Library [02/03]

[likethegun]

Since Lee had been kind enough to cover his shift on Monday, Sam was in the library today. He was hoping for a quiet day, so he could do some more researching.

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Morning [02/03]

[likethegun]

Sam was looking through books on mental abilities to see if any accounts sounded like what his visions were like.

Re: Morning [02/03]

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

Dawn had woken up soon after Sam had left and had extensive plans to spend more of her Sunday doing homework, assuming she didn't fall asleep on her handouts.

Still, she hadn't been able to stop thinking about what Dean had said two days before, and stopped by with breakfast and coffee for Sam. "Hey."

Re: Morning [02/03]

[likethegun]

"Hey," Sam said, smiling at her. "I was hoping you'd come by to keep me from being bored."

Re: Morning [02/03]

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"Is that all I am to you?" She teased, putting the J,GoB bag on the desk next to the coffee, "A cure for boredom?"

Normal, normal, normal. Yup.

Re: Morning [02/03]

[likethegun]

"You're a very pretty cure?" Sam suggested, taking a sip of coffee.

Re: Morning [02/03]

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

Just for that, she blew a raspberry at him, leaning forward on both elbows on the desk. "Boy, you're easy."

Re: Morning [02/03]

[likethegun]

Sam laughed. "Ssshh, don't say that too loudly. You'll tarnish my good reputation."

Re: Morning [02/03]

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"I thought that was my job," she winked at him. "Older woman, leading you down the path to naughtiness."

Lunch [02/03]

[likethegun]

The library was closed for lunch to anyone except the aides, the librarian, and Dean.

Re: Lunch [02/03]

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Despite the change in days, Dean still managed to keep up the tradition of feeding his brother and dropped by with some sandwiches. "Y'know, this working on a Sunday thing is just way too geeky."

Re: Lunch [02/03]

[likethegun]

"It is not," Sam said, smirking. "Some people like coming in to study on the weekends."

Re: Lunch [02/03]

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Yeah," Dean said. "Geeks."

Re: Lunch [02/03]

[likethegun]

"You say that like it's a bad thing," Sam teased.

Re: Lunch [02/03]

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Just not my cup of tea," Dean said. "I'll leave the geeking to you."

Re: Lunch [02/03]

[likethegun]

"As well you should. I'm the one who's better at it after all," Sam said.

Re: Lunch [02/03]

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"I've got other things to do with my time."

Afternoon [02/03]

[likethegun]

Sam was at the computer, trying to find any information he could on house fires from 1983. It was exactly as difficult as it sounded.

Re: Afternoon [02/03]

[ecirpnellehada.livejournal.com]

Adah stopped about half-way through her limp toward the desk, which was about the time she realized that things were not as she'd grown to expect them to be at the moment. She blinked, eyes shifting first to one side, and then the other, as if expecting foul play or a practical joke, before they settled on the guy behind the desk today, who she realized that, if she knew him, she didn't exactly care enough to bother remembering him. She finished her limping trek until she was leaning a hip against the desk and tilting her head in a silent question. Was the Eel sick, or something?

If he was, she was going to be extremely pissed, for having to go through the battle in her head as to whether or not she was going to show up today after last week for nothing. She knew she should have just stuck with that icky feeling in the bottom of her stomach and not have bothered.

Re: Afternoon [02/03]

[likethegun]

Sam glanced away from the computer screen when he heard Adah come in, and gave her a small smile. He was almost certain that she wasn't looking for him, and his memory of radio reports and the tilt of her head only added evidence to his assumption.

"Hey," he said. "Lee and I switched shifts this week. He'll be back next week, or I can help you if you're looking for something."

Re: Afternoon [02/03]

[ecirpnellehada.livejournal.com]

Wait a moment; Adah did know this kid. This was the guy who wouldn't leave the damn clinic that one weekend...She just didn't recognize him at first because she couldn't see his long legs with him sitting behind the desk. Her eyes narrowed, somewhat scrutenizing, before he even started his explanation. They switched shifts; simple enough, right? But why? She sucked in a breath as her brain started to wonder if perhaps he was avoiding her; it wasn't like he wouldn't have known she'd come here anyway, and, not wanting to deal with her so soon after...last week...just switch shifts with someone, easy enough, right? Or, even worse, what if...oh, Dog, what if River had said something to him since Wednesday? Considering that she used to rather take pride in beating him up, that could probably explain a lot, too--

With a sharp shake of her head, Adah made herself stop thinking about all that ridiculous stuff and lifted an affected nose into the air, with a sort of insistent detestation at Sam's suggestion. Because who ever said she was here to see Lee? Certainly not her; he hadn't said anything at all. What did she care if he switched shifts? She didn't; at all. Really. "I was just wondering," she said, firmly, "if the books neurology that were out when I was here on Wednesday," there were no books on neurology that were out on Wednesday, "were still out or not. I need something to read if it's a slow night at the clinic."

Re: Afternoon [02/03]

[likethegun]

Sam was all too happy to have something to look up on the computer, so he could feel useful despite being here on the wrong day. "It doesn't look like any books on neurology are out," he said, "so they're yours for the taking."

Maybe having something to read would improve her bedside manner if someone had to come into the clinic in the evening. It was a hopeful thought.

Re: Afternoon [02/03]

[ecirpnellehada.livejournal.com]

Very hopeful. But, hey, if Sam desired to make the suggestion that she put more attention into her bedside manner rather than focusing on giving her patients the attention they needed, she'd be willing to listen, of course. For now, though, she gave a short, slightly jerking nod. "Good," she said, and limped her way towards the shelves she knew she'd be needing, because she certainly didn't need any more of his help.

OOC [02/03]

[likethegun]

Ah, Super Bowl Sunday. Bring on the commercials!

Re: OOC [02/03]

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

You mean there's actually a game in between the commercials? Huh....

Re: OOC [02/03]

[willbedone.livejournal.com]

I've heard the commercials this year aren't going to - whaddya call it - suck.

(Go Giants!)