Library, Thursday.

[talentforlying]

Look, the island was throwing up weirder-than-usual-shite lately, which meant John was out of his office, flipping through a book from Special Collections and occasionally glaring at the history section.

The reason for the glaring? A tall, pale man in black robes, with wild black hair and stars in his eyes. Who seemed to be absorbed in his own reading and totally unaware of Constantine. Then again, one never knew with this one.

"Bloody buggering ponce," he grumbled under his breath. "Oi, your worship! I didn't stand in any bloody gallery, didn't hold any moronic symbol, and I sure as hell am not doing any more jobs for you! Get your Endless ass out of my library!"

The silent figure - and long-ago librarian of Fandom High - gave no indication he even knew John was there, and went about his business.

Fucking island.

[OOC: game_of_you modded with permission!]

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Re: Researchers!

[becauseshesang.livejournal.com]

It wasn't that Elizabeth was shy - even the naive edges had been taken from her during her few months in Roman Fandom. But she was used to libraries and using them to pursue knowledge; it wasn't strange for her to gravitate towards this one after three confusing days adrift.

She was there first thing, before anyone else, darting from one shelf to the other. Surely there had to be something specific to this situation she could use?