Library, Sunday

[gavegoodface]

Face mightn't have had any guests, but he was putting in an effort at the library today, he wasn't napping, there were no embarrassing books where people's guests might see them, and he also wasn't huddling over a mug of caf.

It was a Parents' Weekend miracle.

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Re: Talk to the Librarian

[patertempore.livejournal.com]

"She does everything in a nice way, that one," Time observed. "But lucky you, staying out of the sunless lands a bit longer."

He found a comfortable bit of wall to lean against, folding his arms as he did. "What's the point of hating the idea of Destiny? You might just as well hate gravity or oxygen."

Re: Talk to the Librarian

[talentforlying]

"Because we were put here specifically with free will, and Destiny tromps all over that," John said, pointing the tea canister at Time. "What good is that free will if he's got his big book and has already decided how things are going to go? If all that were written down was "you are born and then you die," that would be one thing. But to have all the bits? That's just not kosher, mate. Freedom to decide, without interference of the divine or otherwise, that's what humanity is supposed to be about, and the existence of Destiny mucks that up."

Didi really was probably going to have the most massive headache ever, and Constantine wasn't even sorry.

"You couldn't have named him 'Direction' or 'Daring' or 'Darkness' or, hell, 'Daiquiri'? Come on, mate."

Re: Talk to the Librarian

[patertempore.livejournal.com]

"You know so much less than you think you do," Time informed him, levelly. "But that's nothing new. Nobody quite understands these things, and maybe you aren't supposed to."

A pause. "I take my tea with milk, by the way."

Re: Talk to the Librarian

[talentforlying]

"I'm the fucking Laughing Magician. Mocking 'these things' is what I'm supposed to do." And there was something sharp in John's smile that wasn't apologetic in the slightest. "I know it's hard to keep things linear, but you've seen more than a few of us parade thorough. It's the job of the jester to point out that the bloody emperor isn't wearing any pants."

"And this is a library. No fridge, no milk, not unless you brought some." John offered him a mug anyway. "With my luck it would curdle and gain sentience, and then I'd have to set it free in Special Collections."

Re: Talk to the Librarian

[patertempore.livejournal.com]

"But sometimes it's less like the Emperor's New Clothes, and more like asking a rabbit to explain photosynthesis," Time said. "The jester's not always right. And I suppose I can muddle through without milk."

Re: Talk to the Librarian

[talentforlying]

"How do you know that a rabbit doesn't understand photosynthesis in a manner that matters to the rabbits?" Constantine asked, putting the tea in the strainer and then plopping it in the mug while he rummaged for a second one. Water was almost ready, and there'd be enough for both of them. "Tho if I'd known that all it took to muddle Time was milk -- or the lack of it -- ...I'd have made a fortune."

Re: Talk to the Librarian

[patertempore.livejournal.com]

Time smirked. "I promise, I wouldn't have been that thoroughly muddled," he said. "And you're right, I don't. But I wouldn't go and try to design a planet based on the way they understood it, either."