fandomhigh | Library [01-24]

Which is an awful lot like the rest of the day, only earlier.

Which Jono still isn't eating, no.

He might not be having lunch, but there were some others in the library who were looking for something to eat!

There was ominous snickering coming from down a few of the aisles, and a book was chucked in Jono's direction from atop one of the bookcases.

And the book happened to catch Jono in his shoulder. He promptly furrowed his eyebrows, picked it up, and inspected it for damage.

//Look, mate,// he said, raising an eyebrow and looking upward in the direction the book had been thrown from, //I can almost overlook th'bunch of yer tryin' to kill me. It's what yer do. But nobody messes with Vonnegut. Respect th'bloody books, or I'll be forced to revoke yer library cards.//

Oh, and he'd do it, too.

There was a distinct 'Nyah nyah' from where the first book had come from, and then a second was winged at his head. Bradbury, this time.

Oh, now it was on. Jono now had the book in hand, and he was pulling himself to his feet, making his way toward the shelves.

Because clearly, when the library was infested with scaly troublemaking green things, walking into their hiding space was a brilliant idea.

//Yer want to come out here and try that again where I can see yer?//

No, no, not really. But there was one at the end of a row doing...rather obscene things to a copy of Nancy Drew.

But that one was bait. Its friends would be more than happy to push the contents of an entire shelf onto Jono once he got close enough. Like, say, now!

Well, that was going to leave a mark or twelve. Jono threw his arms up to cover his head at the shower of reading material, some entirely too hardcover for his liking at the moment, and then looked upward to send a concussive blast of psionic flame toward the freshly emptied shelf.

At about this point, he was less worried about knocking the shelving over, and more concerned about getting these bloody things out of the library on his watch.

... Nancy Drew, however, could suffer. He'd get over it.

There was a screech as one fell off the shelf, nailed by his powers, but the other three scampered merrily away, laughing their little gremlin laughs. This was fun!

//Yer know, if yer wanted to play tag, yer ought to have said so,// Jono called after them.

The Bradbury that was in his hand was being tossed hard and fast at the one who was defacing school property, over there. He didn't stick around to see if it hit, because he was now turning on his heel and chasing after its friends.

Well, tag, and 'let's try and drop on his head!'

One of them was going to launch itself for Jono's hair and try to ride him like a pony, complete with waving mini cowboy hat.

It had to realize that this was a bad idea, right? Because Jono didn't even have to turn around to reach behind himself with his psionic flames.

The gremlin was more than welcome to sit on his shoulders for a moment if it wanted to, but it was probably going to be an unpleasant ride what with its hat now on fire and a barrage of flames pummelling against the side of its head.

Jono was looking more and more cranky every moment, really.

No one ever said gremlins were bright!

It howled in surprise and pain, tumbling backwards off of him. Which was not cool, so as soon as it shook itself off, it was darting forward, trying to bite his kneecaps.

Jono's kneecaps were tasty and full of vitamins!

Actually, Jono's boots were pointy, and that was what that gremlin's mouth was going to be full of with a swift kick. You see, Jono was actually rather fond of his kneecaps, and fond of the trousers that he was wearing today, and he was quite fed up with this bloody invasion by now.

//Plonker.//

Owwwwwwwwwwwww. And that was a gremlin that wasn't going to be getting up again anytime soon.

The three that were left, however, were howling in rage, tearing down the rows and pulling books off the shelves and flinging them about.

//Ow. Ow. Ow. Bloody ow! Stop that!//

Look, even Jonothon was allowed to bitch about being smacked about by the corners of books when he was under attack by them, damn it.

He was seriously going to hope that whatever it was that was being flung at him wasn't out of print and difficult to replace. Because right now, his knee-jerk reaction as the trio got entirely too close for comfort was one last outpouring of flame, sent careening forward in a sort of horizontal column of burning death.

Pity to anyone who happened to be standing in the path of that. And to any books, for that matter.

Later than morning, earlier than evening, and Jono has actually started to look around for information on gremlins, now.

He's wondering if he would have better luck handing them each an Oreo and telling them to go visit the things that go bump in Special Collections.

Didi came in just after lunch, looking restless and exhausted. A gremlin followed at her heels but showed no inclination to bite.

Her eyes widened when she saw the state of Jono's bandages. Or, rather, the total lack of them.

"... what happened?"

Hello was for other times.

[OOC: SP for a whiiiile but I wanted to ping before I forgot.]

Edited 2010-01-24 16:31 (UTC)

//Long story,// Jono replied, and, to his credit, he didn't flinch. Flinching was something reserved for people who weren't as bloody tired as he was. //A few of yer little friend's cousins thought it'd be a good idea to shred th'bandages of a burn victim. Thought I'd be an easy target, I'd wager.//

That hadn't ended too well for them, no.

//I could've pulled on that turtleneck I've got, but that wouldn't do me any bloody good if they decide to attack again.//

Edited 2010-01-24 18:28 (UTC)

Didi hesitated. "Are you -- I don't even know what word to use. Are you zapping them with your powers?"

Didi's little friend was making up for Jono's lack of a flinch by flinching at lot itself. She glanced down at him. "He isn't attacking, but I can't get him to go away."

//Mm.// Jono just kind of quirked an eyebrow at the gremlin. If it was behaving, then so be it. He'd leave it to its business so long as it seemed inclined to returned the favour. //Reduced more than a few of them to bloody ash, yesterday. Did th'same this morning, backing up a giant wolf outside th'dorms.//

He crossed his arms, so low on his body that he was practically hugging his bellybutton.

//They tend to travel in packs, I've noticed.//

"Wolves and gremlins both," Didi agreed.

Her pet wandered off into the stacks, and started to make gremlin squeaks of joy as it tore through a stack of art books. She ignored them entirely. Destruction of school property was the least damage she could expect.

"I don't even know what to make of this," she admitted. "I knew invasions weren't a joke, but this is ... totally different."

//Yer mean, this is more dangerous than the veggies were?//

Jono was noticing that, too.

//How are th'rest of the residents of the island holding up? These things seem to be crawlin' about the dorms, too, so people have got to be feelin' tired, by now.//

Tired like Jono, who was sort of bunching his shoulders and wondering how far he could disappear into his jacket without just going ahead and hiding under it.

"Tired," Didi agreed. "Confused. I was at Caritas yesterday. Not too many bad injuries" -- she left the thank God unspoken -- "but a lot of people were scratched up and hungry."

She eyed the hunching. "Have to say, you aren't looking ready to run the marathon, either."

//Just a bit of a drain, throwing so much energy about,// Jono sighed, reaching up and straightening the somewhat singed collar of his jacket out. //Didn't get any sleep last night, either, can't imagine that's helping at all.//

And he had to dig up some new bandages in time for class tomorrow, provided there even was class tomorrow, lest he cause a riot in Horror 101.

"Probably not," Didi said, leaning against the counter and toward him as closely as she dared. Her fingers itched to finish straightening that collar. "Why didn't you sleep? The dorms seemed pretty safe when I got in."

//Up all night pretendin' to be some sort of bleedin' hero,// Jono replied as he eyerolled a little at himself. //And thinking, in between that.//

And then, from there, it was just difficult in general to sleep with flickers of flame dancing just inches beyond your eyelids. But he was too paranoid that the dorms would stop being safe to pull on that turtleneck.

//It's been a bloody strange week, luv.//

"You noticed, huh?" Didi said, lightly sarcastic. "Usually I'd say it's always like this, but this is ... kind of beyond where the weird usually stops in my world."

She smiled. "I thought you were a superhero."

//It isn't official until they stuff me into tights,// Jono decided. Yes, right then and there.

Even if he was technically on a super-team and all of that gobshite, back in his own reality.

//It was a tiring week before the island was attacked,// he added, a moment later.

"I dunno. I always thought the tights were optional," Didi noted, off-handedly. "And I know. Your class was bad enough, and you have work, and ... not like you can feed yourself a ton of caffeine to get back into the game."

Never mind that she was contemplating ways to do exactly that.

Oh, God, Jonothon missed caffeine. And alcohol. He could definitely benefit from some alcohol right about...

Wait, what was that gremlin doing, again?

//'E's not tearin' th'pages out of half our fine arts section over there, is he?//

He had to check. To be sure.

"I don't know."

Did took the few steps back to the section and returned looking guilty.

"Um ... yes. Yes, he is. I don't think he's eating them, but...."

It was hard to tell. Gremlins were not neat in destroying things.

"What should we do?"

... //Shite!//

That flaming streak that just went by? That would be Jono, barrelling toward the fine arts literature before the gremlin could make it to the music section, which was quite nearby.

//Not th'Kurt Cobain Journals! Put that down!//

Didi managed not to stand there looking stupid with her mouth open for too long.

"Can you fry him, or should I throw something at his head?"

//I've already burned too many books today for my liking,// Jono protested, wide-eyed as he attempted to tackle the gremlin to wrestle the book back. //If yer have a good arm, luv, it'd be appreciated right about now!//

The Kurt Cobain Journals! They were practically sacred, damn it!

Didi's arm was ... adequate. Not trained, or practiced, but adequate.

It was a good thing she found a large, heavy collection of impressionist paintings that could be thrown at her poor "pet" like a discus, knocking it into the opposite shelf of books.

Which meant, naturally, that Jono was going to have to dive in to scoop up the book, and then clutch it protectively to his... Well. Not to his chest, that probably wouldn't work so well. But tucking it under one armpit while he surveyed the damage was good, too, right?

//... I am a dead man when th'librarian sees this.// A pause. //No offense, luv.//

"None taken," Didi said, and went to kick gremlin corpse away from the shelf.

It had ... spattered. Her nose wrinkled as she tried to clean up.

"Where is he, anyhow? I thought he was always showing up naked during your shifts."

Edited 2010-01-25 02:31 (UTC)

//My best guess is that one of these buggers caught him streaking, and he'll never be seen or heard from again,// Jono replied.

No, he had no idea. He was going to just attempt to piece together what had possibly survived with enough pages to fit back on the shelf in some vague semblance of order.

... Which wasn't much.

//I wish I knew, luv.//

She glanced up from her work, serious. (Or as serious as someone with flecks of gremlin ear on her fingertips could be.) "I'm sure he's fine," she said. "Probably he took one look outside his window and decided to spend the day sleeping, like he was sane."

//Sane people, on this island?// Jono was actually too tired to feign surprise, at this point. He was going to take a seat on the floor, instead. Among the torn pages and yes, even the gremlin innards and the ashes from earlier. //That's the craziest thing I've ever heard.//

"I know. I must have gotten bitten," Didi said flippantly, and flopped next to him. "Oh, man, are you going to have to clean all this up?"

Flor some reason, the awful thought was making her giggle. It might have been hysterical laughter.

Jono was going to have to sit there and stare for a minute, yes. And then, possibly because of fatigue, possibly because the situation was just that ridiculous, he was going to laugh, too, to the best of his abilities.

//Dear lord, I think I do.//

And with fallen bookshelves and gremlin carcasses and mutilated reading materials all over, he was going to be here all week.

Didi reached out for his hand to help him up, still laughing. It was really all she had just then. "C'mon. I'll help."

Nomnomnom, Sunday.

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