Library, Wednesday

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Something was hinky.

It felt like half the wards in John's apartment had gone off screaming, jolting him awake, before falling silent, reset like nothing had happened. And as far as he could tell when he checked them, nothing had happened, like he'd dreamed it or some shite. Which, given how hungover he was, was a distinct possibility. Three-day-old Chinese food and a bender with bad horror movies was a bloody terrible idea.

Still, the office was sending him a fresh batch of victims to feed to Special Collections, so he hauled his arse out of bed (again) and went in to the library to start the required paperwork. Fucking paperwork. There had to be a spell or some shite to outsource this, didn't there?

The library was open, and the librarian was... John Constantine. We're so sorry.

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Re: Talk to the Librarian

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Constantine kinda blinked at her, but handed the books to her.

"You weren't pulling my leg about 'all of the knowledge,' were you?" he asked, the hints of a smile tugging around the corners of his mouth.

Re: Talk to the Librarian

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Peridot blinked. And looked at Constantine's leg as she hugged the books to her chest. And then looked back up at him again, puzzled.

"I didn't touch your leg."

So, no. No kidding.

Re: Talk to the Librarian

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"Literal one, aren't you?" he said. "'S an expression, it means you were exaggerating for effect, or using hyperbole. Telling a tall tale that wasn't quite true, though parts of it were, for example."

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"Pulling your leg," Peridot hedged, frowning a little, and then glancing around them. "... Are there books about human expressions here as well?"

She'd taken so many things literally to this point, and she always seemed to end up embarrassing herself as a result.

Re: Talk to the Librarian

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"We got those too," he confirmed. "Though expressions can vary by region, so England would have different colloquialisms than America than Canada, so make sure you start with the US, yeah? Not all English is created equal."

American heathens.

He looked at the sheaf of papers still in his hand, then at Peridot, and shrugged. "If you're going to be here constantly, want to get paid for it?"

What was one more form to fill out when he already had to do the damn thing anyway?

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"Paid?" Peridot blinked back up at John, wide-eyed. "Money, you mean? To be used in exchange for goods and services?"

That was generally what paid meant on Earth, Peridot, yes.

She squinted.

"Is there a catch?"

Re: Talk to the Librarian

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"Generally, yeah, unless your species prefers, I dunno, payment in flowers or something," he said with a shrug. "The catch is you show up on a mostly-regular basis, wrangle semi-sentient books, help people even if they're being stupid, and keep them out of Special Collections. It can be harder than it sounds."

"In return, you get paid the same wage as the other library aides, 'less there's something else you need to be paid, and get keys that let you in whenever."

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Peridot's eyes went wide all over again at that. Really, she'd do all those things just to be able to get in whenever she wanted to.

"I can do those things! I'm good at those things! I help stupid people all the time at Stark's!"

Peridot was clearly fantastic at customer service.

Re: Talk to the Librarian

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She'd fit right in with Constantine's customer service ethic. Cosette was the nice one, as it stood right now, and he was fine with that.

"Great, fantastic, you get started on these and I'll be back in a few with keys." Now he could claim he was being proactive in hiring, and maybe the Office Moose would lay off a bit.

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Good luck with that, John. The Office Moose was a moose, after all.

"Great!" Peridot was more than a little bit excited, yes. She looked around the library for a place to sit while she read, spotted a table with a few chairs lined up at it, and then scurried off to set herself up for some reading. She had to investigate this 'snow' business. It was doing some weird things outside, after all.