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[jokesaboutrighthands]

Who: You and anyone else and probably this new guy i guess
Where: The library
When: Day 197, let's just say this can be for the full day


[This is a good times at the library post, but Kou will also be here for a few hours]

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[jokesaboutrighthands]

[Anyway there is a guy who looks to be in his late 40s exploring the shelves, notably he's in avante colors and has long blond hair in a pony tail and is wearing aviator glasses. also even more notably he's missing his right arm and leg, and is leaning heavily on a hospital crutch to move between the shelves. He has a bag with him that he periodically slides a book into.]

[letgrow]

[Tilts her head, trying to see what he's picking out]

[jokesaboutrighthands]

[currently he's perusing cookbooks, there is a japanese one open in front of him on a shelf and he flips through a few pages]

[letgrow]

[Stepping closer, standing on tiptoe to point out one to the left of the one he grabbed]

Um, this one is a little better, in my opinion.

[jokesaboutrighthands]

[shifts and blinks like he jut noticed her, and looks down at her, then at the one she pointed out, and carefully moves to remove it from the shelf]

Yeah? What do you like about it?

[deicider]

[Cardigan draws up beside him, looking at the books.]

Cooking?

[jokesaboutrighthands]

[nods briefly and puts the book Camellia recommended away into his bag o books]

Apparently cooking duties are on a rotation, figured I might as well have something planned.

[deicider]

[Cardigan looks unexcited at this information.]

Huh. Hopefully my memories come back soon.

[jokesaboutrighthands]

[snorts]

Nervous? You haven't forgotten how to read, have you?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[At some point, he will be getting a text]

CEO: You the new Knight?

[jokesaboutrighthands]

a fox in hounds clothing: yeah
a fox in hounds clothing: didn't know we had a CEO

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

CEO: You wouldn't purchase prosthetics from just any street peddler, would you?
CEO: I need a time and place for the delivery.

[jokesaboutrighthands]

a fox in hounds clothing: oh
a fox in hounds clothing: you're Intensity
a fox in hounds clothing: isn't CEO a little catchier?
a fox in hounds clothing: I can be wherever you need in an hour

[deicider]

[Cardigan's wandering the library. passing rows and rows of books. Finally, they pause in front of the poetry section, and reach out to stroke their fingers down the spine of a book of poems by Wilfred Owen.]

[marsascending]

[ real nerd hours out here. paloma's looking for yet more psych textbooks but also seems to be gathering an armful of... romance novels, maybe? ]

[screenedcomments]

[this nerd came to look for sci-fi and horror (and maybe comics?) to soothe her weary mind

she stops dead when she sees Paloma]

Eh?! No way...

[marsascending]

Ah, hi again—Gadget, wasn't it?

[screenedcomments]

Y-yeah... that's me...

[she's going to try very hard not to start shaking]

And you're Paloma, right?

[marsascending]

Mm, you remembered.

I hope you've been well?

[deicider]

[walking directly up to her and taking one of the books off her stack to look at.]

This is porn, isn't it?

[marsascending]

That's always the question, isn't it, socially? Where the line for obscenity lies.

But mostly yes. It's not really what I'm into, but it's for research.

[deicider]

[Raises an eyebrow.]

Not the hands-on type?

[marsascending]

[ ahahahaHAHAHAHA ]

Oh, heavens, no! This is all just rather tame stuff, you know?

Women who've been wronged finding safety and comfort with men who happen to be billionaires or sheiks or CEOs or vampires or some combination of the above—well, it's not what I'd really call my style.

[theyregooddogs]

[giving a glance over at the new guy, just appraising for a beat, before doing his usual switch out of medical texts, yay journals]

[shutthefoxup]

[Flopped on a couch, reading]