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fandomhigh2018-05-14 10:26 am
intotheout) wrote in fandomhigh2018-05-14 10:26 am
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Library, Monday
So it was summer. Like, officially and everything. At least as far as Fandom was concerned. It was pretty cool and rainy out right now, but it was still summer, and Tip wanted to be outside doing summer things.
Instead she was in the library, watching the books rearrange themselves into a "summer reading" display.
"Mark Twain's great and all," Tip said, as the books stacked themselves into a pyramid and flung themselves up onto the display table. "But the man apparently never learned how to write a girl in his life."
The books paused, looked at each other, then turned back towards the stacks. In moments, books by Barrie and Baum came trundling out of the shelves. Tip sighed.
"How about some written by girls?"
The books seemed to sigh, then one of the whistled, and a book by L.M. Montgomery came dashing out.
"If I try to ask for some black woman authors, you all are going to go on strike again, aren't you."
The books went back to ignoring her.
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Instead she was in the library, watching the books rearrange themselves into a "summer reading" display.
"Mark Twain's great and all," Tip said, as the books stacked themselves into a pyramid and flung themselves up onto the display table. "But the man apparently never learned how to write a girl in his life."
The books paused, looked at each other, then turned back towards the stacks. In moments, books by Barrie and Baum came trundling out of the shelves. Tip sighed.
"How about some written by girls?"
The books seemed to sigh, then one of the whistled, and a book by L.M. Montgomery came dashing out.
"If I try to ask for some black woman authors, you all are going to go on strike again, aren't you."
The books went back to ignoring her.
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She actually kind of was? The joys of selling a flying car to GE. Not that Tip's mom let her anywhere near the "slush" fund for anything frivolous.
And, no, that wasn't why Tip had a tiny robot. It was why she could afford the smart phone, though.
"He takes some getting used to," Tip said with a small laugh at Astrid's expression. "You know, like the rest of this island. You're taking it all pretty well in stride, though. What's your world like?"
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Too good, really.
She shrugged. "I'm from LA," she offered. "I know people say that it's pretty much like an entirely different world out there, but really it's...not."
From here, maybe, yes. From the rest of normal society, though...
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So, probably 'regular' Earth, then, Tip noted. She was starting to wonder if Astrid was actually adjusting well, or just ignoring the stuff that didn't fit into her worldview.
She almost couldn't even blame her for that, if it was the case.
"LA, huh?" she said. "I haven't made it out that way yet. J.Lo and I did a big roadtrip after we first met," to get to the Boov enforced 'human preserve' but she was trying not to break Astrid's brain too much, just now, "but we only got as far as Arizona. I'm from Pennsylvania, myself."
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Tip shrugged. "It's not that different from here, at least weather-wise. We don't live in the city anymore -- that part I miss. Suburbs are gross. But at least around here Baltimore's right over the causeway when I want to city it up."
Not that she bothered most of the time. Suburbs might be gross, but going downtown took, like, time and money and effort. Staying in and reading the trashy romance novels her mom sent her and texting with J.Lo was basically always easier.