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Who: Krista & YOU
Broadcast: Video!
Action: For all library visitors!
When: NOW?

[the fleet's resident, soft-spoken teen goth shows up on screen... backed by several bookcases filled with books! and maybe a couch back there. she waves, awkwardly.]

Uh, hey guys. Good news, the Bishop's library actually made it through the whole space-fight thing pretty well. The electronic tracking system is still down, but that's why people invented pencils and stuff.

[she gives the camera a funny look.] --No, actually, I'm pretty sure it's... the other way around. ... So nevermind.

[she holds up a very... charred-looking book. it had a red cover, once.]

The bad news is that "The Romantic History of the Galactiplastic Sector 9" totally bit it. So, uh. If there was a waiting list, we're gonna have to put this one on hold for a while. Alternatively, if anyone would like to play a little funeral tune, now's the time.

[she just. drops it flat on the floor. it's dead to her.]

So, um, for everyone who doesn't know... Me and a bunch of other people around here have been putting together a little library in the spare room on the Bishop... The ship's still kind of a mess from the fight, but anyone's welcome to come in and read or check out books, or whatever. We take donations and basically whatever stuff people bring us.

And we've got beanbags. And little lights that go "wowowo..." [accompanied with a little finger-wiggle and a totally straight face.] So if you're into that. This might be your jam.

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[alternatively, if anyone comes to visit the library--it's a personnel room that's been outfitted with lots of bookcases, a couch, a table covered in archival materials, and several beanbags that you can drag around and sit in...

the collection is still small, but there's a little something for everybody! fiction, nonfiction, history, magic, charts, maps, comic books, whatever. Krista's around, probably putting books back on a shelf.]

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[Cassandra just about jumps out of her skin when Fenris addresses her. She hadn't even subconsciously heard his approach with how quietly and lightly he steps. She practically slams the book shut and for half a second doesn't seem to know what to do with it before she opts to just shove it underneath herself and sit on it.]

No, [she says abruptly before,] I mean yes.

[Cassandra clears her throat.]

Was there something you wanted?

[Well, that was a strange reaction. Fenris pauses, confused for a moment. What the hell, Cass? ]

...No.

[He raises the small pile of books in his hands.]

Dorian is helping me with my reading, I was simply looking for new books.

[He's kinda squinting at the sign on the end of the isle now. Row-manece? No, that can't be it.]

[You're a strange reaction, Fenris.]

You'll probably have a hard time finding something he'll want to read with you in this section.

[Dorian is a snob and doesn't have an appreciation for bad books. And it shows a little with her tone, that slight edge of a growl to her words. But before Fenris can ask her what exactly this section is, she asks him,] What sort of books do you like so far?

I give him very little choice in the matter, if it were up to him all we would read would be dusty old tomes.

[Dorian is the biggest snob. Fenris gets it, he does. ]

I am still very new to reading for pleasure. Honestly, so long as they aren't dusty old tomes, I have no preference.

I see.

[She glances at the stack of books near her. There's no harm in him...expanding his choice in literature. Even if it's not the greatest. Right? Cassandra picks one of the thinner books from the pile and holds it up for him to take. She's not making eye contact.]

You didn't get this from me.

[Fenris pauses, for a moment, almost afraid to take it from her. What the heck is in it? Is it some sort of forbidden religious text? He carefully takes it, as if it were an unexploded bomb. ]

I shall remember that, should I be questioned about my choice in literature.

[He opens it, squinting at a few words, but one definitely gets his attention. The problem when the first books you ever read are written by Varric Theras is that the phrase 'heaving bosoms' becomes an instantly recognisable one. He blinks, then arches one eyebrow in Cassandra's direction.]

[Cassandra says nothing. She simply fixes him with a look that very clearly communicates not one word as she slowly pulls the book she was reading back out from underneath her. She sets it in her lap and it's only when she starts trying to find her place again that she looks away.]

[Fenris is very rarely perturbed by anything. He was literally designed to be a fearless killer, after all. But there's something about that look that makes him decide not to pass comment on the book. At all. Ever.

He carefully adds it to his pile.]

I'll leave you to your reading.

[She looks back up at him.]

Good luck with finding something more than just dusty old tomes.

[He gives an inclination of his head. ]

Thank you.

[And off he goes, leaving her to her 'research'. ]