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Library [Saturday]

Since she was now a library aide, Mac decided it was about time she started broadening her literary horizons again.

She turned up to open, bringing with her a thermos of coffee, and a book. The first paragraph was about exploding sheep. If that wasn't broadening horizons, she wasn't sure what was.

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"Very new," Beauty nodded. "And still getting used to the way things are done here. I would like one of those cards, please, if I could."

Finally remembering her manners, she stuck out her hand and added, "I'm Beauty Huston. And you'll probably being seeing me a lot, if you run the library."

"I'm Mac," she introduced in return, taking the offered hand for a brief shake. "And I just look after the place on a Saturday," she added as she turned to go and find a card application form and a pen.

"It's nice to meet you, Mac." Beauty took the time Mac was getting the application to turn around in a slow circle and take in the library a little more fully.

Mac grinned holding out the application form for her. "Nice to meet you too," she said, pulling a pen out of her jeans pocket to give to her along with it.

"Where are you from, anyway?" she asked, a little amused at the girl's amazement. Not many people were that impressed with libraries.

"Blue Hill," Beauty replied, a little absently, as she finished her slow spin. "It's in England, about two and a half centuries ago, I think."

She turned her attention back to Mac and took the application and pen. Which was one of those pens with the ink all inside of it already, that she'd seen in class. And was now determined she needed to get for herself. "I had books at home, when we lived in the city, but not this many. And I wasn't allowed in the library at the university."

"Wow." Mac shook her head slowly. "Never will get this time travel stuff."

"I never had anything like this number of books at home either," she said. "But, I at least I had access to the city library sometimes."

"I always wanted to attend university," Beauty said, as she carefully filled in the application. "I suppose this is the closest I'll ever get, so I'm grateful for the chance. We always had tutors before, my sisters and I. This is the first time I've been in a real school."
She handed the form to Mac and asked, "Where are you from?"

"California," Mac told her, leaning back against the front desk.

"It... must be really really odd for you," she said thoughtfully. "To be here. Whole different attitude like that."

"It's unusual," Beauty agreed. "But so far it seems mostly...good. The classes are a little strange, and I don't know how I got registered for one of them, but from what I've seen, I'm not the only student here from someplace else. So that's nice to know. Makes it a little less daunting."

She cocked her head curiously at Mac. "Where is California? Here in America, I suppose?"

"Here in America." Mac pointed vaguely. "A few thousand miles that way," she explained.

"That classes are weird even from someone who comes from this country, this century," Mac said with a huff of amusement.

"You've come quite a distance!" Beauty couldn't imagine that kind of a trip. The one from the city to Blue Hill had been miserable enough.

She laughed at Mac's remark. "I'm glad to hear it isn't just me, then. I like to think that I'm pretty adaptable."

"I have a class in communication from a guy I've never actually heard speak, and a class in feminism with a crazy dude in a mask." Mac shrugged, "And that's.... kind of normal around here. Which is really the scary part."

Beauty grinned. "I thought you looked familiar! I'm in the feminism class too. I've just been trying to keep quiet, because the masked professor? Is really strange. Not as strange as my professor who teaches the class on...courting advice or something. He has these ideas about clothes and chickens that's just...not right."

"I think keeping quiet, with that guy, probably really wise." Mac pulled a face, "He made me do America's Next Top Model when I got forced into detention last year."

She paused suddenly, realising there was something she missed at the end there... "Chickens and courting advice?"

"I don't know what America's Next Top Model is, but I'm sure that I don't want to have to do it." Which meant keeping a low profile in her feminism class. Beauty was grateful to Mac for the warning.

"I think it sounds just as odd as you do. It's this class that purports to be about love and relationships, but the professor has this horribly cynical view of things and is absolutely obsessed with clothes. I tried to explain to him that I shouldn't be in the class, and he told me to wear some kind of suit of clothes that was made for chickens. It didn't make any sense. I think he might be touched in the head."

"I... think you might be right." Mac frowned, trying to work out what on earth could be going on in his head. She shook herself slightly, probably best not to think about it too hard.

"I'd recommend not taking his advice... or Professor Deadpool's for that matter."

"Oh, I don't plan to," Beauty agreed. "Not that I actually expect to be needing it anyway. I'll keep that in mind about Professor Deadpool too. Although so far the only advice I've gotten from him is that I need to say my name more 'strongly', whatever that means."

Well, she figured that was better than being told to be fierce... "I have no idea." Mac shook her head. "But I wouldn't think it's anything important."

"At the least the class material seems interesting, though. And it's made me realize that I have a lot of reading to catch up on. I suppose that means I should add some history books to my list, along with the Latin, doesn't it?"

"Might be an idea," Mac agreed, giving a slight nod. "The history should be back a couple of rows over there," she said pointing vaguely. "And Latin, probably with the languages in aisle three, somewhere in the middle."

One day, she'd get the exact terminology and placement explanation down. Today was not that day.

The slightly vague directions only gave Beauty an excuse to have to wander around in the library. She was not about to complain.

"Thank you for your help, Mac," she said, with a pleased grin as she headed into the stacks. "And it was nice meeting you!"

"Been nice meeting you too," Mac replied. "You need anything else, just come and ask me."

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