Isla
"Oh--!" Isla doesn't have time to swear or do much else other than hold onto the scrolls she's managed to grab as the rest of the shelves come tumbling down. Nothing lands on her feet, luckily, and she doesn't have to worry about breathing in the dust, but this obviously isn't ideal. "It's alright," she calls, in case anyone has heard the commotion, "I'll fix this up!"
First she tries to pick out the surviving documents, books and other scrolls, placing them on the desk where they can't get even more ruined. With that done, she lets out a huff of breath and picks up the larger remnants of the broken shelves to take them out. Sweeping will get rid of the rest of the debris, but there's no point putting up anything new until it's all cleared out.
Isla picks out the documents from the heap and puts them on the desk. Then she removes the broken shelves and tries to sweep up the rest of the debris.
First she tries to pick out the surviving documents, books and other scrolls, placing them on the desk where they can't get even more ruined. With that done, she lets out a huff of breath and picks up the larger remnants of the broken shelves to take them out. Sweeping will get rid of the rest of the debris, but there's no point putting up anything new until it's all cleared out.
Isla picks out the documents from the heap and puts them on the desk. Then she removes the broken shelves and tries to sweep up the rest of the debris.
sooner or later, we all have to wake
and try forgetting everything
and try forgetting everything
