Evan Sabahnur (
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fandomhigh2012-11-15 08:04 am
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Library, Thursday All Day
Evan hadn't been paranoid, per se, as he walked into the library for his shift. It was just that it had been a while since the books had done something really crazy on his watch, and he wasn't about to let himself get comfortable while there was still a chance of things going crazy on him while he was working.
At least he didn't have to wait long before he noticed what the weirdness of the day was. The books had set up a sort of speedway down the aisles, and all manner of books about car racing were competing to see who was the fastest read.
A very pink book containing tips and tricks for playing the arcade game, Sugar Rush, was definitely giving the rest of the books a run for their money, today.
"Just so long as you guys put yourselves away when you're done," Evan decided, and then settled back to watch the races.
[Open, but flying without OCD because I'm not battling with the goat any more than necessary this morning.]
At least he didn't have to wait long before he noticed what the weirdness of the day was. The books had set up a sort of speedway down the aisles, and all manner of books about car racing were competing to see who was the fastest read.
A very pink book containing tips and tricks for playing the arcade game, Sugar Rush, was definitely giving the rest of the books a run for their money, today.
"Just so long as you guys put yourselves away when you're done," Evan decided, and then settled back to watch the races.
[Open, but flying without OCD because I'm not battling with the goat any more than necessary this morning.]

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Making her way over to where Evan was, she followed his gaze. "Are they racing?" she asked curiously. "Hello, Evan."
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They were kind of adorable, was the thing.
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Which was almost a shame, really. Evan kind of wished he had books with this much personality to his name, too.
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Perhaps if they left their books in the library long enough it would happen to them too!
Your school attacked you?" Yeul asked. "The building, you mean? Or the faculty...?"
Or the students?
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When there were giant sawblades in the lunchroom, you tended to be careful about portion control.
"At least the books are just up to mischief. They really don't want to hurt anyone."
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"Why was it prone to people trying to blow it up?" Her voice was tentative, like she wasn't sure she was supposed to ask.
Like she wasn't sure he'd be willing to answer.
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"They don't like us," he replied. "I mean, people like me, mutants. There are a lot of humans out there that hate us or are afraid of us because we're different, and my last school was a school for mutants, to keep us safe and train us with our powers and so we're sort of like... well, not really like sitting ducks, because ducks can't fight back quite the same way we can, but it's kind of something you get used to, being attacked all the time by people who don't want you alive."
Not something he wanted to be used to, granted. But.
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Doubly, triply, unpleasant when that was his reality.
"I am glad that it is not like that for you here."
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"I'm glad it's not like that here, either," he admitted. "But that's not why I came here. I mean, not... quite like that, anyhow. People here are really... nice. I mean, they're not cruel, here. At least not on purpose. Not that I've noticed."
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Or those who dealt in cruelty were around but neither she nor Evan had talked to them.
"It's a nice thought, isn't it? Being somewhere like that? Though it rather makes our home worlds gloomier in comparison, which I did not intend. I did not mean for our conversation to go like this," Yeul shared, a bit ruefully. "I simply thought it would be nice to visit you, just because."
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Instead of hiding away with his books? Yes, probably.
"We could talk about happier things? About how school is going, and stuff like that?"
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She shrugged a little. Friends were something, all right. Her feelings were rather mixed this week.
"We could talk about happier things," she said agreeably and smiled back. Yeul was easy like that. "How have your classes been going?"
He'd suggested the topic!
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Okay, because she was having a conundrum and she wanted to talk it through with someone and liked having an excuse.
"Kant writes books like he's in the running for the densest prose award," she grumbled, setting them on the counter. "It kind of ridiculous."
Oh, honey. Just wait till you started reading Judith Butler.
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"I... don't know," he admitted, honestly enough. "I think maybe it would depend on the lie, and the reasons for it... But my parents would be really disappointed in me for saying something like that. Pa used to say that lies just led to more and more lies, until eventually you don't even know what the truth is that you're trying to hide any more, or why. I don't think I'd like to find myself in that situation, if I can help it."
Spoiler: He wouldn't be able to help it.
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"Oh." Sholeh said softly. "But you understand that sometimes people need to? I mean, philosophically speaking."
Professor Starsmore was right. She was crap at this.
"Like, if you had a good reason for lying, it wouldn't make you a bad person, right?"
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He had no idea. He still wasn't much of a liar, himself.
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"In class, we had to convince someone to lie on our behalf to protect us," she said quietly. "I think if I found out that someone lied to me to protect other people, I wouldn't say my trust was broken. They weren't lying because it was fun or to profit or get out of trouble. I think that would be different."
Wishful thinking? Maybe.
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