Library; Wednesday [ 01/09 ]

[ecirpnellehada.livejournal.com]

There was an almost ceremonial feeling in the air as Adah limped into the library; it hadn't been a while since she'd been there, no, of course not, but it had felt like it had been a while since she'd opened it. Not that she ever did an exceptional amount of work while she was there, but she limped in, found the desk, carefully pulling out her chair. She had a seat, centered it carefully, and then settled her bag on one corner. She then meticulously angled the books so that they were balanced with everything else on the desk. She brushed a hand over the surface, leaned in close, and blew a stream of air over imaginary dust. And then she was prepared to start the day, after a theatrical, though extremely quiet, mouse-like cough at the imaginary disturbance of her lungs.

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First Period -- 01/09

[ecirpnellehada.livejournal.com]

Adah decided that her first task of the day would be organizing the books, separating and dividing them into different piles for later. She may have gotten a bit slow, however, when she'd checked the back of one of the books and decided to start reading it backwards from the last page toward the first.

Re: First Period -- 01/09

[nottheoperative.livejournal.com]

And there was a librarian once more.

"Good morning," He greeted her, nodded toward her.

Re: First Period -- 01/09

[ecirpnellehada.livejournal.com]

Adah looked up from repositioning the angle of a stack of botany books; there was a long, quiet moment where she made no attempt to hide the fact that she was giving the man a good lookover before she nodded back in acknowledgment, but not necessary agreement, to his greeting. Her left hand started to creep over on the desk, to find her notebook and pen and pull it in closer.

Re: First Period -- 01/09

[nottheoperative.livejournal.com]

"Miss Price, correct?" He asked, either ignoring or oblivious to the once over.

Re: First Period -- 01/09

[ecirpnellehada.livejournal.com]

It was a question which, thankfully, seemed to warrant another nod. She did straighten up slightly, though, not enough to take the distinctive bend from her back. She wondered if it looked like she was temporarily stuck there, halfway between down and up, because it sort of felt like it. That was fine, though. If he kept answering questions like that, it certainly wasn't like she was going to feel particularly intellectually taxed.

Second Period -- 01/09

[ecirpnellehada.livejournal.com]

Behind the desk sits nothing but an empty space where Adah used to be; to find her, one would have to go searching through the shelves, or listen carefully to track the telltale sign of one leg being dragged behind the other.

Or they could just wait a moment or two for her to return for another pile of books; she wasn't particularly capable of taking many at a time, so she had to return often.

Re: Second Period -- 01/09

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

River might not see Adah at her usual place behind the desk, but she certainly sensed her presence. Following the flow of words, River moved quietly among the shelf, so that when Adah was about to put a book back an arm extended from the other side, grabbing the book.

Re: Second Period -- 01/09

[nottheoperative.livejournal.com]

Coming out of his office, he paused. Cocking his head at the sight of River Tam.

That wasn't expected at all.

"Miss Tam."

Re: Second Period -- 01/09

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

River's head turned slowly and her eyes fixed on the stranger. Appearantly she wasn't a stranger to him though.

[I have to disappear shortly, but will return in a few hours. Please, let me know what River can pick up from him!]

Re: Second Period -- 01/09

[nottheoperative.livejournal.com]

Not in the slightest.

River Tam, target for termination. No questions other than last known whereabouts asked.

At least, that was before.

"It is you. Shouldn't you be with your Captain Reynold?"

[[No worries! I shall e-mail]]

Re: Second Period -- 01/09

[ecirpnellehada.livejournal.com]

River certainly had a good, strong flow of words to go from; in fact, Adah was so busy with a repeated and backwards recitation of a long line of topics associated with the book (despite being in a section that had nothing at all to do with the book), that she was completely caught up in the stream. So when there was another hand suddenly in the equation, Adah jumped, slightly, a jerking sort of action that nearly had her dropping the book. And then she blinked, the words suddenly cut off and tumbling in a crumpled, discarded pile on the floor of her brain, and she realized it was River, and the sudden stiffness faded slightly.

Only slightly, though, because she shouldn't have let herself be surprised like that.

Re: Second Period -- 01/09

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

She shouldn't have done that of course. From her side of the shelf River reached out a hand, her own fingers towards Adah's, as an apology.

Re: Second Period -- 01/09

[ecirpnellehada.livejournal.com]

Adah settled a steady glance through the space left in shelf; she took a moment to awkwardly bend to pick up what had fallen. She should just put the book right back in the slot over River's fingers for scaring her like that. There was, of course, a playful tone to it, but there was also a strong aversion against so readily accepting an apology. It was, after all, in the library that she was struck with a collapse that had her braindead for a week. It was only animal instinct.

Third Period -- 01/09

[ecirpnellehada.livejournal.com]

Finding her return to the desk a well-deserved one (Adah had even bothered to put at least a third of the books in the proper spots, which was her highest number thus far), Adah settled in to stay put for the rest of the day. Written on a piece of paper folded to stand on the desk like a name plaque were the words "Noinipo si esle gnihtyreve; ecaps ytpme dna smota tpecxe stsixe gnihton" and she was bent, nearly halfway if it weren't for the distinct leftward angle of her body, over a large medical book. The tips of the strands of hair falling in front of her created a little alcove, disturbed only when she had to straighten to turn the page.

Re: Third Period -- 01/09

[bigdamnprincipal]

Zoe had nearly lost it when the school board finally sent her full information on the new librarian. He couldn't possibly be who she thought he was, no matter what the documents said. There was no way the world could work that horribly against her.

There was only one way to find out for certain. She made her way down to the library, and gave a tight smile to Adah as she stepped up to the desk. "Excuse me, is the librarian in his office?"

Re: Third Period -- 01/09

[ecirpnellehada.livejournal.com]

And, really, that was a pretty good question. Adah blinked, tilting her head upward while remaining bent over her books and looked up toward the principal. Her shoulder shifted in a suggestion of a shrug. She hadn't exactly realized that being the librarian's keeper was a part of her job expectations, but, if she took it as seriously as she did her other obligations, then she still probably wouldn't know. She straightened slightly, and glanced over toward the office, before returning her look to Zoe that suggested that she could always check for herself.

Re: Third Period -- 01/09

[nottheoperative.livejournal.com]

Coming out of his office, a few books still left over from his predecessor in hand-- he paused.

No. This was not shaping up to be his day.

"Principal Washburne."

He had hoped it was a different Washburne.

Re: Third Period -- 01/09

[bigdamnprincipal]

Zoe was going to kill the school board. She was going to kill them, and set the building on fire, and no jury in the world would convict her.

"What are you doing here?"

Lunch -- 01/09

[ecirpnellehada.livejournal.com]

For lunch today, Adah was nibbling at a too-big-for-her sandwich that she'd picked up yesterday while she was in the village. She found it nicely appropriate that she would probably only be able to finish a third of it, which was about the number of books she allowed to go into their correct spaces. Huh.

Fourth Period -- 01/09

[ecirpnellehada.livejournal.com]

The topic of the medical books in question had been narrowed down to books on paralysis. Adah wasn't getting very far at the moment because, true to the topic, she was trying to work her right hand to turn the pages rather than her left. Sometimes she gave up, sometimes she managed. Either way, there were pages of that book that she now knew backwards and forwards, left and right.

Fifth Period -- 01/09

[ecirpnellehada.livejournal.com]

Adah was done with medical jargon and theories about her disability (many of them, she decided, were quite ludicrous and obviously written by someone who didn't have the disease); she'd moved on to reading another one of the Eel's Chistmas presents (http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb3/skylieicons/heinlein-C01-1950.jpg). She'd give them to him eventually. Probably today. Even if she hadn't read through them all yet.

So maybe next week.

Re: Fifth Period -- 01/09

[stupid-toasters.livejournal.com]

Right after his last class of the day, Lee made his way into the library, bag over one shoulder and smile on his face. He wasn't trying to be sneaky today.

Re: Fifth Period -- 01/09

[ecirpnellehada.livejournal.com]

Adah dragged her eyes up from the pages, to peer over the top of the book and watch the Eel approach. She figured it worked out nicely, because the book kept her small, crooked smile hidden, although she had a pretty strong feeling that he knew it was there, anyway.

Re: Fifth Period -- 01/09

[stupid-toasters.livejournal.com]

"I don't have a modeling class this semester," he greeted her with, leaning, sprawling almost, against the counter and grinning at her. "Such a shame. Hi there."

OOC -- 01/09

[ecirpnellehada.livejournal.com]

Hooray! No world ending!

Up early as always; could fall asleep at any moment, but should be around all Wednesday!