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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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[Ah!! Finally!!]

Luckily for fans of The Romantic History, I've [he coughs, speeds up just a bit] ample replacements. Would you prefer "Drizzled by Drizzt" or "The Ample Halistrae of Bucxom Thirty". That's, uh. Thirty spelled with three 'x's. [Mumbling:] At least, I think it's supposed to be thirty...

[Quickly:] They're not as bad as they sound. And I've, uh. [Goddess, why did he start off with that? He thought he was being clever!] I've a gift! Overdue, really. It's a book. A rare one, only slightly illegal. I'm fairly certain no one will be penalized for it.

[Or... any of the books he's going to give her. Since they're all... stolen....]

...ah. And I was looking forward to finding out what became of Lady Verivens and her handmaiden's torrid love affair.

[A disappointed sigh.]

[yeah Coil isn't one to be terribly chatty over the network, so he just... shows up. he wants to check out the state of the more delicate and valuable tomes in the Bishop's collection for himself, as well as drop off some of the things that he has been working on in the meantime.

so, the silent one-eyed kid just lets himself in and quietly sets himself up at the table covered in archival materials. he's got papers, inks, magnifying lenses, and the works that he has been working on transcribing.

he also has bag lunch. it and the bottle of water he brought have been set on the ground near his feet, just to make sure nothing tragic happens between them and the rare documents.]

[Books, whatever, he could never keep focus long enough to get into books. Especially not something that has the word 'Galactiplastic' in it, which-- he's not even gonna try to pronounce.

But he just got here and uh, he has Questions.]

Space-fight?

[ You don't have to say the word library twice in Merrill's hearing. She's still settling herself in on her ship, having claimed engineering for herself rather than the crowded little bedroom, but she finds she already knows how to use the shuttles that she's been told take her from ship to ship. And so it is that she heads straight for the Bishop. But don't worry, she doesn't burst into the room or anything, coming in on light feet with the wariness of one who's not actually sure she's allowed here. But at least she didn't get lost?

At any rate, she'll make a beeline for the books, wondering if there'll be any she recognizes from her own extensive reading. ]

[Drly.] And the universe weeped for the sappy love story. [Sokka you are living one, you have no place to judge. ]

You want me to come have a look at your tracking system?

[Adra had been so pleased to find the library aboard this ship. He's had a tiring last few days, so he's thrown himself on the nearest beanbag chair and sunk most of the way into its cozy, yielding surface.

He's got a few books stacked on his chest, a few more scattered around him, and one lying open over half of his face. The titles range from histories to poetry collections to political treatises--though, to be fair, there are an awful lot of political treatises. One of them is probably his own.

Unfortunately, he's made himself a little too comfortable, and as such--he's asleep. He mutters intermittently, mostly parts of speeches he's made to the Magisters' council: demands for more supplies sent to the Ghostlands, arguments about building housing for Silvermoon's many orphans, complaints over the number of corrupt guards in some street called 'Murder Row'.

And, occasionally, a low hiss of protest over once again being thrown in jail for the day.]

Cool my heels ... I'll cool your heels ... freeze'em right to the fucking ground ...

[ He remembers at least the mention of this ship - mostly of it as a sparking wreck behind an engineer child, so he basically wanders on the right ship because he was looking for the battered one. ]

... Glad someone else already started one... [ He's not sure if storing books in an armory would work well out.

Duke does have the one book he has here on him, but he's not entirely certain whether it would fit in. For now, hello books, time to read all the spines... ]

[She's not in the romance section, you're in the romance section!]

[...Okay, that's only 50% accurate because she is in the romance section. And she might have a couple of books tucked under her arm. And she might be reading the back of another one right now, trying to decide if she wants it or not.]

[It's also pretty obvious to anyone who happens to find her here that she's trying to keep a low profile. After a while, she'll just be sitting on the floor between shelves rather than a couch or beanbag. Beside her is a small pile of books and she's currently hunched over a book with her knees folded up close. She starts off paying vague attention to her surroundings, occasionally looking up when she catches movement out of the corner of her eye. But the longer she reads, the less and less she looks up.]

[Beverly is definitely curious about the library, so when she finds time, she wanders over to the Bishop. Besides, it's a good excuse to check in on Krista. Seeing that the teen is absorbed in her work at the moment, Beverly starts examining the spines of the books on the shelf nearest the door. Picking up one at random, she starts flipping through its pages, taking more interest in the physical book itself rather than its contents, since at home she does most of her reading on a PADD.

She puts the book back in its proper place and continues to look around. None of the titles are familiar to her. Even though it is completely reasonable that this is so, it is still somewhat disconcerting and yet another reminder of how far away from home she is.

Eventually, she decides to approach Krista.]

Hello, Krista! I hope you don't mind me dropping in on you like this.

[Finding out there is a library was like being offered a present. She doesn't care that it's small. It could get bigger. It will, if she has anything to do with it.

Once she's inside, she sort of wanders the offerings, taking one from here and there. Genre apparently doesn't matter to her, if the title looks good, or heck, if the binding seems interesting, she's pulling it out and adding it to a growing pile.

Once she has a stack of about six or seven books, -meaning she can't really see around them anymore- she finds a little nook on the floor. She wedges herself into a corner, books flanking her on either side, and starts reading. She will probably be here a while. She might even fall asleep, sitting up, holding a book to her chest like a teddy bear.]

Do the lights actually make a "wowowo" sound? [also accompanies with a little finger wiggle and a totally straight face.] Because I feel like that would make it difficult to read, personally. [And there's the grin.] I might have to come check this out; always did like a good book.

[And that little announcement happens to remind Finrod that he has a couple of books he's collected on various worlds. And there's no reason to keep them to himself.

So he's probably one of the few bringing books in rather than taking them out. He enters the library with a couple of poetry books and some military history. Nothing particularly fancy, but every little bit helps.

He was intending to exit empty handed, but whether that actually will happen is anyone's guess. Almost as soon as he enters, a new star chart catches his eye...]

You mean to tell me you've had a library on your ship the whole time and I never heard about it? Goodness. I must be slipping. Where did you get all of it?

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