ext_93820 ([identity profile] imac-kenzie.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhigh2007-12-01 11:24 am
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Library [Saturday]

It was officially December now, so Mac didn't feel at all bad for being wrapped up in quite a few layers when she opened the library today. It was cold.

She'll probably get through quite a bit of coffee today.

Re: Morning

[identity profile] no-toast-thanks.livejournal.com 2007-12-01 12:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Thursday arrived fairly early and headed straight to her office, closing the door behind her. She was here, but definitely focused on something else.

Re: Afternoon

[identity profile] ecirpnellehada.livejournal.com 2007-12-01 04:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Adah had spent a good amount of time considering a lot of things. Most importantly that her books were outdated and low in numbers and, if she was going to find out anything based on only diagrams and pictures, she'd need more to compare. The only issue was that she wouldn't know how to find the books herself, as she should. She'd have to ask for help from a fellow aide without the ability to actually ask or even the ability to confirm the effectiveness of any communication.

If she figured this out, if she ever found exactly what it was about her right now that couldn't remember something like words when she was remembering everything else in the world, she would have to apologize to whoever was working today for putting up with her, but, as it were, she came into the library with at least determination driving her.

She approached the desk with her usual limp, shifting the large medical book in her arms slightly before setting it down on the desk and opening it up to a diagram of the brain. She took a moment to look at Mac, with a hard look to let the other girl know that this could get frustrating, and then pointed, pointedly, at the diagram with as much urgency and insistence that a point could pull off.

Re: Afternoon

[identity profile] ecirpnellehada.livejournal.com 2007-12-01 09:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Adah frowned, because she had a feeling that there would be a response like that, a question asked and her being left uncertain as to what was actually being asked because she couldn't seem to understand them. She shook her head, with full awareness of the possibility that it might be misinterpreted. She tapped the book again, the page, and then made a wide circling motion around the diagram of the brain. From there, she moved her hand out, drawing another circle around the whole of the book. Her hand then turned, uprighting itself, with the finger distinctly indicating a single finger before increasing the numbers quickly. One to two to three to four to five, letting the full hand finger before pointing at the book again and looking toward Mac with a bit of worried concentration, hoping she'd understand. She didn't know how the hell she was going to be any clearer than that, and she really didn't want to feel like it was a failed mission or that she'd have to go strolling through the stacks, checking every book until she found what she needed.

Re: Afternoon

[identity profile] ecirpnellehada.livejournal.com 2007-12-01 09:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Adah bit her lip a little; as far as she knew, Mac could be confirming her actions or asking about the price of tea in China. So she waited, looking over at Mac with only further expectation in her expression, for something she could understand better, rather than just letting misunderstandings build.

Re: Afternoon

[identity profile] ecirpnellehada.livejournal.com 2007-12-01 09:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Slowly, dully, Adah followed the gesture, working toward interpreting it that Mac had, after all, understood her, which was good, and that progress was being made, and nodded slightly, though still uncertainly.

Re: Afternoon

[identity profile] ecirpnellehada.livejournal.com 2007-12-01 10:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Adah followed, at her own slow, limping pace with her original book tucked tightly again her chest. Once there, Adah bent down a moment to set her book on the floor, freeing up her arm to pull out one of the books Mac had tapped. An odd, awkward moment of rearranging had Adah managing to open the book and balance it in the crook of her arm, taking a moment to pass her eyes over the random page.

Luckily, the random page had a diagram that Adah recognized and could accept as proof that the rest of the books would contain similar things. She gave Mac a short nod, slightly distracted, a way of dismissing her and thanking her at at once before, carefully, she lowered herself so that she could sit on the floor, so the book could sit in her lap, freeing her hand again to flip pages.