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Jono Starsmore ([personal profile] furnaceface) wrote in [community profile] fandomhigh2010-09-26 09:39 am
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Library [09/26]

There was music in the library today. It wasn't the same, loud, pervasive music that Jonothon normally opted to, however. Today it was almost like a whisper of music. Like a hundred little voices all joining together in song.

... Or, more accurately, the rustling of the pages of every book on the subject of music in the entire library, all rising up in glorious, but quiet, harmony.

They'd just finished Sound of Silence, and were moving on with Scarborough Fair when Jono came in, levelled that aisle with a look, and then shook his head and set to work shelving things. Occasionally, things that were singing at him.

Ah, Fandom.

[Open! And listening to Simon and Garfunkel.]

Re: Talk to Jono!

[identity profile] showmetheproof.livejournal.com 2010-09-26 10:06 pm (UTC)(link)
"The djinnayah. She was in a carpet, apparently. Not a lamp or bottle like the legends mention. And since that's gone missing, well..." Scully made a face. "The person who made the wish is still around and very, very sorry."

Her shoulders slumped a little, and she let out a Scully-sized sigh. "Thanks. I've been resisting the idea that magic caused what happened for so long, but somehow, over the last five months, I've -- had to accept it." Her mouth turned down in glumness. "I should go by there anyway, I need to talk to Dru, maybe she'll know how to help." She studied Jono, biting her lip, wanting to ask how he did deal with... whatever happened to him. Without sharing her predicament, it would be beyond rude, though.

Re: Talk to Jono!

[identity profile] showmetheproof.livejournal.com 2010-09-26 11:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Scully would have sympathized entirely, while being aware that in some ways she was very fortunate... although that didn't take the sting of loss out of her own case, either. Hopefully, she'd regain what she lost. It would never be as severe as Jono's situation.

She was now giving the books an untrusting look of betrayal. First they sang, now they were going to mislead her? Unfair, books. When had she ever let you down?

"That's the last thing I'd want." She might end up five years old, or worse. "Okay. Thank you, Jono." She looked thoughtful. "I appreciate the help."