[Incomplete]
Characters: Lavi OU (stopxhammertime), Demyx OU (sitar_dork).
Type: Open
Time: afternoon, possibly a week or so after this log
Place: Oeste Library
Rating: PG for now
Summary: Lavi is attempting to avoid people. It's not working.
Warnings/Notes: Lavi's kinda sorta hiding in a corner in the back of the library. Feel free to poke him.
He felt kind of like a loser.
At least, back home, back in his world, there were distractions. Big, scary, deadly distractions. And there were consequences. The old man kept Lavi in line, kept the teenage boy from being the horny pervert he acted, kept him focused on his job. And then, of course, there was the whole "moving" thing - they were always anywhere, as an Exorcist, as a Bookman; he didn't have the time to "make friends" with people outside the Order.
But now... Oh geeze, now he was stuck in a world with nothing to do - no distractions, no moving, no nothing. A world he wasn't even sure they could escape from, or even if they needed to escape. A world that had nothing to offer but time and people. Time to get to know people, time to make friends - friends who dragged you out for ice cream because you underestimated their perceptiveness and they cared.
And he didn't know which way he wanted to go with this now. He didn't have a duty here, didn't have a purpose... He could keep up the facade, cling to useless hope that they'd be returned to their own worlds, or... Or he could just let it go. It had been slipping anyway - Road's nightmare world had kindly shown him that much. But...then what? Between new and old friends...
His head hit the wall with a quiet thud that hurt more than it sounded like it did. The library was peaceful, at least. There were a couple students in here, but they were doing mostly research, so they kept out of the fiction area Lavi had holed himself up in. Sure, he could check the books out, lock himself in his room, or even go to the park, but they had a 30-book limit, and even with all that, he'd just have to come back later in the day (not that he was inclined to carry thirty books). He read fast, remembered everything, could recall it at a moment's notice - and the novels were hardly deep reading.
It was a research of sorts. His grasp of psychology and sociology was millennia behind the current understanding, but what few seemingly reputable sources he could find gave him nothing more than what he could already figure out on his own.
So, he'd turned to romance novels.
They were amusingly bad, but fiction was a mirror to current societal thinking. If he was going to assimilate to this place (which he had no objection to, if indeed his own world was safe and sound), the first thing he had to figure out was what to damn well do about this problem.
...He just hoped no one would come looking for him. Or find him by accident. Being surrounded by what would've passed for porn in his world was not a way he wanted anybody to find him...
Type: Open
Time: afternoon, possibly a week or so after this log
Place: Oeste Library
Rating: PG for now
Summary: Lavi is attempting to avoid people. It's not working.
Warnings/Notes: Lavi's kinda sorta hiding in a corner in the back of the library. Feel free to poke him.
He felt kind of like a loser.
At least, back home, back in his world, there were distractions. Big, scary, deadly distractions. And there were consequences. The old man kept Lavi in line, kept the teenage boy from being the horny pervert he acted, kept him focused on his job. And then, of course, there was the whole "moving" thing - they were always anywhere, as an Exorcist, as a Bookman; he didn't have the time to "make friends" with people outside the Order.
But now... Oh geeze, now he was stuck in a world with nothing to do - no distractions, no moving, no nothing. A world he wasn't even sure they could escape from, or even if they needed to escape. A world that had nothing to offer but time and people. Time to get to know people, time to make friends - friends who dragged you out for ice cream because you underestimated their perceptiveness and they cared.
And he didn't know which way he wanted to go with this now. He didn't have a duty here, didn't have a purpose... He could keep up the facade, cling to useless hope that they'd be returned to their own worlds, or... Or he could just let it go. It had been slipping anyway - Road's nightmare world had kindly shown him that much. But...then what? Between new and old friends...
His head hit the wall with a quiet thud that hurt more than it sounded like it did. The library was peaceful, at least. There were a couple students in here, but they were doing mostly research, so they kept out of the fiction area Lavi had holed himself up in. Sure, he could check the books out, lock himself in his room, or even go to the park, but they had a 30-book limit, and even with all that, he'd just have to come back later in the day (not that he was inclined to carry thirty books). He read fast, remembered everything, could recall it at a moment's notice - and the novels were hardly deep reading.
It was a research of sorts. His grasp of psychology and sociology was millennia behind the current understanding, but what few seemingly reputable sources he could find gave him nothing more than what he could already figure out on his own.
So, he'd turned to romance novels.
They were amusingly bad, but fiction was a mirror to current societal thinking. If he was going to assimilate to this place (which he had no objection to, if indeed his own world was safe and sound), the first thing he had to figure out was what to damn well do about this problem.
...He just hoped no one would come looking for him. Or find him by accident. Being surrounded by what would've passed for porn in his world was not a way he wanted anybody to find him...