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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 sliiides down the beanbag, becoming a puddle of robes and long ears on the floor.]

No, I shouldn't have nodded off like that. Thanks for saving me from eventual suffocation.

[...wow, he's really going for it. she looks down at him, even though she's still crouched.]

No problem. Um. Always happy to help.

[she pauses. awkwardly.]

...You know, I don't think I've said hi to you yet. Aside from two seconds ago.

[He's just very tired.]

Oh, right. I transferred here recently. Adrasteius.

[He lifts a hand.]

Blood elf; priest; mage; et cetera.

[she rotates her arm so that she can give him a proper handshake!]

Nice to meet you. I'm Krista. Uh... [how should she describe herself?] Fairy... teenage... librarian? I don't know.

[He grasps her hand briefly, but it's firm and blazing warm.]

Fairy, huh? Never met one of those. Well.

[He makes fluttery gestures with his fingers.]

Except the little dragons, now and then.

[wwwooooooowww what's up with his hand. she takes hers back, looking down at her palm like she's surprised there isn't magic swirling around on it or something. her response is kind of distracted...]

Oh... Belthazar said something like that too. But I am pretty sure I'm not a dragon...

Only pretty sure, huh?

[He shuts one eye.]

All right, there?

Well, we're made of kind of the same stuff, so...

[she drops her hand in her lap, looking back down at him.]

Are you sick or something? You're super warm...

'Stuff'?

[He flexes his fingers.]

Oh--nah. Don't worry about it. It's a 'stuff' thing, too.

...Is it fire stuff?

[she hunkers down a little. ...totally not maybe getting excited.]

You guessed it.

...Cool.

[she smirks. kinda.]

So that means our ship is basically the best, at this point.

[His eyebrows quirk.]

I'm no expert on space travel, but I think the fire is a liability up here.

Well. Yeah. But I mean, the crew is really cool. And fire powers are awesome. Do you want to sit up or something, or are you like, good staying on the floor?

Bel's here, that's true--

[He waves his hand dismissively, tiredly.]

Oh, no, I'm a big fan of the floor.

[she's seen them talking, at least... it's cute that he'd say that...]

...Do you want a blanket, or anything?

[He taps his own palm; grins up at her.]

I never need a blanket.

Oooh, okay. [she nods, and winds up smiling a little herself.] I guess I should just, um, leave you to it.

But it was nice to meet you...

[He shuts his eyes, waving her off good-naturedly.]

You, too, Krista.