Library [08/29]

[furnaceface]

Jonothon had been in desperate need of the familiar today, and waking up this morning to realize that the person who was sleeping in Jak's bed was most definitely not Jak had been jolt enough to spur him into actually getting to his feet of his own accord, pulling on his cleanest dirty clothing, and making his way down to the library today for his shift.

That he was now moving through the stacks like a man possessed, looking over the course calendar for the semester and setting out displays of books that he thought other students might find topical to each and every class... That was something else. Now that he'd immersed himself in the familiar, he was hell-bent on not letting himself think too hard about why he'd needed it so badly.

The library was open, and was possibly almost too ready to face students new and old.

[The library, it is open.]

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[furnaceface]

In case you don't want to interrupt the highly distracted mutant as he stalks back and forth with armloads of books.

Talk to Jono!

[furnaceface]

Who will do his best to help you, but isn't promising anything remotely resembling total coherency today. Or manners. Or even words, necessarily.

Re: Talk to Jono!

[thinkbetterofme.livejournal.com]

At cockcrow, Faramir had been up and about. He'd gone past the stables first, making certain that Baru was well taken care of. He'd walked around the school grounds for a while, taking in everything that there was to see.

When it seemed that finally, the place was starting to stir, he'd headed for the school. Finding the library had not been easy and he must have passed it several times before someone took pity on him and sent him in the right direction.

This was surely the place he had been looking for, there was no doubt in Faramir's mind and he stopped a little inside the door the stare around. The sight thrilled him, even as the books around him were all in the same script. Still, there were many books and there had to be something to help him.

Re: Talk to Jono!

[furnaceface]

Jono might have bustled by poor Faramir about three times before actually realizing that he wasn't alone in the library at the moment. Might have, only Faramir was standing in the most direct route that he had to the display on books about underwater shipwrecks that he was setting up, and now he had to stop and look at what it was that was going to make him detour.

... Ah, yes. A person.

Please, Faramir, do pardon the bandaged boy who was now standing there staring, with one eyebrow raised questioningly. It was about as close to 'how can I help you' that he could manage without just outright saying it.

Re: Talk to Jono!

[thinkbetterofme.livejournal.com]

It took an instant before Faramir realised someone was watching him... or thought he was standing in the way. He'd been too caught up in taking in the rows and rows of books, all of which he'd not be able to read.

"My apologies," he said quickly, wondering if perhaps he'd broken some sort of rule. He drew to his full height before giving Jono a small bow. "I am Faramir, son of Denethor. I arrived to the island yesterday and was told that I might find aide here. If you would be so kind as to tell me to whom I could turn with my questions, it would be much appreciated."

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[swordsandsoccer.livejournal.com]

It wasn't until later in the afternoon, after his still to be played out trip into the city with Jason, that Dolf found himself wandering the halls of the school buildings themselves. He had new clothes on now, fresh clothes, and they didn't move as well as his old, battered, lived-in ones. He spent a lot of time tugging on his shirt, trying to get it to sit right, though right never really happened.

He knew that if he wanted to get anywhere here, he'd have to brush up on his English. This wouldn't have been nearly as hard six months ago, with American TV still fresh in his mind - now, he was having such trouble even keeping his mind in the right frame to recognise anything as English at all.

So the library, it was. He needed a dictionary, or ideally a phrasebook, anything that would help. There were a lot of books, though, and so Dolf froze a little upon entry, eyes running from one bookcase to another. Where to start?

Re: Talk to Jono!

[furnaceface]

People stepping into the library and freezing was going to be a trend today, Jono noted as he came out from the military section, set down a load of books on the desk, and then turned back to look at Dolf.

This one looked about as baffled as Farmir had, but in subtly different ways. Slightly more deer-in-the-headlights ones.

//Lost?//

Re: Talk to Jono!

[swordsandsoccer.livejournal.com]

Dolf startled at the noise, but only for a second; strangely enough, it was the medieval part of his mind - the one that had blossomed tentatively into being over the past few months - that kept him from startling too severely. The voice of God, the children would have said, in awe, and the rational end of Dolf's brain immediately interjected: no, of course not, it's just some trick.

They met in the middle.

Dolf took a deep breath. "Yes," he said. "Lost."

Re: Talk to Jono!

[3patchproblem.livejournal.com]

Seeing as how the library was the most popular place to be... wait, no. Because Sherlock needed to find out more about the island, he was going to be spending far too much time in here.

God help the librarians.

He stopped at the desk, just looking over the neat rows of books for a moment.

Re: Talk to Jono!

[furnaceface]

Today would possibly go down in history as the day Jonothon's shift got actual visitors that were in the library to do things that libraries were intended for. He'd mark it on the calendar, perhaps.

He was on his way back from straightening up a display on fine art and theatre when he noticed the individual standing there.

//Can I help you?//

Re: Talk to Jono!

[3patchproblem.livejournal.com]

Sherlock blinked the once, looking over at him as if to catalog every little detail. Which, you know, was the case.

"You're not talking." Sherlock, please contain that glee. It was unnerving to anyone who actually knew you.

Re: Talk to Jono!

[faithandscience.livejournal.com]

Okay, so after so much evidence supporting the claim, William had come to accept that time travel was indeed real, and that he was in 2010. And to be honest, even if he hadn't traveled in time, the first place he would have checked out after his room would have been the school's library.

"Excuse me," he asked Jono, "but could you perhaps point to wear the journals are kept?"

Re: Talk to Jono!

[furnaceface]

Please, don't mind how frazzled the bandaged boy behind the counter looked. After meeting Sherlock, it was about all he could do to prop himself up behind the counter and talk himself out of running for the hills.

//Journals?// We apologize. The number you have dialled is currently experiencing connection issues... //Newspapers?//

Please hang up and try again.

Re: Talk to Jono!

[faithandscience.livejournal.com]

"No, no, although those would certainly be- gah!" Yes, he'd been so focused on booksbookssomanybooks that it had taken him a moment or two to notice that someone was using telepathy. Again.

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[3patchproblem.livejournal.com]

Because social mores were for other people, Sherlock had no problem drafting child labour when the occasion called for it.

"You," he said, pointing at William. "Carry these books."

You know, that large pile he'd amassed near the end of a row.

Re: Talk to Jono!

[faithandscience.livejournal.com]

"Me?" William gaped at the man who'd just pointed at him, and not... nope, not anyone beside him or behind him.

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[one-who-goes.livejournal.com]

"... do you want to go home or go work in the storage area or something?" Henry offered on a pass by the front of the library. "You look a little. Uh. slammed."

Jono always looked slammed, but this was worse than usual.

Re: Talk to Jono!

[furnaceface]

//Please?//

He didn't care which. He was desperate for air, right about now, breathing or none.

... And maybe half hiding behind his desk, at this point. There was a small stack of books about Canada still sitting on the floor where he'd knocked his head on the table, and for all he cared, they could stay there.

Re: Talk to Jono!

[one-who-goes.livejournal.com]

Henry glanced him over.

"Go home, Jono," he decided. "I'll finish the Canada display. Who got you like this?"

Re: Talk to Jono!

[glacial_queen]

Karla ducked her head into the library, much less interested in the books than the aide who was working there today.

As soon as she spotted him, Karla made her way over to Jono. She didn't say anything at all, just held a bottle of Newcastle in her hands.

Re: Talk to Jono!

[furnaceface]

Karla had excellent timing, really. Jono was on his way around his desk and toward the doors, himself. Mr. DeTamble had been kind enough to let him leave early.

He didn't even notice the bottle just yet. Only the face of a friend, and he was going to say to hell with his determined stalk toward the doors to pause, just for a moment, to pull her into a hug.

It had been A Day.

Re: Talk to Jono!

[glacial_queen]

See Karla. See Karla cling. Cling, Karla, cling!

"Oh, Jono," Karla whispered. She didn't say anything else, mostly because there was nothing more to say. Asking how he was doing? Stupid. She could guess. Saying she was sorry? Pointless. He knew. So she held him close instead. She'd get to the bottle in a minute.

Talk To The Librarian!

[furnaceface]

When he pings in!

Re: Talk To The Librarian!

[one-who-goes.livejournal.com]

Henry, impressed by Jonothon's industry, set to work polishing and fussing with the displays of books. His search for the absolute best volumes to add took him into the depths of storage.

When he came out, he considered offering Jono a hand with the massive number of visitors, but decided against it. He seemed to be doing well enough, and the displays wouldn't arrange themselves. He did, though, drop a note on Jono's desk telling him to send back anyone who needed extra assistance.

He was nice that way.

OOC!

[furnaceface]

I am sitting here with earplugs in while dad plays an ill-tuned radio and tries to talk to me about the goings-on of everybody that he has ever added to Facebook, ever.

Let's see how long it takes for him to catch on.