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[ladiesss]

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.]

Comments

[noctiphile]

[He pauses, glances back, eyes flicking to the hand on her hip. Was someone in trouble?]

Of course. Why else would one steal? [A beat.] Well, aside from wanting.

[ladiesss]

Oh my god. [she just holds up this gorgeously bound thing, frowning.] You can't just-- You can't just steal something! What is wrong with you?

[noctiphile]

[He pauses. Turns halfway and looks her up and down.] I can, actually. Steal something. The book is proof as is—[he points to the rest of his books]—all that. And, I'll have you know—[He takes a step forward now, hands folded behind his back.]—that before it was justly liberated that beautiful book was sitting behind a dusty glass case, untouched. Probably for, oh, I don't know—a couple years, at least. Now, am I a thief, or am I a savior?

That's a rhetorical question, I'm the latter.

[ladiesss]

Uh.

[she has something to say to that--but she stops halfway through a sassy "the" and bites her lower lip. she's got the unimpressed look that only a teenage girl can manage.]

Well, I can see why Tek likes you.

[noctiphile]

[he seems equally unimpressed, holding his hand out.]

If you're so against its procurement, I'll take the book back. Perhaps you can tell Tek why you rejected it. I'm sure he'll be... sympathetic.

[ladiesss]

Oh, please.

[sassiness rising. she pulls the book back in towards herself.]

I'm not the one who's gonna get in trouble if this gets found. Besides, Tek likes me.