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Library [10/03]

Jono was in the library. And, fortunately for Jono, the library had decided that it was going to behave itself today while he was in. Because Heaven only knew that he would have had a Hell of a time trying to explain something like tap-dancing periodicals to the visiting normals with only the benefit of some very creative charades, and a Speak'n'Spell.

... Look, if the squirrels were going to shove the blasted thing at him, he was going to make use of it.

The hippopotamus goes, "Hruuugh!"

As ridiculous as it was.

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Which might be a good idea, if you don't want to have the alphabet being recited at you, courtesy of a computerized children's learning aid... thing.

Who will be resorting to playing mute around the guests, for the most part, at least until he knows that they aren't going to freak out and start screaming, or sommat.

Should he choose to be here today, rather than entertaining his visitor/visitors.

I wrote this on three hours of sleep!

I am not allowed to go to bed and nap, or else I will not get to sleep tonight and then going to school tomorrow is going to be scary scary scary.

... More than the first day of school usually is when you are ten years older than everyone else in your class and have not been a full-time student since 2003. OMG I AM FRIGHTENED HOLD ME.

HOLDS ON TO YOU

LIKE A SOMETHING BROKEN

YOU KNOW I NEVER COULD TELL WITH THAT LINE IF THE SOMEONE BROKEN WAS SUPPOSED TO BE ME OR ROB THOMAS.

Food for thought!

SCHOOL. YAY. YOU WILL ROCK IT.

*clings*

*clings back omg*

THAT IS THE HOPE.

Angelo, for his part, was occasionally stealing the Speak N Spell and typing out horrible horror phrases.

"Man, this thing is creepy."

//A touch, yes. Perhaps with any luck, I've managed to give everybody on the island nightmares.//

That would sure show them. Oh yes.

Oh, Rosalind was still peeved at him. Oh my yes.

But the urge to mock him for his toy was far too strong to resist.

"Feeling your inner child today?" she mocked, an eyebrow going up that was not, exactly, filled with the same tolerant amusement that her eyebrows normally held around him.

I... I GIVE YOU HOLDING HANDS ICON. AS FOUR CHARACTERS IN AND I DO NOT HAVE A SINGLE HUG ICON AMONGST THEM ALL.

THERE IS SOMETHING WRONG WITH THAT.

BUT OMIGOD YOU WILL BE AWESOME AND I WAVE POMPOMS FOR YOU. GO GO GO! \o/

Henry, as it happened, was splitting the day -- he'd be in the office, but he was planning to either leave early to find Clare, or have her join him soon.

For the moment, though, he was more than available to anyone else's guests.

YOU KNOW, I TOTALLY DON'T HAVE A SINGLE HOLDING HANDS ICON?

BUT ZACK HAS THREE HUG ICONS ALONE.

Jono was lucky she was deigning to stick around the library, even if she was not particularly in the mood to talk to him again.

Let him stew on that.

For her part, she was going to sit and read.

... Yes, another faery book. They were addictive.

Jono just looked up at her, eyebrows slightly raised. And then he picked up his toy and hit a few buttons.

"The hen goes--"

... Wrong buttons. Ah well, he'd made the attempt.

//I'll have you know, I'm a mute burn victim, and this is my voice, today. Being as ignorant in th'ways of American sign language as I am, and all. And even if I did know it, most people here wouldn't.//

Rosalind looked unimpressed.

"I'm sure."

Really, Angeal should have known that it was only a matter of time before Genesis would have him standing around and waiting for him in the library while the man in red leather eagerly perused everything on the shelves. It was, he supposed, part of Genesis' charm.

Of course, it left him with more than a little time on his hands, and, as much as he enjoyed picking up a book and reading from time to time himself, if he was to be leaving the island today, it wouldn't do for him to begin to read something that they didn't publish in Midgar, and that he wouldn't be able to finish in a day. And so he wandered through the library instead, to pass the time.

Which was how he noticed the Turk. And frowned. Hadn't Genesis said that the one on his case was a male?

"Exactly how many of you are there, on this island?"

For a SOLDIER approaching a Turk, the tone was downright friendly, really.

Jono regarded her coolly for a moment, and then just shook his head and tossed the stupid toy back onto the desk where it had been sitting.

"Cluck! Cluck!"

Yeah.

//Did you honestly come by just to rub my nose in it today, Rosalind?//

Seeing a dead man was not supposed to send her into cardiac arrest, no.

No?

Rosalind was very very glad for the fact that, of her and her sister, she was the composed one. The cool and collected one. The one who was going to just go a bit pale even as one eyebrow shot up.

"I'm sure I don't know what you mean," she replied. Aloof. Professional. "Surely the presence of Turks is nothing new to you."

... Wishing her book wasn't hideously purple and sparkly.

"Was there another reason I should come by?" she asked, glancing at him.

This week, it should be noted, had not exactly supplied her with many reasons.

Other than he was her friend.

Details.

Really, hideously purple and sparkly was more or less what most members of SOLDIER expected to see, from members of the Turks.

"Not in Midgar, perhaps," Angeal allowed, in a voice that carried a weight behind it that would make the Buster Sword seem light. "But on an island where a SOLDIER operative has been planted for reconnaissance purposes, I wouldn't think that the company would see fit to throw a couple of Turks into the mix as well."

Yes, Lazard was definitely going to be hearing about this.

Rosalind was... relatively certain that the SOLDIER--Angeal Hewley, her mind supplied--was not going to attack her in the library. That fact and the fact that she was a Turk and showing no weakness was a rather Thing.

Rosalind's eyebrow arch got just a little higher. "Like yourself, many of us are here for the weekend."

Not her though.

//Honestly, I'm still wondering what it is yer rubbing my nose in it for,// Jono replied, furrowing his eyebrows in. //If this was still about a simple misunderstanding in th'classroom, one that we've since sorted out, I'd daresay that you might even be acting petty. But since we both know that yer above that...//

He reached and poked at the Speak'n'Spell again.

"I'm at a loss."

"Which conveniently avoids the subject of the ones who were here before the weekend," Angeal noted, coolly, though there was a promise of fire and brimstone lurking just underneath.

He wouldn't attack a Turk. Of course not. She was simply here doing her job, after all. But he was a SOLDIER, one of very few who was considered elite even among the elite, and with that rank came a certain expectation that he would see respect, as well.

"How long has the company had Turk operatives on the island?"

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