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Library, [11/17]

Okay, so Jono was a little late getting himself into the library today for his shift, what with having to travel back from Vail and all, but he showed up as soon as possible, considering.

So soon, in fact, that he still had his bag of laundry and his guitar with him, both of which were sitting behind the desk while he set to work, re-shelving books and silently, very silently, chuckling to himself.

Once again, it looked as though he'd gotten off easy today, didn't it?

[Open library is just that! Open!]

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The Dr. Seuss book could have been a giveaway as well.

"Yes," he nodded. "Then it is giving you a much deserved rest?"

Well, yes. But that would have been easy. ~~And would have required a less distracted mun at the time of that ping, gah!~~

//For now,// Jono replied, shrugging. //We'll see how long that lasts, I suppose.//

Jonothon Starsmore. Ever an optimist. Truly.

"If there is one thing that I learned today, it is to not assume about the island," he shook his head. "I had no idea it could affect us even from a distance."

//... Lord, we have to worry about this following us around.// This was the sound of Jono's amusement quickly fading. //That was not a realization that I wanted to see handed t'me today.//

"Ah, I apologise," Faramir said gently. "It occurred to me that it would be most uncomfortable to wake up in this form while on a campaign with the rangers. I would not know how to explain this."

//No, and back where I'm from, any strangeness like this would just be grounds for trouble.//

It was bad enough that he was on fire. Try explaining being on fire and suddenly female to a bunch of people who wanted him dead already.

"Then it would perhaps be easiest pretending that you are someone else," Faramir suggested. "Even if it would not explain why you turned up in such a place without their noticing."

//Mmm, I suppose so. Though there are a few certain parallels that I imagine would carry over,// Jono pointed out. //At least for me.//

He tapped the side of his head.

Faramir nodded in understanding. "What if you told them that you are related? Would that not take care of both matters?"

Would it? Jono squinted a little, thinking that over. And then shook his head a bit.

//Probably not. Which is fine enough, I suppose. I'd just have to hope that I could sneak away without anybody noticing. Or else lock my door and occupy myself in my room until it wore off again.//

Not having to come out for food? Surprisingly handy, in that case.

"I believe that is what I would attempt," Faramir said thoughtfully. "The rangers wear masks, so I could probably manage to get away. As long as I discover something is amiss before everyone wakes up."

//Mmm, yes. My sympathies if yer not an early riser, mate.//

Jono, for one, enjoyed sleeping in. Which would probably complicate matters some, yes.

"Compared to most people around here, I have noticed that I tend to be up before most," Faramir said. "It is rarely that I meet someone on my way down to the stables in the morning. The only problem is that all rangers tend to be."

//Part of th'job, is it? I'm a musician. There's something th'matter if I'm not up all hours of th'night and sleeping past noon.//

So he could get away with a lot, back in Massachusetts. More, since he wasn't exactly the most pleasant company to keep, whenever he could help it.

"It is, though we do have to patrol during the night as well. The orcs tend to move only when it is dark," Faramir explained. "I did not know it was required of musicians however."

//It's a lifestyle,// Jono replied, as though that explained anything at all. //I imagine it differs from place to place, at least a little. You can hardly live Rock and Roll in a world where there isn't any.//

"And now I am afraid that you will have to tell me what Rock and Roll is," Faramir laughed.

//Louder, faster music than what I'm certain yer used to,// Jono chuckled. //I've got my guitar with me today, but it's acoustic. I'd be better prepared to demonstrate on an electric, honestly.//

"I would not know what the difference is," Faramir however did look curious now. "Would you show me? I remember that you spoke of it before."

//Well, I wouldn't be able to sing,// Jono noted. //But I suppose I could give it a try. So long as there aren't many other people in here. I wouldn't want to disturb anybody's studying here in th'library.//

"Some people might even enjoy it," Faramir pointed it out.

//Maybe...// Oh, get Jono all thoughtful, now. Hm... //I suppose, if I play something that isn't too distracting. Elvis lends himself well to this sort of thing...//

Clearly, he was overthinking this as he pulled his guitar from the case.

"It can be relaxing and help with reading," Faramir reasoned. "At least if it has no one bellowing the words."

//Which I won't be,// Jono agreed. //I'm not much of a bellower, these days.//

Bellowing required lungs.

In any case, now that he'd managed to attain his guitar, he was going to attempt a bit of a tribute to The King. Suspicious Minds wasn't quite the same on the acoustic guitar, but it wasn't terrible, either.

Faramir found himself a seat as he listened attentively to Jonothon, watching curiously how his hands moved over the strings. It did not quite have the complexity of the classical music he'd heard from Bruce, but the tune was pleasant enough.

"You play well," he said once Jonothon finished the song. "I like this much better than the music I had heard on the radio."

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