fandomhigh | Library, Sunday

Elsa had arrived to the library bright and early, hoping that the doors would be open already. And they were, sort of, though the extremely pale boy who had opened them a minute before her arrival seemed... anxious, in a way that she knew all too well. He'd asked her if she thought there were going to be many people about, and had only grown more anxious when her answer was an explanation about how there might be a few stopping by to research what was going on around the island lately, yes.

She'd taken pity on him, explaining that her family had an extensive library back home and she knew her way around one, inside-out, and if he needed to be somewhere away from people - his anxious muttering about it being not safe for him to be here seemed to confirm that much - then she would be perfectly happy to set things up for the researchers today.

There was a moment of silence before the usual Sunday boy nodded almost desperately, and then scurried off looking for someone named 'Sholeh.'

Elsa blinked after him for a moment, gave her shoulders a small shrug, and then set to work sorting out more books from the stacks that she thought might have anything to do with people magically becoming other people.

... Now, if only she knew how to work the coffee machine.

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"Well, it's..." Joker frowned. "To be honest, I don't actually have any idea. I'm assuming it's a machine that makes weather, somehow, which isn't something that should actually work but, hey, Fandom." He shrugged. "The point is, two ladies came in on Friday and said they broke it and then lost it, and that somehow caused all of this mess. So... look for something about that in the books?" Joker gave her a look that was pained, apologetic, and thoroughly confused all at once. "I think one of the ladies might have been the sheriff," he added. "Maybe they were both the sheriff?"

"I've... given up trying to figure out the way the people in charge work around here," Elsa decided. It was funny, all things considered. "Did they say why either of them thought for even an instant that breaking and losing a machine that makes weather on an island like this, and then not telling anyone about it, was somehow a good idea?"

That just seemed like inviting trouble, to Elsa.

"Because they are horrible, horrible people and they suck," Joker answered.

"...Actually, they did tell people about it, and also they only just now realized it might have been related, and also also they locked it in a safe and only realized it was missing when they went to check on it. Soooo... probably not as deserving of yelling-at as you're thinking. Still pretty bad, though."

He sighed. "And after all the boatloads of nothing I came up with all week, I've now been looking up info on this doohickey, and still came up with nothing. Sometimes, I really hate this place."

Elsa sighed and gave her head a shake.

"Still pretty bad, but at least they did what they could," she conceded. "Maybe what I should be doing is looking over the island's history, instead of these magic books. There are a lot of things about this place that I don't know, and only part of that is because I'm still so new here."

Most of it was because she was still a bit of a shut-in who didn't talk to people, too.

"We have no idea where it might have gotten off to? It just... vanished one day?"

"No one knows anything about the island," Joker reassured her. "Not even the people in charge. I've tried the history books, but... Ugh! And yeah, it just vanished without a trace."

He sighed and shook his head, and then slowly raised his eyes to meet hers, looking for a bright spot in the darkness. "You're still you, right? We still good, there?"

"Still me, so far as I'm aware," she promised, trying on a smile as her eyes met his. "I don't know how to keep track of our grounds for comparison, though. Twitchy around other people? A bit of a bookworm?"

Ahaha, a bit?

"I'm still not rushing out to do a concert in the common rooms?"

"And pretty -- don't forget that. I still think you should reconsider the concert, but... okay, good. And I'm still me -- more or less. You know, excluding differences as already established. Let's try real hard to keep it that way."

"Let's," Elsa agreed, settling back into her seat with a faint blush to go with that tiny smile.

Darn it, Joker. A conversation wasn't complete unless you made her go another shade of pink, was it?

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