Library [01-24]

[furnaceface]

Why in the world was Jono even coming in to do his library shift, today? The island was overrun by scaly, angry green things, he hadn't slept a wink last night, and his bandages... weren't. It was like there was a whole laundry-list of reasons why Jono really should have just stayed in bed.

But, damn it, somebody had to watch the books. And you never knew when you'd stumble across something that might help to rid the island of these things.

... Information on Gremlins won't be found in the music section of the periodicals, Jono.

[Open, as the library often is!]

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Re: Lunch

[gremlinsinvade.livejournal.com]

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.

Re: Lunch

[furnaceface]

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?//

Re: Lunch

[gremlinsinvade.livejournal.com]

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!

Re: Lunch

[furnaceface]

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.

Re: Lunch

[gremlinsinvade.livejournal.com]

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!

Re: Lunch

[furnaceface]

//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.

Re: Lunch

[gremlinsinvade.livejournal.com]

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.

Re: Lunch

[furnaceface]

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.

Re: Lunch

[gremlinsinvade.livejournal.com]

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.

Re: Lunch

[furnaceface]

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.//

Re: Lunch

[gremlinsinvade.livejournal.com]

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.

Re: Lunch

[furnaceface]

//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.