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[buildstherobots]

[Phone call! To the whole town! Except the drones and the usual meddling authority figures. The call is in a moderately hushed tone, but he's easily understandable.]

So, I see that there are many new people, and you may count yourselves as lucky as you can in this place because Dist the Rose is here to take care of you all. I'm sure you've been

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[brightred_death]

[Grell will be coming in with a bit of a sigh. She spent a good deal of time in a library back home, and frankly they're boring. Too many rules for her taste.]

[buildstherobots]

[Dist is sitting on one of the ladders, looking tired and eating a bar of something or other possibly way too quickly. When he spots Grell, he hides it away and swallows, but doesn't get up.]

Can I help you?

[brightred_death]

[Grell looks him up and down. Then again, then smiles a toothy grin.]

Why hello there~ You must be the man I'm looking for.

[buildstherobots]

[Oh? Oh ho ho.]

Naturally. I believe I may have a gift for you?

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[pseudopsyience]

[Shawn isn't much of a library guy, but he wasn't one to resist a catch phrase. Especially when it meant he might get a little more on the low-down about these shenanigans. He wanders through the library, looking for this Dist person.]

Are you perhaps familiar with the phrase 'knowing is half the battle?'

woohoo

[buildstherobots]

[Okay! He's feeling a little bit better; all this running around is wearing him down faster than usual. He grins a bit.]

I am indeed. Only half, I'm afraid.

[pseudopsyience]

[Shawn glances around for a moment, then back at Dist. Poor guy does loot a little run down.]

Need a hand with the other half of the strategic strike force while you fill me in there, Mr. Biddle?

[buildstherobots]

[Mr. Biddle? The hell?]

...My name is Dist.

[buildstherobots]

[Well, that's not a good way to get on Dist's good side at all. He frowns, shelving the book he's holding.]

I called everyone's house. My name is Dist, not you. What do you want?

[buildstherobots]

I don't care if you're a newcomer; I'm generous enough to give my letter to anyone who asks. I don't care about the calls you've been getting, either.

[Ugh. Being utterly selfless and generous isn't always pleasant, is it? He starts to lead her to the front desk.]

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[nothing_is_grey]

[Ever since that kind young man gave her a pamphlet on her first day and mentioned it was organized by a man named Dist, she had wanted to meet him. This invitation was a good excuse to finally do so. It hadn't been so long since she was last in the towns library, but she was perfectly happy to return to it. Despite it's lacking content, it was a place of order and rules, the sort of place she was comfortable.

She looked around for a man with pale hair who could be considered "gorgeous" and finally found someone who came close to it.]

Excuse me, by any chance are you the one named Dist?

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[buildstherobots]

[Ah, Dist has almost finished putting away his stack of books! And all this ego stroking has lifted his mood considerably, despite the fatigue.]

I'm Dist the Rose, yes. Looking for one of my wonderful letters?

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[nothing_is_grey]

No, a young boy named Arron already gave one to me, but I did wish to meet the author

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[buildstherobots]

Aah, Aaron. I'm glad to hear he's making sure to make the rounds.

[Aah, people are even coming to him to compliment his genius!]

It was wonderfully comprehensive, wasn't it?

[luckywing]

[ The library was usually a place that would pique the interest of Sakura's friend, but after seeing the collection of books around here, she believes that this particular library would prove otherwise. After she shelves a romance novel, she spots a man nearby. He does fit the description a bit...

She decides to approach him. ]

Excuse me. Um, excuse me!

[ She tries to get his attention, careful not to raise her volume any louder than her library voice. ]

[buildstherobots]

[Tired. Far, far too tired. He nods and stops when she calls(sort of) to him. And it's kind of a relief to nit have to shush her; the librarian is way too picky about volume.]

Yes? Did you come looking for me?

[luckywing]

Yes! I mean, ah, I'm looking for a "gorgeous man"... would you happen to be him, sir?

[buildstherobots]

[Dist waves his hand in front of his face.]

Can't you tell?