Library [12/04]

[furnaceface]

Today was the sort of day that saw Jono bustling into the library almost late, finding his way to the nearest seat, and then depositing his bottom into it and swearing to himself that he wasn't going to move from that spot unless he absolutely had to, damn it.

Because, not only was he still a little on the tired, distracted side after all that had been going on this week, but if he didn't move, then he couldn't stumble across any more of those stupid holiday ornaments. Right?

... Right?

[No OCD today, sorry this is a smidgen late-ish. The bus system hates me.]

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[furnaceface]

//I can probably be of some assistance in that regard, then,// Jono decided, working on a smile-of-sorts of his own in turn. //D'yer know th'title of it? If it isn't something horribly obscure, we might even be able to find a study guide for it here in th'library. Those tend t'make understandin' it a bit easier, at least.//

[momslilassassin]

"Whatever they are callingMidsummer's Night Eve," Ben said. "Heard of it?"

[furnaceface]

//Of course I have,// Jono replied, nodding faintly. //It's Shakespeare, mate. One of th'most renowned playwrights t'world has ever seen.//

A pause.

//And so th'whole thing'll be in fairly archaic English. It might take a bit of work t'be able to follow it.//

[momslilassassin]

"Oh, like the last one," Ben said, nodding. "Astral. I mean, slightly boring, potentially heavy on creepy ghosts and stuff, but astral."

[furnaceface]

//Less with th'creepy ghosts, more with th'fairies and the tricksters, I believe. This is one of Shakespeare's great comedies, after all.//

Which meant there were fewer swordfights, alas.