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Library; Wednesday [ 01/23 ]

Open the library. Y'rar, bileht nepo. Something weren't as good backward, but Y'rar, bileht desolc wasn't much better and it might be too early in the day for her to effectively get away with that, anyway. She had books, though, and she had a relatively comfortable chair at a nice, big desk. There were no bottles of prescriptions, though, that she could make lists out of horrible side effects from, and then write backwards, which just meant that she'd have to make up her own horrible side effects, list them neatly, and then slide them into the books before putting them in the pile of books to be put away. It was only her duty, as a doctor, to warn people that excessive readings of King of the Bracelets may cause frequent, contagious bouts of being hopelessly ostracized, and that these books on religions are likely to get you an unscratchable, burnable rash; if untreated, it could be crippling, much like a leper.

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Nuf sselmrah tsuj? Adah thinks not. By the time she got around to warning readers about the blindness and hairy palms that would accompany studying from this calculus book (why, yes, she was insinuating exactly what you think she was), it was becoming for Adah a crusade. There might be something to it; it could be her thesis. She wished she had the technology to add little trackers to the cards, and see how many people get sick merely based on the hypochondriac nature of mankind.

Won't lovers revolt now? Probably not, she imagined, because neither of them bothered coming in frequently during second period, so they wouldn't mind her being away from the desk and putting the diagnosed books back. She was putting them in the proper spots today, although with the pages out, spine in. She couldn't help it. yadsd raw kcab.

Cain: a maniac. One of the books to be shelved stayed behind, a small monograph on the devious figures of the Bible. Adah had to admit enough intrigue that she kept it behind to read, thus risking her own claim of damnation in the form of herpes-esque boils around the mouth and really bad corns on the feet. Dammit, I'm mad.

Desserts, I stressed! It seemed fitting, therefor, that Adah had brought mostly fruit today; they were about as close to most desserts that she could handle eating too much of.

You could call Adah Dan now, and poor Dan is in a droop. She didn't know what it was, but fourth period was always the one where she was feeling wont to just lie her head down for a nap.

Resting her eyes, that was it. She'll make up fake conditions regarding her hemiphelia if anyone complains.

Murder for a jar of red rum. Murder, she said, in that impossible tone. Somehow, Adah had bothered to pick up one of the mysteries she had failed to put back in the shelves, and, often, distastefully, paused to look at the cover to nauseatingly wonder who actually wrote this crap. At least her fake list of symptoms for this one, which included stomach pains of death, were seeming fairly accurate.

Edited 2008-01-23 16:38 (UTC)

Go hang a salami; I'm a lasagna hog!

yeah. I don't know. I actually went to bed at a reasonable time last night, only to wake up late at a very, very unreasonable one. WTF, sleep?

It was Wednesday, and River showed up as usual. Quietly approaching the desk, she was testing how long it would take for Adah to notice her arrival. Books were distracting, she knew, but so could she be on occasion.

Should Bob show up she could always mention blonde wigs.

Even if River couldn't read her mind, she would probably be able to tell in subtle reactions on her face that she'd noticed River there about halfway in the other girl's journey from door to desk. She didn't look up from Jezebel, Lebezej, who, really, was terribly overrated, but there was a slight shifting that included River in the corner of her eye, a slight lift of her eyebrow in awareness. Tiny things. Barely noticeable things, unless you were one to notice them, and she decidedly tried to pretend, the utter futile masquerade, that she hadn't noticed anything, and was calmly waiting for the book to just get to the damn defenestration.

Lee appeared after his last class, pushing open the library's doors and walking towards the desk casually, trying to be quiet and inconspicuous. Not that he was trying hard but he was trying.

"Shouldn't sneak up on people reading murder mysteries," Adah commented, because, yes, he was just being so sneaky, too. She kept her eyes on the awful writing that she was pretty sure proved her theory on God not existing. "That's how people get shot."

"Do you have something behind that book to shoot me with you?" he asked, amused. "That'd be kind of frightening."

No, pretending didn't work, but River found the attempt sweet. When she reached the desk she leaned forward, close to Adah, so that her hair draped across the pages. Hopefully that would distract. Hopefully not in a way that made Adah annoyed.

Adah, slowly, shook her head. "No," she assured him. "Nothing behind the book; just a rifle hidden in my skirt, today."

Lee stood up on his tiptoes just to try and glimpse said skirt. "I could always try and find that for you."

It was a bad line but he didn't care.

Adah leaned back a little, a slight straightening but barely, and blew a puff of air toward the hair over her pages, and smirked. Really, now, River. She was trying to read about murdering whore who got thrown out of windows by servants, here.

River watched her hair move through the force of Adah's breath. "Maybe someone could have caught her when she fell," River said, leaning close to give Adah a kiss.

Adah snorted, her grin sharpening. "You'd be down there searching for a while, then," she said, with a voice that suggested she wouldn't terribly mind, of course, though still teasing. "And here last week, you were worried about being caught kissing; I wonder how that one would look."

"I'd just tell Mr. Librarian the truth," he said, eyes wide and serious. "He'd appreciate that."

Adah grinned as she, still pretending to be absent and aloof, lifted her chin to receive the kiss and lightly return it. It was from the top chamber of a palace tower; anyone who would have tried could have been crushed underneath Jezebel's velocity and her big, fat butt. She was an aristocratic whore, after all, so she would have been very well fed.

"Could have caught her mid-air in a ship," River persisted, and then, trying to reveal the aloofness for what it was, she leaned even closer and blew a breath into Adah's ear.

"How do you know," Adah reasoned, drawing her eyes away from her book finally as she tilted an imploring head toward the Eel, "that he won't want to verify our story by searching himself?"

Damn her. Even if Adah had tried to keep still, she knew she would be victim to her body overpowering her mind in lieu of something like a breath in her ear. She twitched, head first, turning sharply toward River, and then shoulder, lifting as though to defend the ear, as though the two parts had ever been friends or as if the ear would ever do something similar for the shoulder, which it wouldn't. And, slowly, also a bit despite herself, a grin surfaced as her eyes settled accusingly at River and her dirty tricks and she pointedly insisted that, if they had ships that could have done that, well, then, they certain didn't record anything about it in any of the history, and the servants would have tried to stone it down.

"Because I'd punch him in the nose if he tried," Lee said, nodding seriously.

Grin broadening, Adah laughed a little. "Oh, now maybe we should, if only because I would love to see that. It can become a trend around here, me getting to watch people punch the librarian in the face..."

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Library; Wednesday [ 01/23 ]

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