Library, Monday

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J.Lo had sent Tip a list of suggested New Year's resolutions. Every fifth item on the list was "call your friend J.Lo more often".

So she was reading a low-key space opera full of lesbians instead.

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"Were I a good Christian man, I would say the bible," Good replied, watching with awe. "But I always had a fondness for the classics. Aeneid? Or perhaps Don Juan?"

You pretentious bastard, Goody.

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"I know how to spell 'Don Juan', so we'll go with that," Tip said. She called up Google and typed 'don juan book' into the search bar. "Let's see, there's a link to where you can buy the book and have it shipped to you, a couple wiki entries on it -- that's basically the internet's encyclopedia -- some pages full of quotes from it, some reviews, aaaaaaand. . . ." Project Gutenberg had to be on here somewhere, right? No way was this book not in the public domain. "Here we go." She turned the phone to face him again. "The whole text of the book. Oh hey, with pictures!"

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"Well, I'll be. Anyone can do this?" he asked, reaching for the screen before remembering his manners again.

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"Sure. I mean, you need a device that connects to the internet, and I guess there's a little bit of a learning curve for how to search for things properly. But once you have those, you can look up and find almost anything. Like -- like you have your own library in your pocket. You just, you know, might need to learn to be your own librarian a little, too."

She hesitated, then set her phone down on the counter where he could reach it. If she kept a close eye on him, he probably wouldn't be able to break it. "You scroll -- move up and down through the text with your finger, like this." She demonstrated, then slid it a little closer to him, so he could try.

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"You have my thanks, cher," he replied, looking a little gleeful when it worked for him as well. "Where are my manners. My name is Goodnight and it is a genuine pleasure to make your acquaintance."

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Tip never felt less silly in her life introducing herself by her given name than she did in Fandom. "I'm Gratuity. Nice to meet you, sir."

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"I see we come from similar naming conventions," he teased with a good-natured smile. "Goody, please. Sir is far too serious."

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"I'll try," Tip said. "But I promise nothing. How'd you end up coming to Fandom? If you don't mind my asking."

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"Well," he said, taking a breath as he handing her the phone back lest he break it on accident. "By accident if I am to be honest. I found myself and my horse here when last I recall, I was in California."

Getting shot at.

"An associate of mine apparently found himself in very similar circumstances mere days prior."

Which was strange because Goody died first.

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"Faraday," Tip guessed, barely restraining a roll of her eyes. "Yeah, I met him, too."

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Goody just grinned at that. "Were you the young lady who tore into him?"

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Tip narrowed her eyes and nodded. "I know you all are from a million years ago," she said. "But I don't have time for that old timey racist nonsense. Bad enough we're going to get it from that fascist your student mentioned."

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"Now, now," he said, holding his hands up in surrender. "I'm not saying you shouldn't have. Mr. Faraday's manners are a touch... lacking."

Putting it mildly.

"He informed me that the term was no longer considered fit for polite company."

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"It's not the worst one he could have used," Tip allowed. "And there is still a pretty big national organization that uses it in the title. But yeah -- it mostly just reminds people that you all used to think people like me only count as three-fifths of a person."

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Well, Goody did look suitably shamed by that reminder. Because three-fifths was being rather generous, historically speaking.

"Then, perhaps, it would do us some good to have that topic added to the list of things I ought to read up on."

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"The Civil Rights Movement," Tip told him. "Most books on that should give you a background of racial politics in the states leading up to it, too. Jim Crow, and all that. I hear the Smithsonian in most worlds recently opened a museum about it in DC that's supposed to be really good, if you'd rather learn that way."

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The closest Goody got to DC before now had been in battle, so maybe that wasn't the best idea.

"Civil Rights movement," he repeated with a nod. "Would you be able to get me anything on Korea as well?"

Totally normal request.

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"North Korea or Republic of?" Tip. "Right, that happened in like the '50s, didn't it. We probably have some general historical overviews around here somewhere."

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"My thanks once again," he said with a smile. "But I will need to look into finding one of those phones of yours for myself."

So he could confuse Siri with his accent.

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Eh, Siri deserved it.

"I bet you can pick one up on the island somewhere. They're a little pricey, though. Even in 2017 dollars."

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"Oh, it's all a lot pricey if you ask me." Maybe he could convince Faraday to use the money from his shop on one...

"Until then, I suppose I will be spending time here. What a hardship it is to be surrounded by books."

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"It's pretty cool," Tip agreed. "They haven't even done anything super weird at me yet, like the Post Office does sometimes."

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"Beg pardon?" Goody just wanted things to be normal for once, okay? But nooooo. He had to end up on the craziest island possible.

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"Yeah. In case you hadn't noticed, you ended up in Crazy Town."

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"You know, I had almost hoped it was just something about the future."

So much drinking in his immediate future.