Jono Starsmore (
furnaceface) wrote in
fandomhigh2010-08-29 09:28 am
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Library [08/29]
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.]
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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Because Sherlock was the worst teacher ever.
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Fortunately, Jono wasn't cold to the touch. Possibly unfortunate for Jonothon was the fact that he was pretty definitely what most people would consider to be feverish. Which was generally a common side-effect of being on fire, yes.
//I've read about you. Or somebody with yer name,// Jono replied, because it was entirely possible that this guy's parents just had a sense of humour about them. Or else maybe Sherlock here was delusional. Yes. Delusional would be reassuring. Except for the touching parts.
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//Watson, Moriarty... Yer in a bloody library, we've got th'book.//
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JONO, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?
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... Or, well, the third, after Holmes and Watson, but...
//Biography, written by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle,// and now Jono was waving his arm about in that general direction, yes. //Go, go, go.//
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So, so lucky.
Becuase Sherlock was already rushing off to find it.
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His shift wasn't over yet. But at least this meant that there was a desk between himself and the crazy man.