Library, Friday 7/9

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It was Blackagar's fist day on the job, which meant he was slowly wandering up and down the rows of books, becoming acquainted with where everything was. Or, possibly, just looking for something new to read.

Maybe something on Germany!

...or on hair care to give to Medusa, but that was neither here nor there.

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Blackagar stared at him for a moment before frowning. Frowning quite a bit. He rather preferred dealing with telepaths because they tended to know right away which one was which.

Even if the talking right away worked for anyone else who knew him.

He shook his head, heading over to the desk where his notepad was.

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Shrugging, Henry followed along. He wasn't sure what was going on, but he'd had worse starts to his days in the library.

Re: Talk to Blackagar

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When he finished writing, Blackagar held up the notepad for Henry to read. In large, neatly written letters it said:

MY NAME IS BLACKAGAR. I AM NOT HUMPHREY.

Had he been a lesser man, there would have been underlines in there.

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"Blackagar," Henry read. "My mistake. And you're one of the new aides, right? Not just a random student I've now horribly offended?"

He didn't need to underline anything; the capital letters got the point across.

"I'm Henry Detamble. I run this place." Which seemed to attract aides who didn't talk,

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The librarian? Ah. Well, that made a lot more sense then.

Blackagar nodded again, flipping the page to write something more. I'm one of your new aides. Does Humphrey stay here a lot?

Re: Talk to Blackagar

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"He used to work Fridays," Henry confirmed easily. "He switched to Wednesday this week. I'm guessing he's not your favorite person?"

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I am mistaken for him regularly, Blackagar wrote back with a shrug.

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"As I demonstrated," Henry said. And thought about mentioning how he had another aide who didn't talk, but had a vague feeling that was rude somehow. "Do you want the grand tour, or are you pretty much settled in?"

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Waaaait a minute there. Grand tour?, he wrote down.

What more could there be than the books?

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"Mostly it's just books," Henry admitted, seeing something like surprise on the young man's face. "Helps to know which books are where, though. Do you know the Library of Congress system, Dewey Decimal, anything like that?"

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Okay, now he was just confusing Blackagar even more. They were words, of course, but the context was lacking if you asked him.

Where are those?

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Henry walked around the counter to find two library maps, looking happy to have something to do.

"The library," he explained, "is organized a little differently from however you keep your books at home. Let me walk you through it."

He sketched lightly on the map, talking through where fiction, history, sciences, biography and books on the arts were. "Of course, sometimes they move on their own. Because nothing at this school could possibly be normal. but that's the gist of it."