Library [09/19]

[furnaceface]

Today, Jonothon could already tell, was going to be one of those days in the library.

Not really a bad one, no. Just a weird one. And not in really big, terrible ways, either. Just in subtle, strange ones. Or, rather, one subtle, strange one in particular.

//I put you away. I've put you away twelve times. And I know we bloody well don't have that many copies of you.//

The book sat there, innocently. Watching. Waiting.

Jonothon shook his head and walked away. Ten minutes later, when he looked again, the book wasn't there. No, it was perched happily in his seat, instead.

//I hate you.//

The library is, of course, open.

Comments

Talk to Jono!

[furnaceface]

Who is wondering if perhaps duct-taping the book to the shelf will get it to stay put.

... He doubts it.

Re: Talk to Jono!

[justhisblogger.livejournal.com]

John had debated coming here. He really had.

But, he supposed, it was part of his responsibilities to make up for any damage Sherlock caused, and so, at a decent hour of the morning, he was there.

Looking just a little bit lost. "Excuse me?"

Re: Talk to Jono!

[furnaceface]

Hey, a person. Another new face, at that. Though Jono couldn't help but note that the voice, at least, sounded vaguely familiar. He glanced up from where he was standing, tabling the firm scolding that be was about to give to the book that was still following him about.

//...Yes? Need help with something?//

Re: Talk to Jono!

[justhisblogger.livejournal.com]

John may have startled at that, if it wasn't for his pride in the state of his upper lip, and the fact that he was forewarned. As it was, he thought to himself, at least talking-in-his-head was in no way more insane than flying piranhas.

"Jonothon, I presume?" he said instead, smiling... incrimentally at the boy.

Re: Talk to Jono!

[furnaceface]

It was going to drive him insane until he could place the voice. It really was.

Jono gave John a wary, sideways sort of look, and then he nodded a bit.

//That would be me, yes.//

His reputation, apparently, preceded him. He wasn't certain what to make of that fact, really.

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[justhisblogger.livejournal.com]

"I'm John Watson," he offered, just in case Jono was about to take him for some kind of library-loitering lunatic. (That was Sherlock, not John, thank you.) John's offer also came with an extended hand. "We've spoken over the phone?"

Re: Talk to Jono!

[furnaceface]

//In a manner of speaking, I suppose,// Jono agreed, looking at John's hand thoughtfully for a moment before shrugging and accepting the handshake.

He'd tapped the receiver, John had spoken. Close enough.

//Is there anything I can do for you?//

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[justhisblogger.livejournal.com]

"I... just felt I should come by and apologise in person, as it were," John said, which was very easy shorthand for Where you can actually talk back to me because last time was a little odd, "And make sure Sherlock wasn't coming at you with questions again."

Re: Talk to Jono!

[furnaceface]

A slight narrowing of his eyes probably managed to display well enough just what it was that Jono thought of Sherlock's coming at him with questions.

//Mm. Questions like 'what am I thinking right now,' and 'did the telepathy come before or after you lost yer jaw?'// Totally not a sore point, that. Not at all. //Look, mate, I appreciate yer comin' here to apologize, but it doesn't really... undo any of that.//

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[shes-got-legs.livejournal.com]

Ariel knew she didn't have much time; she was on her way to her detention for stea--borrowing that carburetor with William, but she was in such a wonderful mood that she'd gone around all morning, humming and singing and dancing and somehow procuring a lot of pretty flowers. And she was passing by the library, so why not? Jono totally deserved a flower.

"Good morning, Jono!" She all but sang as she slipped in and found him, and then went to slide the flower behind his ear and give him a kiss on the sort-of cheek. "I hope you have a wonderful day! I'm off to detention now, bye!"

And, with that done, she turned around, singing and humming on her way out.

Re: Talk to Jono!

[furnaceface]

... Well, that was terribly unexpected, right there.

Once he was finished with the initial bout of oh God lips too close to my face panic, Jono stared after Ariel as she flitted off once again, raising a hand and pulling the flower out from behind his ear to inspect it.

... What the hell had brought that on?

Re: Talk to Jono!

[trigons_child]

Raven was doing a check on her friends to make sure none of them were suffering from zombie piranha bites, and Jono was at the top of the list. "Good morning, Jono," she said. "How are you?"

Re: Talk to Jono!

[furnaceface]

//Haven't been given any reason to complain just yet,// Jono decided, giving Giraffes? Giraffes! a bit of a warning glance. He wouldn't hesitate to stick it in a drawer and lock it there, at this rate. //But th'day isn't over, either. How're you, luv?//

Re: Talk to Jono!

[trigons_child]

"You were not injured at all by the piranha?" Raven said, doing a quick empathic check. "I found them most distressing, and Karla wishes to forbid me to absorb any such things into my Soul-Self anymore."

Re: Talk to Jono!

[furnaceface]

//I took it easy that day,// Jono admitted, shrugging a little. //Stayed indoors. There are too many new people about for me to risk distracting anyone while there are undead fish with ridiculously sharp teeth flying about.//

The things that this place made him say...

... Weren't much different from the things that the place he had come from sometimes made him say, too, granted.

//You... absorbed them?//

He was trying to picture that. It was hurting his head a little.

Re: Talk to Jono!

[trigons_child]

"With my Soul-Self," Raven explained. "I was attacked as I was out walking, so I took them into the netherverse to protect myself." She frowned at the thought of what had happened. "They must have turned upon one another inside me, for they became zombie creatures, and the unlife inside me made me feel ill until I expelled them."

Re: Talk to Jono!

[furnaceface]

//The unlife inside you,// Jono echoed, squinting one eye a little as he tried to picture that. It was quickly becoming apparent that not thinking about it was probably the best way to go about this. //Yes, I can... almost imagine how that might get a little uncomfortable.//

And also pretty disgusting.

Re: Talk to Jono!

[trigons_child]

"If nothing else it is lesson that should not attempt to take something inside me for very long," Raven said. She'd been plenty disgusted herself when the zombie fish came flying out of her. Unclean didn't begin to describe how she'd felt. "The netherverse is vast, but my soul is connected to it."

Re: Talk to Jono!

[ashockingbitch]

It had been ages since Jenny had set foot in a library, never mind on the weekend, but for Jono, she could make an exception. "Mr. Starsmore," she said. "How's the fascinating world of the library this fine morning?"

Re: Talk to Jono!

[furnaceface]

//I'm being followed about by a book on long-necked, even-toed ungulates,// Jono reported. Because somehow, that seemed less insane than going, 'so, there's this book about giraffes.' //So... not much different from th'norm, I suppose. And how're you, luv?//

Re: Talk to Jono!

[ashockingbitch]

"The student body of this school has no good sense," she sighed. "But I'll survive."

Re: Talk to Jono!

[furnaceface]

Well, for what it was worth, Jono had voted for her.

British solidarity.

//Really, there are worse fates than avoiding politics,// Jono offered. //For all that helps, I'm certain. Bunch of red tape, mostly.//

Re: Talk to Jono!

[ashockingbitch]

"I had such plans," she sighed. "I was thinking for homecoming we could have the theme be 'squirrels.' Or possibly 'giraffes.'"

...what?

Re: Talk to Jono!

[furnaceface]

Congratulations, Jenny. You were now the object of affection for a slightly amorous book filled with absolute rubbish. About conveyor belts. Don't be surprised if it follows you home.

//Well, th'first is definitely thematic. Anybody coming back to the island for the dance would certainly think so. I can't imagine you'd be doing poorly at all in the eyes of th'shorter, more hairy radio staff, at that.//

Re: Talk to Jono!

[ashockingbitch]

Why was there a book leaning against her leg and where had it come from?

"Yes, but." She sighed deeply. "It was not to be." And then, because she was constitutionally incapable of being emo for more than two minutes at a stretch, she asked, "How's life?" and tried to nudge the book away with her foot. Key word here being 'tried' as it was suddenly back.