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Library, Thursday All Day

There was a black and white kid in a black and white suit working in the library today. He bustled about getting his work done efficiently and with a smile on his face, just happy to be able to go to school in a place with a library that was this fantastic. And when the books acted up today, a bunch of vintage motorcycle magazines getting into a scuffle that left them dog-eared and worn, he just sighed, scolded the lot of them, and then set to work patiently smoothing out the creases in the pages.

This, of course, wasn't any different from any other Thursday. Evan still hadn't noticed that anything was amiss around the school. He was a tiny bit too antisocial for that sort of thing.

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He probably wouldn't change much even if he had been bitten by the Happy Daze.

... In fact, once he notices, he'll probably just start feeling homesick all over again.

"Do you have any Ginsberg?" Victor asked, after he'd eyed Evan up and down. He wasn't sure what to make of him; suits were for squares.

Evan was perfectly happy with his suit, and was kind of returning the eyeing, really. After all, he didn't remember Victor being so... monochromatic.

"America when will we end the human war?" He gave Victor a wry smile. "We probably have a lot of his work in the poetry section. And William S. Burroughs and Jack Kerouac, and all kinds of stuff like that."

And he'd gone merrily prancing through and reading most of it since coming here, yes.

"When can I go into the supermarket and buy what I need with my good looks? ," Victor monochromatically quoted in return. (He couldn't quote the next line. People on '50s TV wouldn't even think the next line.)

"Thanks, I'll head over there. Gotta say, I kind of thought you were a square when I saw your get-up. Guess you have to wear it to work, huh?"

Evan glanced down at himself, now, making a face at his blazer and tie. What was wrong with it?

"I don't really have to, but it can't hurt to look professional while I'm working," he offered. "Back home I'd usually wear my baseball jacket and a t-shirt and jeans."

Because doing farm chores in a suit would be stupid.

Blazers and ties were square, man! Totally L7.

"See, I used to dress that way," Victor nodded. "Then I started reading more and hanging out in the park with my bongos, and my mind expanded. You should try."

"I already do plenty of reading," Evan pointed out with a wry little smile. "I love reading. But I... haven't ever had a chance to try bongos before."

There was probably a reason for that.

"Haven't ... tried ... bongos." You were breaking Victor's heart here, Evan!

Suddenly, he brightened, bent over and retrieved a set from his gray knapsack. (Of course he always carried them around; what kind of beat would he be, otherwise?) "Here. You tap-a-tap on these, I'll go find some poetry."

"Um... okay, Victor!"

Evan was really starting to wonder what kind of weirdness the island was throwing around today, yeah, but he didn't want to be rude, so he took the little drums, set them on the desk, and gave them an experimental tap-a-tap, just like he'd been instructed to do.

They had a neat sound to them, he had to admit, and he found himself smiling and just noodling around with rhythms while he waited for Victor to return.

A few minutes later, Victor returned with a small stack of paperbacks and a grin on his face.

"See?" he asked. "Totally makes any day a little bit better."

"They're kind of therapeutic," Evan laughed, giving another tappity-tap-tap for good measure. "Maybe I'll see if I can find a pair of my own, somewhere."

Oh, Uncle Cluster would be thrilled about that.

"You can make 'em out of oatmeal cartons," Victor informed him, sliding the drums back into his bag. "I'd give you these but they're my favorites, so.... anyhow, if you get some, we could do a drum circle. It'd be cool."

Evan was pretty certain oatmeal didn't come in containers quite like that these days, but he did a smile-and-nod combo all the same. It was probably for the best to humor the crazy, right?

"It sounds like fun," he decided. "I might end up having to eat a lot of oatmeal before I can manage getting a pair, but once I do, I'll be sure to let you know."

Humoring the crazy earned Evan an even huger smile. Victor was the happiest beat ever.

"That'll be neat," he said. "Stay cool and I'll see you later, okay?"

"Later," Evan replied, returning Victor's smile as he offered him his bongos back. "Let me know what you think of the poetry books when you're done them?"

With a smile like that, Evan was going to have to get some bongos now, wasn't he?

THURSDAY.

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