http://scary-enough.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] scary-enough.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] entrancelogs2011-03-04 11:27 am

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Who: Spencer and [OPEN]
Where: The library
When: 4th March, mid-morning
Rating: PG - PG-13? Depends what happens
Summary: Because Spencer needs to occupy herself somehow
the Story:

Spencer heaved a sigh as she pushed open the door to the library, pausing to readjust the straps of the book-bag she carried so that it rested properly on her shoulder. That, at least, was something the closet had got right though that didn't make up for the pile of utterly useless books Spencer now found herself hauling to the library. Apparently the closets of "whatever you want" found it difficult to distinguish between wanting a specific book and wanting any old book it could throw at her. This had left Spencer with, among other things: a guide on fishing, translations of Catcher in the Rye in French, Spanish, German and Japanese (despite Spencer's basic at best knowledge of Spanish and even worse knowledge of German and Japanese) and a book she couldn't even begin to fathom based on it being in no language recognisable to her.

Thus Spencer's trip to the library now, which in fact served two purposes. First of all, she was hoping to find someone to hand the books off to in case anyone else might get more use out of them than her. Then she was hoping to find a copy of Alice's Adventures in Wonderland or, failing that, anything that would help her feel that she was doing something productive. Not seeing anyone immediately available, Spencer placed the book-bag on a nearby table before venturing further, tentatively calling, "Hello?"

[identity profile] two-in-eden.livejournal.com 2011-03-04 02:11 pm (UTC)(link)
At one of the tables in the library, a furry ear twitches but the owner doesn't look up from one of the medical texts that he's reading. All around him and stacked high enough to be considered a mini fortress are more medical books.

Seimei frowns then turns a page. He had no reason to be mean to the person whose voice he just heard. However,kindness from him had become a kind of gift used sparingly to those who were useful or interesting to him. His tone isn't overly unpleasant but firm enough to give it a sharp edge.

"If I told you no one was here would you leave?"

[identity profile] two-in-eden.livejournal.com 2011-03-04 06:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Seimei turns the page and marks off his place with a book leather book mark. He stands up revealing he's quite tall but also equipped wit ha tail to match those ears on his head. Seimei stretches then starts to pack up his books into his bag. If there's one person there might be others on the way.

"There was one person once. She's gone now and some of the order in this place has been lost because of it. You're on your own. If you don't like the system why don't you spend some time at the market instead? Specific books have been easier to locate for me there. It's also useful to trade in Library books that you've finished for new ones. If you get something useful out of the closet I would keep it even if it's small."

The sacrifice had quite a collection of books in his room, walls of poetry, literature, and historical classics all from various places along with a heavy section of medical texts and the occasional mystery or fantasy. However this was a private collection therefore it was safe from the mansion's persistent rearranging.

[identity profile] two-in-eden.livejournal.com 2011-03-04 06:55 pm (UTC)(link)
That actually causes Seimei to stop his actions and raise a brow at the smaller girl. Normally he wouldn't be willing to help but she had managed to gain the interest of his curiosity. His posture relaxes subtly not that it had been obvious that he had been very rigid to begin with. However more obvious is that the firmness in his voice disappears.

"Thank you, I appreciate that but it's time that I head back to my room. I'm late for a very important date."

The last part came out a little dry for the sake of the pun. He sets down a book in front of her on Gout.

"I'm done with this one. You would be doing me a favor if you sold it. I haven't got an interest in anything else at the moment."

[identity profile] two-in-eden.livejournal.com 2011-03-05 06:59 am (UTC)(link)
Seimei shrugs rather apathetically at the book. Crystalization of uric acid was only interesting for so long.

"Medical texts are expensive. They fetch good prices when they're sold. You can get a lot of books for the price of this one and I quite literally have shelves. But if you don't want it then I can take it with me, it was a random whim to offer it to you in the first place."

[identity profile] two-in-eden.livejournal.com 2011-03-06 06:01 am (UTC)(link)
He made an act of actually glancing down but he didn't actually look. While some of Seimei's tendencies to avoid touch had been toned down by medication and trials. He still preferred to limit the amount which meant giving with him was often a one way limited street with very strict rules.

"I'm sorry there isn't anything I want there but thank you."

He was trying to be polite. She had at least earned the motion of the act but not the genuine feeling behind it.

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[identity profile] walkingdesuno.livejournal.com 2011-03-04 06:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Conan, who was practically living in the library, heard the voice. He briefly thought of ignoring her since he was reading a new book to read. But then he thought back on that since the person might leave if their business was done, which would leave him at peace with nobody shuffling around the shelves making noise.

Hopping down from the top level of shelves and landing on his feet, he goes over to the tables where he heard the voice.

"Yes?" he asked in Japanese, looking up at the girl, his big eyes, and bigger glasses viewing the features. He re-said 'yes' in English this time, knowing she was not Asian.

[identity profile] walkingdesuno.livejournal.com 2011-03-04 06:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Conan was used to her reaction, so he didn't say much. It was better she thought him a child anyway.

He shook his head and continued in his child tone. "There doesn't seem to be a librarian here, but I've been here for some time. I still can't understand the layout at all though since it moves every time," he replied, slightly frowning. "But when you want something it usually pops up in the next shelf." Which was even more discerning since...well...it wasn't explainable.

[identity profile] walkingdesuno.livejournal.com 2011-03-04 07:14 pm (UTC)(link)
"You came here with books?" he asked, his interest piqued. If she came from a different world, there might be a chance that it was from a different culture than his (although judging from her clothing and how she spoke it seemed unlikely) and if so, he could ask direct questions about the content of the book rather than deducing it.

[identity profile] walkingdesuno.livejournal.com 2011-03-04 07:41 pm (UTC)(link)
"Thank you miss," he said, taking the heavy bag. He peeked in and saw a few familiar titles, ones that he had read, some maniac topic ones, and a couple that...seemed to be in a language he had never seen. He picked up one of those kinds examining the pages. "They look like runes...? Mesopotanian? Egyptian? Hebrew?...I wonder where it came from..." He took showed the book to the other girl. "Do you understand this?" he asked, slightly forgetting to act more childish, too distracted by the new mystery in front of him.

[identity profile] forevercapslock.livejournal.com 2011-03-04 08:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Karkat's in the library because it seems like a worthwhile place to spend time. Which is to say that none of his crazy fellow-trolls can mow him down with a wheelchair if he's in here.

He hears Spencer from where he's sitting cross-legged on a table, elbow on one knee and his face propped up on his hand, but he waits until she comes within sight of him to respond.

"Are you looking for someone specific? Because that's a pretty fucking vague way of doing it if you are."

Despite the critical words, his tone of voice is bored at best.

[identity profile] forevercapslock.livejournal.com 2011-03-04 09:11 pm (UTC)(link)
"Then you're a step ahead of most of your species." He sits up a bit straighter and rubs at a mostly healed cut on his cheek. "What do you need?"

[identity profile] forevercapslock.livejournal.com 2011-03-04 09:26 pm (UTC)(link)
"It means exactly what your primitive thinkpan thinks it means."

He shrugs and unfolds his legs. "Just leave them I guess. The hive will do whatever it wants with them."

ffff sorry, I default to present tense

[identity profile] forevercapslock.livejournal.com 2011-03-04 09:44 pm (UTC)(link)
"Humans in general. We created you." Yes. Take that and shove it down your proteinchute. "At least in our version of the universe."