the wonders of the library. And we forget the dangers.
I’d forgotten the rules, too late I remembered that a little knowledge can be a dangerous thing and so I paid the price. This is a story, a story of my death-my murder in the library.
The Encounterer-Micheal
Encounterers often encounter information but do not connect the information.
The lights flickered once, twice and then went out. Something-somebody bumped into him in the dark sending him and the stack of books he was carrying flying to the floor.
“You fucking idiot, no running in the library does this look like a bloody park? Oh for gods sake,” Micheal said as the lights turned back on. Looking at his bloodied hands, Micheal looked up when he heard the oh so familiar scream of their youngest trainee Holly. “What was that? I swear to god, if that girl has ruined another book I will kill her. Holly what- oh, fuck.”
The Super Encounterer- The Killer
Super Encounterers encounter information often and consider it an important factor of the informal information search process.
She didn’t scream when I hit her- the girl, the piece of meat, trash. She didn’t scream at all but she smiled at me, smiled as I bludgeoned her to death with the heavy book. It was an early nineteenth century edition. Rare. Shame that her blood had to ruin it, to taint it with her filth but it was necessary.
She had to die. She had to. Always poking her nose in places it didn’t belong. She knew too much, too much about me and my past and the library. She knew our secrets so she had to die.
Author:
butterflysteveShow: Murder in the Library
Words: Four 100 word drabbles.
Characters: Jo, Professor Hughes, Sophie, Micheal and the killer?
Rating: 15 for mention of Murder.
Categories/Warnings: Mention of character death.
Summary: Erdelez says there are four types of information seekers, when these four seekers encounter someone in the library everything changes for them.
CROSSPOSTED TO
isurrenderedThe Non Encounterer-Jo and the Professor.
Non Encounterers rarely encounter information and have no remembrance of it.
Today was her birthday. Thirty four years old. No one had remembered not even the Pro-not even her mum. At least here in the silence of the library she could get on with her work and ignore the fact that she was one year closer to forty and still very, very alone.
“Hmm. Four across, the clue is the beginning of something and it is eight letters long.” Jo looked up into the Professor’s eyes confused as he smiled brightly at her. “Ah, I remember- birthday. Wait, isn’t it yours today Jo? Happy Birthday. So shall we try, seven down?”
The Occasional Encounterer-Sophie
Occasional Encounters occasionally encounter information but remember very little.
When we are children we are taught to respect the library. We talk in hushed tones, stifling our excitement as we find the next magical tome that can transport us to fairy kingdoms or pirate ships. Libraries are magical places when we are children but then we grow up, well, we forget. We forget the wonders of the library. And we forget the dangers.
I’d forgotten the rules, too late I remembered that a little knowledge can be a dangerous thing and so I paid the price. This is a story, a story of my death-my murder in the library.
The Encounterer-Micheal
Encounterers often encounter information but do not connect the information.
The lights flickered once, twice and then went out. Something-somebody bumped into him in the dark sending him and the stack of books he was carrying flying to the floor.
“You fucking idiot, no running in the library does this look like a bloody park? Oh for gods sake,” Micheal said as the lights turned back on. Looking at his bloodied hands, Micheal looked up when he heard the oh so familiar scream of their youngest trainee Holly. “What was that? I swear to god, if that girl has ruined another book I will kill her. Holly what- oh, fuck.”
The Super Encounterer- The Killer
Super Encounterers encounter information often and consider it an important factor of the informal information search process.
She didn’t scream when I hit her- the girl, the piece of meat, trash. She didn’t scream at all but she smiled at me, smiled as I bludgeoned her to death with the heavy book. It was an early nineteenth century edition. Rare. Shame that her blood had to ruin it, to taint it with her filth but it was necessary.
She had to die. She had to. Always poking her nose in places it didn’t belong. She knew too much, too much about me and my past and the library. She knew our secrets so she had to die.