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Library [5.12]

Anemone had waited until first-thing this morning to snag a portal back to Fandom, and as a result had needed to run from the Causeway up to the school, barely managing to skid into the library on time, Gulliver hanging on to her for dear life.

She dumped her bags behind the desk, taking a seat and kicking her feet up while she looked over her class schedule. Four classes this summer, and for once none of them sounded absolutely mind-numbing.

She clearly owed Maria big. Really big.

...and it looked like it was a good thing she'd come back today instead of skipping work, since she had two classes. Yikes.

Humming happily, Anemone started wandering the stacks, tidying up before she had to leave for second period. Hopefully Dr. Jones wouldn't mind too much if she had to close the library for a little bit...

[I'm back, and so are Anemone and Gulliver, so ~~wait for~~ the OCD is up!]

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Anemone looked up, blinking at bit as she forced her brain out of her world of fiction and back to reality.

"Oh, hi," she responded, trying to recall his name. Jake? No. Jim? No... "Can I help you?"

"I need books about U.S. history," Jack said. "The last hundred-odd years, especially, but I'm starting from near zero so anything would be good."

He smiled a bit. "Anemone, wasn't it?"

Anemone grinned. "I have a list," she announced, rifling through one of the desk drawers. "Yeah, I'm Anemone. Jack, right? Are you one of the time-tossed ones too, then?"

"Guilty as charged on both points," Jack said, raking a hand back through his curls. "It's 1899 at home, and we don't have these United States people keep going on about. Are you also from another year?"

"Opposite direction," Anemone replied, pulling out a highlighter to mark some of the items on the paper. "We don't have a United States at home either. I'm from about 10,000 years in the future, so I ended up taking US History last term."

"I've been here two years, and I still get the holidays mixed up."

"I would have taken history, if it had been offered and I'd known how different it was here," Jack mused. "I was quite good at European history, but that's for a different world entirely."

He blinked. "I can't even conceive of 10,000 years. A hundred is enough for me, I think."

"I'm not good with Europe, either," Anemone confessed. "Or any other continent, for that matter. My prior guardian wasn't big on history."

"I like to think of it as just being on a whole different planet. That much time just makes my head hurt," she laughed.

"History was my guardian's favorite thing, next to languages and detective work." And drinking blood, but that was a bit too much information for a first encounter -- as was the fact Sebastien's expertise in history came from living through so much of it.

"I suppose I should feel lucky things are at least similar enough in most ways that I'm not quite feeling as though I'm on Mars."

"Oh, Dewey loved history, but he didn't think I needed it," she said blithely. There were a lot of things Dewey never taught Anemone, but most of the time she didn't really care. "He could be really obsessive about some of it."

"I dunno, Mars might be nice." The grin she shot him was impish. "At least then people wouldn't expect us to know all of this stuff. Aliens in an alien land!"

Jack laughed aloud. "And we'd stand out more, among all the little men with green skin," he said ~~as the mun hoped that was a Victorian stereotype~~. "Though I suppose your hair doesn't exactly blend. Is it a common color where you're from?"

"Doesn't blend, no, and doesn't take dye. I tried a few times," she said, twirling a few strands. "It's natural, but it's not common. My sisters have blue and purple hair, but we're special."

"It is special," Jack said. "If you want some unsolicited advice, you shouldn't dye it and cover that up. How many sisters do you have?"

Oh, she liked this boy, and Anemone rewarded him with a bright smile. "I had lots," she said dreamily. "Millions of half-siblings, really, and some lost little girls that were could-have-beens, but only two sisters that are like me; Eureka and Sakura."

That answer didn't exactly make sense to him, but Jack didn't want to point that out and lose the bright smile or the dreamy tone. "It sounds lovely," he said. "... you were working on a list of books for me, weren't you?"

"Oh." Anemone mentally shook herself, making a firm effort to stay grounded. Going space-case while she was working was a Bad Plan.

Strange-crazy and violent-crazy, Anemone could handle. She was always a little bit off. But she hated her spaced-out fits.

"Sorry." Anemone handed over the paper with a grin. "Sometimes I get distracted easily. Most of the books are all in the same section... the library is organized by a number system. All the history books are over in the 900s, and North American stuff is 970s... you just follow the numbers." She leaned over to point at the locations she'd written out by the titles. "See? All arranged by topic, then subtopic, and by author."

"It looks like I should find what I want easily enough," Jack said, glancing over the paper. "Thank you, Anemone."

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