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Library [Saturday]

Mac wasn't entirely awake when she wandered into the library early Saturday morning. Which is probably why it took her a good while to realise that after a couple of minutes sitting behind the desk, she was wearing a pair of way-too-big-for-her blue and white striped pajamas. Pajamas that weren't hers, and that she hadn't been wearing when she walked in.

"Hey!" Mac hissed (no yelling in the library) in the direction of the ceiling (because obviously that was where the entity that was the library should be addressed). "Give my clothes back!"

The library did no such thing.

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Still looking unimpressed, even as she drinks her coffee.

She'll probably still help out anyone who needs it, though.

Mac was around, with her ever so healthy packed lunch.

Library is there for other aides and the librarian.

Impatiently looking at the clock as she re-shelves. Someone is SO over today.

Whaaat? (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CJkPWMaNaIM) It came up on Never Mind the Buzzcocks the other night, and edible things had been done.

Anyone who comes in today can be similarly pajama-d against their will courtesy of the library. Real clothes will come back when you leave. Promise!

Win. You so win.

Hahahaha you totally win. :D

Jack walked in to see if there were any new magazines and what the--

"Why am I wearing pajamas?"

He could have sworn he was wearing real clothes.

"Because the library thinks it's reaaal funny," Mac told him, hopping down from a set of steps.

"Okay, real funny. I'd like my clothes back!" he said, gesturing. It looked more comical with the oversized clothes.

"You think I haven't tried that already?" she said, shooting him a look. Wasn't impressed by the way it didn't work at all, either. "Several times."

"Well, I haven't tried it, and you didn't say anything about it," he pointed out. "I just wanted some magazines."

That last bit was muffled a bit because he was speaking through the pajamas while facepalming.

"If it helps, it probably won't last," Mac offered, a little smirk appearing. At least she wasn't the only one with the issue here.

"That's just great. Those were my only clean clothes and now I have to do laundry and...this isn't funny!"

Yeah...he noticed the smirk. It seemed infectious. That one corner of his mouth kept quirking up.

"Little bit funny," Mac said, still looking amused. "At least, it is when I'm not the only one has to deal with it."

Leto had heard there was a library, and it seemed like a good place to visit, especially since he wanted to learn more about the local geography and political situation. As he entered the library, he found himself suddenly and inexplicably dressed in ill-fitting clothes with blue and white stripes. Frowning he looked at the girl behind the desk, and noticing she was similarly attired, he asked: "Are these clothes compulsory in the library?" It seemed like a very odd custom.

"Not usually," Mac replied, rearranging her own outfit as she stood up. "I'm hoping it's just a phase... A really, really short phase."

Smiling a little, Leto replied: "So is this one of those strange things I've heard about?"

"One of the many," she confirmed with a smile of her own. "And this is actually pretty tame."

"Are you new?" Mac assumed he probably was, but thought it better to confirm.

"I am. My name is Leto Atreides." He glanced around the room. "I know nothing of this world, and thought it best to learn at least the basics. Geography, an outline of history, contemporary politics, philosophy, technological level."

"Great. So if it involves me, it's funny?" He put his hands on his hips in a dignified manner.

Except for the part where it so wasn't dignified at all.

[ZOMG, I have to go to work in this snow? al;sfkjaljflafj Leaving soon. May be my last ping until after work]

"Then you're definitely in the right place," she told him with a little chuckle as she reached for a library card application for him. "I'm Mac."

"You look ridiculous," she pointed out with another little huff of laughter. "You'd find it funny if you were me."

"Hello, Mac," he said with a smile. "And that is reassuring to know."

"What I'm here to do," she said, sliding the paper over to him. Those eyes were really kind of mesmerising. "Uh, just need to get details, and I can give you a card, let you take things away and all that good stuff."

A Card? So that was how a library worked here. He filled out the form, smiling to himself as that was something he had never had to do before. Returning the paper to Mac, he said. "The eyes, yes. All my people have them. The sign of spice addiction." He was getting used to explaining this.

"They're unusual," she remarked with a smile. "Even for around here."

"What world is it you're from?" Mac asked. Not that she'd be likely to know, but, curiosity.

"So I've noticed. And I'm from Arrakis." No, Leto didn't expect her to have heard of it. "And you?"

"California, which is this world," she told him as she filed the form. "This country, even. Didn't have to travel nearly as far as a lot of people, and somehow still manage to hardly ever get back there." Which was no bad thing as far as she was concerned.

"Does that mean you prefer this place to your home?" he asked, observing what she was doing.

"Neptune is... a little divided," she shared. "It's a lot nicer atmosphere around here, even if we do get invaded every few weeks."

Mac started pulling up some details on the computer as she set up a card. "And I've been here so long, it's kind of like home to me anyway."

As text appeared on the screen, Leto leaned forward, watching with curiousity, almost not hearing what Mac said. "Is that a thinking machine?" he asked, eyes wide.

Mac smiled, shaking her head. "Not exactly. It's a computer. It's where all the library databases and student information is all stored."

"Admittedly, it may actually have more thought processes than some people," she remarked with some amusement.

"I guess you don't have this sort of thing on your world?"

"Thou shalt not make a machine in the likeness of a human mind," Leto said, quoting the Orange Catholic Bible. "You mean the whole library is ruled by them?"

Did Ghani know this?

"I was mostly kidding about that part," she clarified. "Not that there aren't people trying on the AI thing."

"It's not ruled by them, just helps us. The library rules itself. Trust me." Anyone who'd stepped foot in special collections had to know that one for certain.

"Maybe I would, but then it would be funny," he insisted.

[Sorry. My phone decided it wouldn't display the page at work.]

Leto still looked suspicious, and memories from long dead ancestors were vivid in his mind. The Butlerian Jihad had been a war between humans and machines, which humans finally on the winning side.

"And this is necessary for me to get a card?"

"Sorry," Mac replied with a twist of her lips. "Everything goes through them these days."

She offered him the card a few moments later. "But it should be all set up and ready for you now."

He accepted the card with a nod. "And can you point me in the direction of the right shelf?" Leto asked. He was still a little unsettled, which caused him to sound a lot more like the heir of Muad'Dib than he usually did.

"Yes, I can," Mac said with a nod. "Which of those subjects was it you wanted to look into first? Because you'll find they're sort of spread around. Big place."

Clearly their system for organising books differed from what he was used to. "I might just discover their location by myself," he said. "I need to learn this anyway."

"Dewey decimal system," Mac told him. "It should be pretty easy to catch on to once you've looked around a bit. Used in libraries across America for a good reason."

"Thank you," Leto replied. He had never heard of that system, but this was a good time as any to learn.

"No problem," Mac told him with a smile. "You need anything, I'll be around. Just yell.... Not literally."

He smiled back. "Thank you," Leto repeated, then disappeared among the shelves.

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