fandomhigh | Library, Wednesday [ 02/06 ]

Adah came in for her day at the library with the distinct conviction that people just weren't worth the trouble it took to deal with them. She felt she could honestly say that, too, as she had been attempting to be social quite a lot this last week, and look where it got her. Waking up fresh from another bizarre dream of Africa and feeling horrible. Books, she figured, were a much better companion; usually, she knew if an author was going to throw a temper tantrum at her, and if she didn't like it, close the book, get a new one. Books were also very good at making barricades around the desk, hiding her from people...and kissing. People, on the other hand, would be much harder to get to cooperate, unless they were dead, and Adah doubted she could ever really kill anyone.

She did, behind her wall of books with just enough space so that if someone really did need help or Bob came around and did not approve, then she could depend on those to defend herself. And she was slowly nursing a warm mug of tea, toh, yerg lrae. Maybe that would make her feel better in not too long.

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She was contemplating it a shame that she couldn't grow a wild beard and follow the path of Whitman. This thought only held for a brief moment though, because she'd be damned if she was reading Whitman's drivel today.

Cimorene came in, almost over her shock of how many books there were here, and smiled politely at the girl behind the counter.

Something was tickling the back of Adah's brain to believe that there just might be someone outside her little world of books. She paused, to see if the feeling would go away, but it didn't, exactly, so she lifted her head, shifted slightly to the left so that she could look through one of the slots in the towers, and look expectantly through it at the girl to impatiently wait out what it was she might be needing.

Cimorene peered through the slot. "Good morning. Are you busy?"

Adah's eyes shifted to the side for a moment, thoughtfully, as she decided not only on her answer to that question, but exactly how she would deliver such an answer. Finally, she shifted, reaching for her nearby opened notebook, writing quickly on it, tearing the sheet out, folding it up, all very slowly and complacently so that she half expected that when she slid it through the slot, there would no longer be anyone there to receive it, having decided she didn't need to be waiting for this.

Unfolded, the paper would read, "Technically speaking, not really."

Cimorene read the note and considered her reply. "Could you point me towards the history books? Are we not allowed to talk in the library?" She asked as an after thought.

A moment later, another piece of folded paper slipped through the slot in the book wall, with a detailed little scribble of a diagram of exactly where to find the history books, including another off-shoot diagram that detailed all the different sections. And, below it, Adah had answered the second question.

"As far as I know, talking is perfectly acceptable. In fact, some people have a terrible habit taking complete and full advantage of that freedom."

Cimorene frowned. "Thank you. I won't bother you any more then." She turned on one foot and went off to the history section.

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