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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Re: Talk to Jono!

[faithandscience.livejournal.com]

"I do apologise," William said, a bit sheepishly. "This is all a bit new- how are you- please don't tell me you believe you're from another planet as well?" Focus, Will. Focus.

Re: Talk to Jono!

[furnaceface]

//Earth,// Jono replied, his voice as clipped and his sentences as brief as he could manage them, at this point. //Just a different version of it.//

You know. The sort of Earth were cranky British boys snarked directly into your brain. It was more convenient that way.

//What sort of journals were you looking for, then?//

Re: Talk to Jono!

[faithandscience.livejournal.com]

"Sc- scientific," William stuttered a bit. "Medical. I need- I'd like to catch up on what I've missed."

Re: Talk to Jono!

[furnaceface]

In his own defense, Jono was far less imposing when he had a mind not to be cranky at people.

Today, he did not have such a mind, no.

//Medical journals?// He narrowed his eyes a bit, looking hard at the boy before finally making a gesture that was borderline rude, if you squinted, down one of the aisles. //Should be that way.//

Unless they weren't. That was entirely a possibility, too.

//How much have you missed?//

Re: Talk to Jono!

[faithandscience.livejournal.com]

"A hundred thirty two years," William said, with a bit of a sigh. "The night before last, it was 1878."

Re: Talk to Jono!

[furnaceface]

Jono squinted at William for a moment before, finally, he relented. Even in his own reality, mutants had been more or less unheard of, back then. Fine. He'd behave. Mostly.

//You find yerself a century and a quarter in th'future and th'first thing you want to do is read up on a hundred and thirty-two years of medical advancements. That's dedication.//

Re: Talk to Jono!

[faithandscience.livejournal.com]

"I was raised by Jesuits," William offered by way of explanation. "I would be remiss if I did not make the attempt."

Re: Talk to Jono!

[furnaceface]

It was explanation enough, Jonothon supposed.

//You've found yerself in a time where smallpox has been eradicated, and th'common cold still gives people a hell of a time,// he offered, finally. //You'll probably find a fair bit of interesting changes since yer time.//

And then, a moment later, he gave a slightly more polite gesture down the next aisle over from the one he'd indicated before.

//Very end of that one, to yer left. You might need a step-ladder.//

Re: Talk to Jono!

[faithandscience.livejournal.com]

"Thank you," William managed, still unnerved and yet terribly curious about the telepathy. But perhaps he would inquire about that another time. "I suppose I ought to- my name's William Murdoch, by the way." He'd sort of forgotten introductions in the midst of look at all the books.

Re: Talk to Jono!

[furnaceface]

Jono lifted an eyebrow at that. This one seemed to want to run on all tracks at once. Which pinged interestingly off of his own current state of 'please leave so I can hide behind the desk some more.' Which probably wouldn't work out terribly well for him regardless. If he hid, he was half-terrified that the insane teacher from before would come back to ask him to predict the winning lottery numbers, or some such rubbish.

//Jonothon,// he replied, nevertheless. //Starsmore. Only fifteen years displaced, myself. But more or less used to seeing people out of their own element.//