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Gabrielle was a bit distracted on her way in today, head ducked slightly over a piece of parchment covered with the most horrendously illegible ink scrawl ever. ("Illegible" was relative here, of course, depending on who besides her could recognize that strange alphabet.) It wasn't because she was engrossed in what she was reading, because Joxer didn't have anything close to a talent for writing, but because . . . because it was a letter from Joxer, and the grammatical gaffes and misspellings and turns of phrase gone horribly wrong were not to be believed, and that was before you factored in the concentration necessary to make some kind of coherent sense out of the paragraphs.

As a result she nearly tripped over a thick volume that had somehow ended up on the floor near the returns bin rather than in it -- thanks, Joxer, did you manage to get klutzy-infused parchment somehow? -- and set the letter aside.

I Hate Chatty Food: Memoirs of a Blind Cyclops, read the title on the spine; a quick flip-through of the book revealed that yes, there were several chapters devoted to the chatty food in question, and none of them very flattering.

Mostly, though, Gabrielle was stuck on "How did he get a book deal?"

Honestly.

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Because you don't need a currently scandalized little bard to help you find your books.

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Jimmy found the library after lunch. He needed to do some research on...well, very many things. "Hello?" he called out.

"-- never said anything like that," Gabrielle was muttering indignantly at the book. "Stupid Cyclops obviously took a few too many knocks to the head when --"

Oh, look, someone to help. As she was supposed to do.

She was happy to put the book aside and hop down from her chair at the collections desk. "Hi," she replied, heading toward the person who'd called out. "Is there something you needed help finding?"

[OOC: Just a heads-up that I'm heading home in about 20 minutes so SP is imminent while I'm on the road and all . . .]

His head was turning left and right as he was taking in all of the books. Not quite Sarth, but still, amazing. "I'm new. Really new. People keep using terms that I do not understand, and I want to find a book that will teach me terms."

Oh, and she was cute!

[SP is love. ...I need that as a colorbar.]

Why yes, yes she was, thank you for noticing.

"That's what we have a whole reference section for," Gabrielle told him, gesturing to the appropriate part of the stacks. (At least, she hoped it was; with any luck it hadn't decided to up and move today.) "I understand, believe me. I've had to spend a lot of time in that section myself."

. . . she tended to get lost in there for hours on end, but that was her own problem. There were modern words that confused her completely, and some that she knew just fine despite any normal world's logic.

"What sort of terms? Because believe me, you won't find just one book in there. It might help to narrow it down a little."

"A whole section for references?" he asked. "I'm not from anyplace near here. I was threatened by someone with a ladle and I have no idea what a teevee does nor why we had a class on it today," His eyebrow quirked up. "This is all new to me."

"Believe me, I definitely understand. I'm from three thousand years ago," Gabrielle told him in her sympathetic voice.

. . . not that she thought there was anything wrong with threatening someone with a ladle. She'd beaten a poor shopkeeper over the head with a giant fish once, after all. Of course, she'd been under the influence of Ares losing his godhood and being unable to control her temper, but details.

"You'll like the teevee -- er, the television," she enthused. "It's like watching a play, only in a window and much more sophisticated. It loses a little something of the personal touch, but it's fun."

At least a ladle had more of a military feel to it, what with it being metal. A fish was just a fish, no matter how one swings it.

"So you're a bit out of the usual here, too. Have you adjusted well?" he asked.

"So it's puppet theater?" Maybe the television would prove useful.

The fish had worked very well, though! She liked to think she'd wielded it with style.

"I like to think I've eased myself into things pretty well," Gabrielle said with a nod. "And they aren't puppets; they're actual people. I haven't worked out how exactly they put themselves into the television set but I don't think anyone gets hurt in the process."

"They put people inside that tiny box," he said flatly, trying to figure that nonsense out. "One of those magical things?"

This place was...interesting.

"Not literally, I don't think," Gabrielle amended hastily. "It's some kind of moving picture. It's not supposed to be magic, but it is something I don't quite understand."

"I was advised to treat anything I didn't understand as magic. I've been treating many things as magical here," he said with a slight grin and a tilt of his head.

Should he be around, and pinged in.

Mostly, Henry was in his office working on his lesson plan for tomorrow. But he did venture into the stacks to do his day job a couple of times.

This is what happens when I sit down and type when I'm still 90% asleep.

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