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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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[He lets her hand go, but he leans forward, his eyes bright with interest. Half-elves are not common where he's from.]

No shit? How's that working out for you?

[So his face hasn't stopped being beautiful, and she hasn't stopped noticing. However, his phrasing takes her by surprise and startles a laugh out of her, one loud enough she has to cover her mouth, because library. That's one way to get her to relax.]

Drastically better than the other half.

[GRIN.]

So which do you prefer--half-elf or half-human? Either/or?

Elf. It's the only half I can be completely certain of.

Ah--

[Wups. His expression becomes significantly less jaunty.]

--sorry. I just assumed. Don't let me pry.

Oh no, it's fine. I don't remember my mother, and my birth father is dead.

[Like it's nothing.]

It's honestly an extremely muddied family tree.

[Haltingly.]

That, uh, must be difficult. Identity-wise.

[She lifts a shoulder in a small shrug.]

I try to define myself by what I do, not who my father was.

[She shakes off the serious tone, smiling.]

That got rather grim pretty quickly, didn't it? Maybe we should talk about you for a while.

Good philosophy.

[He shrugs.]

Me? I'm just a boring old man.

Really? I heard you talking about freezing someone's boots to the floor not too long ago. That sounded pretty interesting.

Eh?

[It takes him a minute to register--oh. He was talking in his sleep. Fantastic.]

Just a bit of political agitation, that's all. My city has--problems.

I've never been to a city that didn't have problems.

[Zero judgments here.]

And getting involved is a very noble thing to do.

[He makes a 'no fucking way' gesture with his hands.]

Not noble--necessary.

As you like, but not everyone does what's necessary.

[Nope, you can split hairs all you like Adrasteius, she's not changing her opinion. Especially not that he's denied it.]

Almost nobody does, in my experience. Most people I meet--especially my own people--prefer to do the exact fucking opposite.

[Tired shrug. Way of the world.]

Oh, then I guess it's a noble undertaking after all.

[Her expression is of feigned surprise, but honestly pleased. Look what she did there! c:]

[YEAH, THAT'S CUTE. He just sighs, exasperated, but obviously not really annoyed.]

Yes, well. Point is, my government isn't the kind that brooks disagreement.

[He shrugs.]

But I'm part of it now, which at least makes it slightly more difficult for them to jail me for dissent.

[And she just smiles in the face of that exasperation. She knows she's a pain in the neck.]

Only slightly? I'd assume it would be fairly hard to arrest someone if their feet are frozen to the floor, to start with. Or is that now a secondary tactic?

More like an idle threat. Pretty sure I was dreaming about jail from the inside.

How terribly peaceful of you.

[While the phrasing might seem to indicate an intention of sarcasm or mockery, her tone is actually softly admirational. Really.]