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[agisquodadis]

[Sam is in the library.

But she’s not being a creepy mind reader like Charles, or trying to stalk people, or shelving books like Rem.

No, she’s actually leafing through them, making piles, and sorting.

And she doesn’t. Look. HAPPY.]

This is ridiculous, there’s not a bloody text worth anything in here! What kind of library is this

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[storyofhowidied]

[Have a Flynn walking by!]

I haven't found many books worth anything anywhere.

[agisquodadis]

[…UKW, Flynn. Samantha isn’t even going to turn and look. She just keeps pulling books from shelves and stacking them when she doesn’t find what she wants.

Rem - no worries, she’ll put them back in the exact order and condition she found them. She has a high respect for books, even if they aren’t what she’s looking for.]

That is because you are an ignorant buffoon.

[Men. ALL THE SAME.]

[storyofhowidied]

Decided that already, huh?

[It's not the first time he's made a bad first impression. He's just gonna stop walking and stand behind her.]

[agisquodadis]

Yes.

[She's rifling through the pages when she hears him stop, and her fingers pause mid book. Seriously?]

...

Did you need something?

[thii2ii22tupiid]

*It may be thanks to that idol of her's that Sollux has decided to wander through the books, idly checking for anything of use, instead of avoiding everything in the library outside of the fourth floor. But he does it every so often, just in case, so perhaps she's just lucky otherwise~

Either way he spots her and then recognizes that voice so heads over.*

The useless kind. Can't expect them to give us anything we can work with.

[agisquodadis]

[Well, her accent is fairly distinct, with that heavy Brit seeping through.

And she’s really not being as quiet as she should be in a library - but that’s only because of the distinct lack of anything useful.

She could care less about goat cheese or asparagus. Seriously.

Also - knows who you are through a bit of journal stalking. Christ, her lucks sucks.]

Well, you’ve got that right.

[Because NONE of this even looks good for pleasure reading.]

[thii2ii22tupiid]

*The bitching is what sealed it, really. Not that its rare, but it tends to stand out.*

Why are you trying it, anyway? I doubt many books on 'ontological cataclysms' exist in any universe.

[agisquodadis]

[It's trademark Sollux. She can't really help it.]

It didn't bloody hurt to look.

[Besides, she LIKES libraries.

Just not...this one, so much.]

[faun_tumnus]

[Tumnus has kept mostly to himself since the whole zombie slaughterfest, prefering to keep his own company rather than that of others. Perhaps it was the wrong choice to make, considering no one bore him ill will over the events that had transpired, but he still had his own level of guilt about it.

He is perusing a different shelf altogether when he hears someone else enter the library. Initially he pays it no mind, leaving the arrival to their own devices .. until she speaks and sounds entirely displeased.

He steps back, the clip of his hooves muffled on the carpeting of the library floor, and spies Samantha. His voice is less tentative than it might have been under other circumstances, but she is speaking about books and he's rather passionate about them.]

Well, I'm rather certain that's not entirely true .. perhaps you are not finding what you are looking for just at this time, but there is value in every book in this library.

[He pats the book bindings fondly, looking from them back to the woman as he steps clearly into view.]

[agisquodadis]

Value in every book my big British ass, I--

[Holy. Christ.

Those. Those are HOOVES. That man has hooves for feet. Why. Why does he have hooves.

Maybe she really had drank too much that one night, and it was affecting her brain permanently.]

What in God's name--

[She can't even finish. She KNOWS what he is - research papers have taught her a lot about folk tales and that sort of thing, but--

Oh my God that idiotic Persian man was right.]

[faun_tumnus]

[Tumnus is grinning rather wryly as Samantha begins to first respond and then actually looks his way. The faun is beginning to be rather accustomed to that particular reaction, although he's finding far more humor in it now than he was initially.

He grins wryly, a small pile of books clutched in his arms. He isn't at all self conscious about going around without a shirt of any sort, always having done so. He also has no qualms about trotting around without bottoms or any kind. His fur covered everything, after all.]

Well, he was certainly involved with my creation, but then the same can be said for all of his creations, yes?

[He offers a polite smile and sets his books down on a table nearby before bending at the waist into a proper gentleman's bow.]

A faun, Daughter of Eve .. My name is Tumnus.

[agisquodadis]

[Just...give her a minute, Tumnus. She's struggling not to just stare in open mouthed shock because last she checked?

Fauns didn't exist outside of literature.]

Ah. A--

[Wait, a what?]

Daughter of who?

[Eve? Biblical Eve? Or Eve, as in the whole 'Out of Africa' theory that suggested modern humans are able to be traced back to a single African ancestor - “Eve.”

She thinks maybe it's the first one.]

No. I'm Samantha, and my mothers name was definitely not Eve.

[That and Samantha doesn't really do the whole bible thing. Kind of conflicts with her entire field of study.]

[abstinentzombie]

As useless as it may be, it's sure better stocked than th'one back home.

[agisquodadis]

[Oh, hi Kloe.]

Really? [She held up a book.]

You don't have books as fantastic as these?

[abstinentzombie]

[Well hello there, Sam.]

Certainly not.

[agisquodadis]

[Woman of few words, hm?]

What kind do you have? [Oh ye post apocalyptic amazon woman?]