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.]

Comments

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.//