Library, [01/30]

[furnaceface]

Once again, Jonothon was back in the library, doing something that resembled work in the wake of trauma. But, really, when wasn't he traumatized, at least a little bit? The work would do him some good, anyhow. It meant that he would have less time to sit around and mope all over himself, telling himself how much of an idiot he was.

Because that was completely productive behaviour.

No, no, today he was stalking about again, eyebrows furrowed, eyes slightly narrowed, with the occasional curl of smoke making its way up from his wrappings. He was without a jacket entirely, today, because one of his jackets was in a horrible state of affairs, and the other had been a gift from somebody that he wasn't quite ready to face, just yet.

He was distracting himself by looking through the aisles for inspiration on some kind of display to set up, today. Something that had nothing to do with the upcoming holiday.

Maybe music. You could never go wrong with music.

Comments

Mod your library

[furnaceface]

Because sometimes, you have to stop and think that doing it yourself is probably way, way safer than poking the guy with smoke coming off of him.

Talk to Jono

[furnaceface]

No, he doesn't want to talk about it.

Also, he has a bridge to sell you...

Re: Talk to Jono

[give-areason.livejournal.com]

Rosalind was well-versed in the art of 'Tracking Down Jono' and when she found him, leaned against the nearest shelf.

"Busy?" she inquired.

That was hello, in a peculiar way.

Re: Talk to Jono

[furnaceface]

//Yes.//

No, not really. He had a couple of books in his arms. Biographies of everybody from Alanis to Zeppelin. A few books of sheet music. Some how-to books for various instruments.

//No.//

Yes, sort of. He was making his way past her to deposit the books on the desk, now. That was kind of like being busy.

//I don't know.//

There. That was more like it.

Re: Talk to Jono

[give-areason.livejournal.com]

She followed him--first with her gaze, then with her steps--back to the desk.

"You look like you're trying to stay busy."

Re: Talk to Jono

[furnaceface]

//I'm at work,// he noted, quietly, as he started pulling the books from the pile, staring at them for a moment, and then putting them into a new pile.

He wasn't actually looking at them.

//That's generally th'point, innit?//

Re: Talk to Jono

[give-areason.livejournal.com]

"That's a new tune for you," she mocked, but gently.

... As gently as Rosalind knew how. Shush.

Re: Talk to Jono

[furnaceface]

//Not that new. I've known that song for a while, but I'm shite at singing, these days.//

It was an apt metaphor, really.

//How's yer day going, luv?//

Re: Talk to Jono

[give-areason.livejournal.com]

"Well enough," she said, leaning against the desk. "Trained for a few hours," make that, like, six, "made a few phone calls, wrote a report."

Rosalind lifted her shoulders.

"Came to see you."

He was rather part of her schedule. She'd even marked it down in her day planner.

Re: Talk to Jono

[trigons_child]

Raven tried to stay away, she really did. She even made it most of the day, hiding in Karla's room, before the restless longing became too much, and she crept down to the library, where she knew Jono would most likely be. She'd said she'd stay away if he wanted her to, but he'd also said no. Still, it wasn't much help knowing what to do now.

She had stolen up to her own room to get clean clothing, at least, so she wasn't still wearing the white blood-stained cloak. It felt comfortable to be back in familiar clothing, and she felt a little more like herself now. A little more. But not enough.

She stayed near the door, just quietly watching. She just had one request to make if he would talk to her, and then she'd go.

Re: Talk to Jono

[furnaceface]

Jonothon knew that Raven was there before he'd so much as come around the corner to be able to actually spot her. His senses had been on high-alert lately, to say the least, and Raven's psionic signature was... unique. To say the least.

That said, it was possible that he had lingered in the music section perhaps a few moments after he'd realized that she was there before he actually came out to acknowledge her.

He had no idea what he was doing, right now. Besides the obvious, of course, which was 'standing back a bit more than necessary.'

//Afternoon, luv.//

That part, at least, was easy enough.

Re: Talk to Jono

[trigons_child]

"Hello, Jono," she said softly, trying to keep herself composed. She'd done enough crying last night.

"I am sorry to bother you," she said, staying by the door. Easier to flee that way, and he wanted her to keep her distance. "I merely wished to ask of you one thing, and then I will leave you be."

Re: Talk to Jono

[furnaceface]

//... Ask of me?//

Well, that certainly managed to pique his curiosity, at least.

//What did you come to ask?//

Re: Talk to Jono

[trigons_child]

"Everyone has told me I must give you space, and I will do that," Raven said. Much as she hated it. She wanted comfort more than anything, but she'd swallow that to help him.

"But I would like to ask for you to tell me when it will be all right," she went on. "To talk. Privately." She didn't want to broadcast her feelings to the squirrels and the entire school, not now. "Just tell me when. Please."

Re: Talk to Jono

[furnaceface]

//Just to... talk?//

Jonothon could talk. That was what happened when words were passed back and forth, usually with some sort of meaning to them, and...

//I... Any time, I suppose?// Of course, he was no good at this talking thing, generally. //Privately? Groovy Tunes has a back room. I still go in Mondays.//

Re: Talk to Jono

[trigons_child]

"Wherever you will feel comfortable," Raven said. "I do not wish to cause you any additional distress. Groovy Tunes would be fine. Tomorrow? Or...next week? I will wait however long you need."

She did feel a little heartened. At least he wasn't telling her never or he didn't know when.

Re: Talk to Jono

[3patchproblem.livejournal.com]

...yeah, he totally wanted to talk to Sherlock about everything. Really. Good shoulder to cry on there.

"I need the books you have on pornography," Sherlock announced, pointing at Jono as he glanced around. YES, FOR CLASS.

Re: Talk to Jono

[furnaceface]

Oh, Sherlock.

//I... You... Wot?// Give Jono a moment. There were just some words that should never come out of Sherlock's mouth in his presence, because then there came the mental images, and those were never good.

... Oh, God. He couldn't unsee it.

Re: Talk to Jono

[3patchproblem.livejournal.com]

Sherlock shot him a look like he believed Jono too unintelligent to possibly exist. So, it was the same look as usual.

"For my class."

Re: Talk to Jono

[furnaceface]

Oh, sure, Sherlock. Jono totally believed you.

//Right. Of course. Sex Ed.// He knew that. //I don't have access to anything explicitly pornographic. That's tucked away in Special Collections, and I'm not terribly in th'mood to be chased around by whatever's living in there, today. But we should have books on th'history of, and social... applications... somewhere, if that's what you mean.//

And if Sherlock did want the hard porn, there was a magazine rack at Turtle and Canary, wasn't there?

Re: Talk to Jono

[3patchproblem.livejournal.com]

"It is. If I wanted actual pornography, I would visit the shop in town." Really, Jono. Really.

Re: Talk to Jono

[furnaceface]

//Well, yes. But you'd have to pay for that,// Jono pointed out. Because he was helpful like that.

...

//Right. It should be down this way, then.//

See, he was totally here to be functional and useful, or something, today. He was making a spirited attempt!

Talk to the Librarian

[furnaceface]

When he pings in!

Re: Talk to the Librarian

[one-who-goes.livejournal.com]

Henry was keeping an eye on the parade of visitors that inevitably marked Jono's library days as he went about his end-of-month paperwork.

So apparently dead didn't mean dead. Huh.

OOC

[furnaceface]

Should I watch Treasure Planet, watch The Incredibles, read more Huckleberry Finn, or just chill out here for the rest of the day?

... Or, you know, work on my homework. There's that, too.