Library, [01/23]

[furnaceface]

Today was a 'busy work' sort of day in the library. Jonothon had even showed up for his shift early, like he'd threatened to do earlier in the week, armed with incentive and not much else.

There were things that were eating at him. So he had to throw himself bodily into whatever task he might notice today, because if he was thinking about alphabetizing the misplaced books throughout the entire sci-fi section, or about straightening all of the dog-eared pages that he stumbled over, or poking through the system to figure out who needed to get notices for late books, then he wasn't thinking about anything else.

That worked nicely in his favour.

Off to the side, he had a few books waiting, at least. He'd taken a few moments today to dig out a few favourites, as per Rosalind's request. Something else to drown his thoughts under, he was certain. But he wasn't complaining.

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[furnaceface]

Just in case Jono happens to be wandering around too much for you to actually be able to catch up with him.

Talk to Jono

[furnaceface]

Who will, at least, take a few moments here or there to poke at things at the desk, so with patience, you should be able to track him down, at least.

Re: Talk to Jono

[give-areason.livejournal.com]

Jono was wandering around, unlike a few weeks ago where she'd tracked him down amongst the demon related books, this week, Rosalind gauged her timing carefully and settled herself down behind the desk.

He'd come back eventually and, in the meantime, it meant that she could study the library from a slightly new perspective.

And she waited, patiently.

Re: Talk to Jono

[furnaceface]

Jono was so absorbed in what he was doing, he barely realized that there was somebody in his seat when he finally did return to the desk, with an armload of books that had been left here and there which needed sorting.

...

//Am I supposed to ask you for recommendations, today? Seems a touch backwards, luv.//

He dropped the books onto the counter with a loud whump.

Re: Talk to Jono

[give-areason.livejournal.com]

"A touch," she allowed, with a glance up at him that held a smile in her eyes. "I decided that as you'd have to come back here at some point, this was the best location to wait for you."

Re: Talk to Jono

[furnaceface]

//Better than standing around, I suppose. Or sitting on th'desk.// Jono did not much care for people who sat on the desk. Counter-sitting was his job. Especially when there were chairs located conveniently nearby. That was just how he rolled. //Still interested in those books you'd asked for? They're not... particularly happy, any of them.//

Which was what made them Vonnegut.

Re: Talk to Jono

[give-areason.livejournal.com]

Please. Rosalind was far too classy to ever sit on a desk.

Leaning against it, however, she did fairly frequently.

"I can handle unhappiness," she said, with a faint smile.

Re: Talk to Jono

[furnaceface]

//And how's the end of th'world?// Jono turned a kind of skeptical look toward his book pile. The one where every molecule of water on the planet froze into a sort of rearranged form of ice was not exactly a happy book. Nor was the one about the man who was unstuck in time, living through the best and worst moments of his life while trying to write a book about the war. Jonothon didn't tend to turn toward fluffy books about fairy princesses, when he could help it.

The writing was simple and complex and they made people think, and so they were the first things that Jonothon often reached for, when he wanted to read something familiar to him. And unlike that one about the timequake, they had actual plotlines that could be followed. That gave them bonus marks in his eyes, too.

... Though he might pull out that one later, for himself.

All persons, living and dead, are purely coincidental.

Re: Talk to Jono

[give-areason.livejournal.com]

"I think I can handle it," she said, a touch more dryly.

If only because she knew of her own death and that things after had not gone well.

Re: Talk to Jono

[furnaceface]

//Ice-Nine, then,// Jono said, holding up the book in question. //And Schlachthof Fünf.//

He set them both down on the desk in front of her, nudging them her way. Not daring to just pass them too her. Too close. That would still be too close to touch.

//If th'first isn't to yer liking, I won't be heartbroken or anything. But they're both worth taking a look at, if you ask me.//

Re: Talk to Jono

[angelo_wings]

Rinoa had several reasons to be here, today. For one, libraries were soothing, and she was out of sorts. For another, she hadn't seen Jono since ... the memorial, and she was worried about him. So she decided to pop in and see how he was handling everything.

He may not be here, today, but that would tell her something about how he was doing, too.

She lingered near the desk, wondering if she should go and get lost in the stacks or wait here to see if anyone showed.

Re: Talk to Jono

[furnaceface]

She didn't need to linger for long, really, before Jonothon made his way back toward the desk, looking perhaps a touch distracted with a few stray books in hand. It actually took him a few moments to realize that she was there at all.

Which was okay, right?

//Rinoa,// he greeted, when he finally did glance up. //Sorry, luv. I... didn't see you there.// And then, mostly because it was his job, today, //can I help you with anything?//

Re: Talk to Jono

[angelo_wings]

"That's not why I'm here," she said, gently. "If I needed books, I could find them myself."

He looked ... tired. Hollow. She fought her natural impulse to hug him.

"I wasn't sure you'd be here."

Re: Talk to Jono

[furnaceface]

He felt hollow. More than the usual feeling that came out of actually, literally being that way. He wasn't entirely certain what it was that he'd thought he was going to accomplish here in the first place.

//I wasn't sure either,// he admitted, after a moment. //But... I thought I might save Mr. DeTamble th'walk into town to make certain I'm still alive tomorrow and actually show up today.//

Well, no. He was here because distracting himself from all of the worst of it was the easy way out, in the end. But this made him almost sound like he'd been thinking straight at some point, right?

Re: Talk to Jono

[angelo_wings]

Rinoa had to raise an eyebrow, at that.

"You're not an inconvenience," she said. "He was worried about you."

Left unsaid: that he wasn't the only one.

Re: Talk to Jono

[furnaceface]

//He didn't even know what th'matter was, and he still stopped in to check on me,// Jono noted, looking down at the top of the desk.

It was... weird. Not in a bad way. It was nice to know that people cared enough to make certain that he was still alive, at least. But... that was what was weird about it, too.

That people cared.

//There's really... nothing to worry about.//

Yep. Right.

Re: Talk to Jono

[angelo_wings]

Rinoa sighed, putting her hands on her hips. "You're not really going to do that, are you?" she asked. "Pretend you don't know why anyone's worried, tell everyone not to bother, you're fine, and hey, it doesn't matter if you aren't. Seriously?"

Jono was going to have concerned friends whether he liked it or not. So there.

Re: Talk to Jono

[furnaceface]

Jono's gaze flicked up from the desk, then, and levelled on Rinoa with a sort of cool intensity as his eyes flicked from chestnut brown to a faintly glowing white.

//And why are you worried?//

He wasn't going to deny that he was acting that way, no. But if people were going to care, then he reserved the right to make them tell him what they thought the matter was in the first place.

Talk to the Librarian

[furnaceface]

When he pings in!

OOC

[furnaceface]

I'm not sure where yesterday went, but it doesn't feel like the weekend should be half-finished already.

... Not like I have any reason to complain, granted. I mean, my equivalent of going back to work involves heading to school for three hours to make pretty pictures in the thiiiiird dimensiooooon. Or, as I have been putting it more often lately, wrestling with the stupid polygons in the stupid space toaster in the stupid space kitchen that I've been modelling. :| I need to beat my space refrigerator into submission with the split polygons tool and a buttload of extruding and bevelling and I'm certain you all care.

Re: OOC

[trigons_child]

I can tell you where yesterday went. It went in a flurry of future children who may or may not be able to teleport and give their parents heart attacks, making God hug puppies, Jono's abs, Auntie Emma's "private" times, slashing Warren (but not in happy fun ways), handcuffs, wolfpacks, irrationally hating on Paige, reasons to punch Warren, Raven the dominatrix queen, future abuses of Jono's sonic powers, the validity or lack thereof of "Star" as a name, kneeling before Zod, turning Australian at 1 AM, and, of course, HE RISES. HE RISES!

...I just love out of context theater.

Re: OOC

[furnaceface]

... THERE IS NOTHING IRRATIONAL ABOUT HATING ON PAIGE.

Re: OOC

[trigons_child]

YES BUT WILL JONO BE THAT UNDERSTANDING WHEN RAVEN AND KARLA START PLOTTING EVIL THINGS TO DO TO HER?

Re: OOC

[furnaceface]

WELL...

HOW EVIL? AND WILL HE GET TO WATCH?

Re: OOC

[trigons_child]

It's terribly tempting to toss her into a wood chipper with a "HUSK THIS, BITCH."