Professionally crazy

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

[Del is seated at the castle library front desk, her rainbow hair pulled back into a twist, small glasses sitting on her pert nose, and high heeled shoes on her feet.

Yes, she looks professional (gasp!). She is the new castle librarian for the next weekish (though she doesn't think of herself as new at all), and she'll be there to eavesdrop and make cryptic remarks that drive you up the wall.

But she still has the fishnets, never fear. They're just under a pencil skirt and lack the extra holes she usually supplies them with.

She speaks as she hands a book to a ghost, directing it to the proper shelf.]

In the back, and then you make a turn, and it's all the way up. With all the red ones.

((Group loss is go~))

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[thebloodstained.livejournal.com]

[saunters in... catching sight of the librarian. B| Oh. You. You make her uncomfortable.]

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

[Is studiously making herself look unobtrusive. By reading a book. Which happens to be the journal disguised as something else so she can snoop.]

[thebloodstained.livejournal.com]

[....ugh, whatever, she's just here to get a book for her book report. B| just sticks up her nose and marches her way over to the nonfiction aisle.]

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

[Watching out of the corner of her eye, a small smirk curling on her face]

[thebloodstained.livejournal.com]

[..... totally feels that stare. aaaaaaaaaa. tries to ignore it.]

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

[Intent on what kind of book she's getting.]

[thebloodstained.livejournal.com]

[just... something about... food. the history of meat JUST FOOD.]

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

[Is terrib;y nosey and wonders why she's doing a project on food.]

[thebloodstained.livejournal.com]

[BECAUSE SHE LIKES FOOD OKAY okay... sob]

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

[FINE. That's not nearly as interesting as journal gossip. She'll go back to that now.]

[knightprodigy.livejournal.com]

[In your library, reading your love poems.]

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

[/stalking what kind of poems. Those are for his girl, aren't they~?]

[knightprodigy.livejournal.com]

[w-what, no, not at all >>

ahem

Yes.

Yes, they are but don't tell anyone. Especially not her!]

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

[Who would the librarian tell? She's far to quiet and cryptic for that kind of nonsense~]

[knightprodigy.livejournal.com]

[Oh good. Good. As it should be.]

Hi, I'd like to take this, please.

[One copy of One Hundred and One Classic Love Poems to go.

He's not acting embarrassed in any way, in fact, he's grinning in good cheer, even!]

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

[That doesn't mean she won't give cryptic hints to everyone.]

Your girl might love this, but include a bit of chocolate with your note.

[Scan, swipe, take out card and stamp. Hands to book back.]

[knightprodigy.livejournal.com]

[Oh dear.]

Oh, this is just for inspiration.

[A pause.]

Not. That. She doesn't inspire me already, just that-- Ah [why is he explaining this to the librarian?]

Chocolate, right. Thank you, I'll bear that in mind.

[Insert awkward laugh here! Oh God get him out of here. Quick!]

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

Two weeks.

[A conspiratorial smile.]

[knightprodigy.livejournal.com]

No worries.

[Can't...place that smile, but it unsettles him slightly.

He addresses her once again, over his shoulder as his leaves.]

Wish me luck?

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

Good luck.

[knightprodigy.livejournal.com]

[He smiles and ducks out the door.

Boy is he going to need it, too. Poor Jilly doesn't have a damn clue.]

[thebloodstained.livejournal.com]

[saunters in... catching sight of the librarian. B| Oh. You. You make her uncomfortable.]

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

[Is studiously making herself look unobtrusive. By reading a book. Which happens to be the journal disguised as something else so she can snoop.]

[thebloodstained.livejournal.com]

[....ugh, whatever, she's just here to get a book for her book report. B| just sticks up her nose and marches her way over to the nonfiction aisle.]

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

[Watching out of the corner of her eye, a small smirk curling on her face]

[thebloodstained.livejournal.com]

[..... totally feels that stare. aaaaaaaaaa. tries to ignore it.]

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

[Intent on what kind of book she's getting.]

[thebloodstained.livejournal.com]

[just... something about... food. the history of meat JUST FOOD.]

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

[Is terrib;y nosey and wonders why she's doing a project on food.]

[thebloodstained.livejournal.com]

[BECAUSE SHE LIKES FOOD OKAY okay... sob]

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

[FINE. That's not nearly as interesting as journal gossip. She'll go back to that now.]

[knightprodigy.livejournal.com]

[In your library, reading your love poems.]

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

[/stalking what kind of poems. Those are for his girl, aren't they~?]

[knightprodigy.livejournal.com]

[w-what, no, not at all >>

ahem

Yes.

Yes, they are but don't tell anyone. Especially not her!]

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

[Who would the librarian tell? She's far to quiet and cryptic for that kind of nonsense~]

[knightprodigy.livejournal.com]

[Oh good. Good. As it should be.]

Hi, I'd like to take this, please.

[One copy of One Hundred and One Classic Love Poems to go.

He's not acting embarrassed in any way, in fact, he's grinning in good cheer, even!]

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

[That doesn't mean she won't give cryptic hints to everyone.]

Your girl might love this, but include a bit of chocolate with your note.

[Scan, swipe, take out card and stamp. Hands to book back.]

[knightprodigy.livejournal.com]

[Oh dear.]

Oh, this is just for inspiration.

[A pause.]

Not. That. She doesn't inspire me already, just that-- Ah [why is he explaining this to the librarian?]

Chocolate, right. Thank you, I'll bear that in mind.

[Insert awkward laugh here! Oh God get him out of here. Quick!]

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

Two weeks.

[A conspiratorial smile.]

[knightprodigy.livejournal.com]

No worries.

[Can't...place that smile, but it unsettles him slightly.

He addresses her once again, over his shoulder as his leaves.]

Wish me luck?

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

Good luck.

[knightprodigy.livejournal.com]

[He smiles and ducks out the door.

Boy is he going to need it, too. Poor Jilly doesn't have a damn clue.]