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Library [08/22]

Jonothon had been... a little lax on his library duties over the summer, he realized. He'd missed a couple of shifts here and there (the fact that Silent Hill was a factor in this meant little to him, no), and today he was looking to make up for lost time with a bit of a vengeance. By noon, he'd managed to shelve the books on the cart, and as the day pressed on, he was going to even pull out a rag and start dusting things.

Because he could, damn it. It didn't matter that it was technically break week, now. He had a bloody job to do.

Ah, productivity.

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In case you can't catch the busybody mutant!

He'll be bouncing back and forth between the desk and the stacks.

... Well, not bouncing, so much. Jonothon isn't exactly the bouncy sort.

Edited 2010-08-22 13:34 (UTC)

Once he pings in!

Breakfast should not consist of sugar from the take-home bag of deliciousness that I got from my College Orientation RAVE PARTY on Friday night, and yet...

Best. School. Ever.

Edited 2010-08-22 13:34 (UTC)

And there was a blonde with a book in one hand leaning very precisely in the doorway to watch this sudden and unusual burst of activity.

"Who are you and what did you do with Jono?" Rosalind called, lifting her voice just enough that he'd be able to hear her from the stacks.

Jono, with an armload of as-of-yet-unshelved self-help books, peered out toward her from behind a shelf, and he partook in just one moment to look amused, yes.

//Obviously, I'm Jono's secret twin. Bono.//

He was an audiophile. He was allowed.

She sniffed. Hmph.

"Really now," Rosalind said, very dryly. "I don't recall hearing about you before."

Yes, she was mocking him. What else was new?

//I'm a well-kept secret,// Jonothon retorted, waving some book or other about emotional blackmail in Rosalind's direction. //They only let me out when it's a beautiful day.//

And now he was going to have fun with this. So help them all.

"I see," she said, in the tones of the highly dubious. "They let you out in order to do Jono's job? And where is Jono?"

Yeah, she didn't believe this for a second. But--well.

Edited 2010-08-22 15:35 (UTC)

//Presumably, he goes to where the streets have no name,// he replied, bemused. //It's something he likes to do every Sunday, bloody Sunday.//

He could keep this up for just about forever, Rosalind. Maybe he'd even explain what the hell he was doing if you smacked him upside the head for this.

She raised her eyebrows at him.

"And yet," Rosalind noted, "he is normally here on Sundays."

Funny that.

//Yes, well, Jonothon moves in mysterious ways,// he decided. It explained so much, really. //It's all to do with... elevation, and vertigo. That sort of thing.//

Pardon him for just one moment, Rosalind. He was vanishing briefly in order to put this book onto the shelf where it belonged.

Elevation and vertigo?

She waited, amused despite herself. "Do you mean to tell me," Rosalind said, "that he can fly?"

//Only if he buys a plane ticket,// Jono replied, breaking the groove, sadly. //The day you see otherwise will be the day the unforgettable fire has gone out of control.//

Ah, there was the groove, right back again.

He was only slightly short of a grin as he peered back out again. Grinning was easier, alas, with a mouth.

"You're insane," she told him, almost lightly. "And I wonder at why."

//I'm in a better mood than usual today,// came the reply, and now Jono was actually stepping out from the stacks, shoving his hands into his pockets and relenting. As awesome as being Bono would be, he wasn't Irish enough. And 'Bonothon' would be a very silly name. //Honestly, I think I'm just enjoying it before the other shoe drops. It always does, doesn't it?//

See, this was more like Jonothon. Paranoid.

It was paranoid and yet sounded utterly reasonable to her. She might've been more inclined to see things positively than most Turks (or all of them, really) but she was still--a Turk.

"It does," she agreed. "I assume Bono has packed and gone back to his cage?"

Mock the silly man, Rosalind. Mock him.

//Or else he's back on tour with th'rest of his band,// Jono agreed, shrugging lightly. //That's a better place for him, really. U2 would be lost without him.//

"U2?" Rosalind arched her eyebrows. "And you couldn't even be original?"

Tsk tsk.

//Well, I have to admit, I did run through the options I had available to me at th'time, but I didn't exactly want to call myself 'Mono,' considering my horrible luck with snogging as it is, and anything else that rhymed was just a bunch of gibberish.//

So there. He could be completely unoriginal however he saw fit.

//U2 is a band, luv.//

She just gave him a look like he was speaking gibberish to her.

(He was.)

"Why am I not surprised?" A bit put out that she couldn't have guessed--but it wasn't like Gaia had Earth music. "Any particular reason you're in a good mood?"

//My girlfriend stopped being a cat, I'm not trapped in some nightmare world where small children spontaneously light on fire, classes are finished for at least a week and that means I have more spare time to look after th'shop instead of juggling my schedule around school. I could keep fishing for reasons, I suppose. I suppose all of it can just boil down to, I've felt like absolute shite for well over a month now, sod it, I'm going to have at least one good day.//

So there, life. Take that.

"And so you spend it actually working," she said, and Shiva help her she was actually smiling slightly. "Are you trying to end the world?"

//I'm making up for lost time,// Jono decided with a shrug. //I've missed too much work already because of this bloody summer, you know.//

Being trapped in a living hell was apparently not excuse enough for a slacker to keep slacking. Go figure, this was the way Jono's brain worked.

"I'll refrain from reminding you of the times I've come in and you've been slacking off."

Except she just did.

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