http://stupid-toasters.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] stupid-toasters.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhigh2008-03-09 10:52 am
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Library [Sunday, March 9]

With his new decision to NEVER EVER DRIVE, Lee was choosing today to spend looking up alternate methods of transportation. So far, street luge seemed like the fastest, most exciting and Lee had already thrown out rollerskating (way too girly) and using a pogo stick (because ow).

He even had a list. He was determined to be productive.

Re: Morning

[identity profile] on-her-korhal.livejournal.com 2008-03-09 03:08 pm (UTC)(link)
For quite possibly the first (and possibly, she decided, only) time, Sarah Kerrigan strolled into the library. She came to a stop a few paces in, glancing around the area. "Adama?"

Re: Morning

[identity profile] on-her-korhal.livejournal.com 2008-03-09 03:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Say yes. That would be the easy thing-- "No," she said, wryly. "I was looking for you."

Re: Morning

[identity profile] on-her-korhal.livejournal.com 2008-03-09 03:17 pm (UTC)(link)
She waved that one off. "I wanted to check if you were okay after that mess with River last week," Kerrigan said-- stupid little thing, really, "Don't make me regret it."

Re: Morning

[identity profile] on-her-korhal.livejournal.com 2008-03-09 03:26 pm (UTC)(link)
"You're a teenager," Kerrigan pointed out, rolling her eyes, "You've barely even gotten used to zits."

Re: Morning

[identity profile] on-her-korhal.livejournal.com 2008-03-09 03:33 pm (UTC)(link)
"Me presumptive makes for a nice turn-around, doesn't it?" she retorted. "What are you, some kind of melodrama magnet?"

Re: Morning

[identity profile] on-her-korhal.livejournal.com 2008-03-09 03:39 pm (UTC)(link)
"Much," Kerrigan added, helpfully. "I just wanted to make sure you were okay, considering I'm stiffing you on a TA gig next term, but if you're too busy feeling sorry for yourself, I can come back another time..."

Re: Afternoon

[identity profile] ecirpnellehada.livejournal.com 2008-03-09 06:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Most people reserved their Sundays for church, Adah thought, as she limped her way in today, and she reserved hers for the library and a clinic, which put a nicely appropriate twist on things, she felt. Her limp was certainly intended to carry her toward the desk, but she paused a moment, just a foot or so away from it, and shifted her back from her side to her shoulder, where opened it, and carefully, awkwardly, dug the rabbit out with her one, good hand, and knelt down as little as she could to drop her on the floor. Bob was being difficult today; she didn't want to follow Adah down the halls like she sometimes would, and Adah was not about to leave her in the room where she could chew up all her books, so she was going with her to the library where she could chew up these books that weren't hers at all. She gave the rabbit a stern look, telling her with her gaze that if she stayed off too far, she knew very well that Adah wouldn't care, wouldn't be bothered to limp after her, and would leave her and then she'd have no one to feed her. Bob blinked back up in what she was going to take as an understanding, sighed, and then turned her attention to the real reason she came here.

"...You wouldn't happen to want a rabbit, by chance, would you?"

Okay, so that wasn't the real reason she came here, but it sounded like a good conversation opener.

Re: Afternoon

[identity profile] ecirpnellehada.livejournal.com 2008-03-09 08:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Adah's nose wrinkled slightly as she frowned at Bob taking to sniffing a leg of the desk. "No, just being a rabbit," she said, feeling like she couldn't hold it against anything for being difficult, all things considered, lest she just make herself out to be a hypocrite. "I'm thinking I should rename her. Boomerang would fit her better than Bob, as I keep making attempts to get rid of her, and she just keeps coming back. I'm trying to think of something for when I'm at the clinic, because I'll be damned if I leave her in my room alone. I'm thinking of just keeping her outside and seeing if she stays there. We had a bird once, that we let go into the wild, but he just hung around outside the hut until a bigger, hungrier animal got him..."

She trailed off a little, blinked at Bob, and then glanced up toward the Eel with a light, crooked smile. "Also? Hi."

Re: Afternoon

[identity profile] ecirpnellehada.livejournal.com 2008-03-09 09:09 pm (UTC)(link)
"Annette offered," Adah replied lightly. "Problem is, I don't even know where she lives." She gave a light shrug. "It doesn't really matter. If she's still there at the end of my shift, that means she for some reason prefers me to the freedom of, say, the preserve, and so be it. It'll probably endear me to her a bit more, because it will prove that she's mad."

She'd noticed that her eyes had gone ahead and drifted away from the Eel, back to the rabbit, as she filled empty space with useless gibbering about the stupid ball of fluff, and it made her bite her lip with a little bit of concern because that was not something she normally did. It left her wondering if she was feeling some unmentioned need to fill the space with that instead of something else.

"So," she decided, before any more inane rabbit talk could continue, "question. Is it just me, or does it seem like it's been a while since we talked?"

Re: Afternoon

[identity profile] ecirpnellehada.livejournal.com 2008-03-09 09:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Feeling a bit of tension slide out between the gaps in her spine, Adah nodded a little. Good. Just so long as it wasn't her alone feeling that way, and the plural nature of his statement suggested to her that he, like she, had had more than enough happen since Tuesday, so it wasn't exactly that, either. And then she bit her lip again.

"I haven't got a roommate anymore," she informed the Eel, simply, because segues and subtly, she decided, for today, were for the weak.

And then, suddenly, she felt weak, which lead to quickly adding a disclaimer. "I've never had a room to myself before, ever."
Edited 2008-03-09 21:25 (UTC)

Re: Afternoon

[identity profile] ecirpnellehada.livejournal.com 2008-03-09 09:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Adah's response to a question like that was, of course, a dull, hard sort of gaze that demanded to know how, after as much as he knew about her, the Eel could honestly think that was a question to ask. Behind that look, though, there was a little tingling at the back of her head, probably along the medula oblongata, that sparked a small bit of a question as to whether or not she would be. As much as she liked to insist that she was as perfectly capable as anyone else to do anything, she couldn't exactly avoid the fact that she wasn't, or that there was a good chance that there could be a time when something unexpected happened, and there wouldn't be anyone the--

She blinked, and her expression shifted, frowning at herself. What the hell was she thinking? Just because she'd always had people around, didn't mean that they were ever really there in that sense. Her nose wrinkled. "I disappeared for entire days into the jungles of Africa before," she pointed out, because, when she did, no one barely even noticed until they thought a lion had eaten her, and then they were only concerned because Tata Kvundundu was claiming that this meant that Jesus had abandoned them, and it would lead to a whole bit of trouble for Nathan Price that had nothing to do with his daughter possibly being dead. "I'm pretty certain I'll be a-okay."

She drew in a slightly sharp breath. "But, if it would make you feel any better, don't hesitate to check up on me or anything, although I'll probably pretend to hate you for it."