Room 410, Wednesday afternoon

[not_called_icky]

Ichabod was sorting through the books in his room, resulting in two piles on his desk; one to take back to the library and one to keep in his room just a little longer. Other than that he was making plans. Eleanor had told him that there were still orchestras performing music from his time, and that would be a most delightful way to spend an

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[pasunereveuse]

Celia had been dawdling on whether she ought to even mention her upcoming plans to Ichabod, all things considered. Maybe it would just be better to go to Rapture and then tell him after the fact.

Even she knew, however, that such an omission would be damaging in the long run, and she'd like his perspective on the whole thing, anyway. So Wednesday found her tapping lightly at his door and hoping that she'd be able to explain herself well enough that she wouldn't end up in a second argument about this particular subject.

(Not that she didn't understand. It was insanity. She probably should have more people yelling at her for it, really.)

[not_called_icky]

"Come in," Ichabod responded while skimming through a book, trying to decide which pile it should end up in.

[pasunereveuse]

Celia ducked her head in, smiling in spite of her nerves. "Busy?"

If he was, then she could keep putting this off! Great plan!

[not_called_icky]

He looked up, smiling as he recognised the voice, and closed the book.

"No, I'm not," he said. "Come in, Celia." In fact, even if he had been, he would have lied.