![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Enjolras wasn't in the main Bar, and he wasn't in room #89.
So Chuck's had to do a little adventuring, glancing down at the directions he got from the Bar in his hand, and feeling like he's definitely gone too far.
But every time he looks back, the hallway's just as short as it was before.
Finally he reaches the Library, and opens the door slowly.
After a moment, he sneaks in. There's nobody here, just... a lot of books.
"Enjolras?" he calls, quietly, into the silence. It's deadened almost immediately, and he decides not to break the silence again. It looks like there's tables through those stacks...
So Chuck's had to do a little adventuring, glancing down at the directions he got from the Bar in his hand, and feeling like he's definitely gone too far.
But every time he looks back, the hallway's just as short as it was before.
Finally he reaches the Library, and opens the door slowly.
After a moment, he sneaks in. There's nobody here, just... a lot of books.
"Enjolras?" he calls, quietly, into the silence. It's deadened almost immediately, and he decides not to break the silence again. It looks like there's tables through those stacks...
