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High-functioning Marshmallow
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 Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2011 3:06 am
-The Lovely Library- Located in the middle of town, the Lovely Library was created by Alanis LeBlanc after she had enough of the lack of good books on the island. Even thought there already was a library, she took the first oportunity to take over and to completly remodel it into a three floor building. Not because she thought that a good library should have three floors, but because it took three floors only to fit her own book colection that she had accumulated over the years. Sure, the whole third floor is made of books not... suitable for children, but it's the thought that counts, right? Various tables can be found on the first floor as a reading area. There's also three vending machines for snack and beverages. Unlike most libraries, silence is not expected in here, for it is common to hear the head Librarian just chatting away with her employees and customers, as well as the classical music always playing.
Open: 10:00AM - 6:00PM
Closed: Sundays and Holidays
Library Workers:
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Posted: Sun Oct 30, 2011 2:02 pm
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ALANIS LEBLANC
LIKE TINY GODS RESTING ON MY WINDOWPANE ☆ ☆ ☆ WILL I EVER BE THE SAME AGAIN? ╔════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════
Ah~ What a lovely day for a lovely girl to be sorting lovely book in a lovely library! Yes, Alanis was quite content of doing her librarian job. It had been one of her dream job since she was a kid. It seemed that all the perfect heroines in all the books she had been reading were all bookish girls, so why shouldn’t she just love working with books? And besides, considering that almost all of the books in the library were from her personal collections, it felt much more like her sorting through her things rather than work. Yes, indeed, taking the job up when the last head librarian left for god knows where (she never liked her enough to begin with) was one of the best ideas she ever had, right next to kidnapping Lucas’s pet turtle and forcing him to date her.
All that seems so far away now that she thought about… Did that make her old? Oh! Of course not! She was still as beautiful as when she was fifteen! In fact, nature had been wonderful on her and made it seem like she had never aged a single day ever since. Ah, to be a Mary Sue! Such blessing from the Goddess. It really was hard work to be so perfect all the time. She doubted that she would have been able to keep it up if she hadn’t got some special powers, like eternal youth, out of it. Especially with 8 kids at home. They were easy to take cared off, but if she hadn’t been perfect, she had no idea what would have happened! Oh well, she still had a wonderful husband who would take marvellous care of them… when he wasn’t busy fainting every time he remembered the total number of children he had.. Oh well, it was a cute facets of his personality!
Alanis sigh and rolled her eyes, thinking of how silly her husband could be before putting the last book away. She had done good works today! All proud of herself, she skipped walked down from the second floor where she was to get to the front desk on the first floor. With the way the library was built, it was easy to see if there was any customer waiting for services, and even if she didn’t notice them for a reason or another, he absolutely cute and adorable assistant would have been there to take care of them! Oh~ Laurent! She had done good to hire him! After all, every good Mary Sue needed a gay friend with whom to talk sodomy and p***s! She wouldn’t talk of that with her husband, he would faint, or with the random client of the library, like Quentin who was currently sitting in the back working on some work and another. No! She had Laurent to talk about those things! Good old Laurent! Now, where was he. She hadn’t asked him if he had sodomize today, yet.
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Posted: Sun Oct 30, 2011 7:58 pm
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Morgan was doing what he always did. Sitting at a table, his face barely visible from the large stack of books in front of him, all of which were about time travel and such subjects. He was currently reading about astral projections and trying to decide if it was possible that this could finally solve the big question for him. There was, of course, a few seconds when he would dare to look over at Quentin and give a small smile. But, it probably wasn't even noticed since he was smiling at the back of Quentin's head, but y'know. That was the farthest he could get to being the conversation initiator. So, he got back into his book, it was more important than any conversation ever could be anyway! It could make him no longer afraid of so many things! So, he'd be back to 8403 1/2 things that scare him.
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Posted: Sun Oct 30, 2011 9:23 pm
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ALANIS LEBLANC
LIKE TINY GODS RESTING ON MY WINDOWPANE ☆ ☆ ☆ WILL I EVER BE THE SAME AGAIN? ╔════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════
Oh yes! What a lovely day this was! She had barely had to look for Laurent, when his very recognizable voice came from behind a row of books. Ah, always working like a good little employee. Yes, definitively, she had done a good job hiring him! ”Good day, Laurent”, she practically chanted with her, obviously, perfect toned voice. “Did you sodomize a lot today?” Now, if there was one thing the young looking woman knew, it was that it was very important to keep up with the news of her friends and employees prostates. It was a good way to know the average health they were in! Oh, she was such a wonderful boss, wasn’t she? Always so caring about everyone around her. It was almost a wonder why she hadn’t already received an award for the most perfect person on the island! Oh… Wait a minute… She already had such an aware! Oh, silly her, forgetting something like that for a moment
It wasn’t important if Laurent was the one being sodomize or doing it, as long as some sodomy was being done! In fact, she could probably even invite Laurent to join her and Lucas! Surely her husband wouldn’t mind that at all! Afterall, it isn’t gay if it’s in a three way! But wait a second…. Something had hit her like a big pile of brick in a bag that had been throw by Xiero! Could it be… Just… perhaps that… Nooo… She looked Laurent from head to toe, suspicions obvious on her face… for about a moment until she throw that away and returned her lovely smile on her lovely face . Yup! Laurent was deffinitly on the receiving end. Lucas had nothing to worry about! But then again, she would probably have to speak about it with Lucas first… Time to get on another subject then! ”So tell me, honey, how are you and your –brother- (yeah, right “brother”) doing? Getting used to the island yet?” They had been on the island for what? A seaons? Two? Surely no more than that. That boy had only been working for her for a bit less than a season and she had never seen him before that.
Back to the other side of the library, where Morgan had been thinking if he could really kill a man in his dream and secretly checking Quentin out, in a –damnIwishwewerebetterfriendsbutI’mtoscaretodoanything- way and not in any way romantic, Quentin was still reading through his medicine book, frowning. Oh, he wasn’t frowning because that stuff was hard. No, even at only sixteen years old, with his way above average Intellectual Quotient and the private tutoring form Judith, med school had been relatively easy. What he was frowning about was that he had noticed an error in the textbook! Those two chemicals didn’t go together! What kind of stupid things was his teacher making him read? Next time he was back at the city, he would make sure to drop him a visit and demand some serious explanation!
As he was trying to make up some fancy swearwords in his head to tell his teacher, he felt something strange; like If someone was staring at him. He put his book down and looked around him, trying to see if there was anyone there, trying to get his attention, but he couldn’t see anyone. Then, he turned around on his chair to look if anyone was there, but no, there was no one. Well, there was Morgan, but it’s not like he counted for anything. Still, Quentin stared at him for a second, got bored of it, and returned to his book. If Morgan had wanted something, he would have just said so. Or hinted at it by fainting or screaming or something less quiet than what he was doing right now. Nope, it had all been his imagination. Still, it was nice to know that someone like Morgan was smart enough to not bother him. He hated it when people bothered him, but who wouldn’t?
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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Posted: Mon Oct 31, 2011 4:45 pm
_____ Laurent smiled at the girl, and after realizing that she wasn't just skipping by, he stuck more than just his head out to greet her. Ah, his work day wouldn't be complete if he had went home before being asked the great question. Alanis was so intrusive, but it didn't even seem intrusive when she did it. She had such a great way of presenting herself, it jut made him that much happier to be in her wonderful presence. "No, I have yet to sodomize in any way, actually." He wasn't sure if he ever would tell her if he actually did sodomize. Oh, who was he trying to kid, it's not like he could tell Claude. Whenever he finally sodomized, he'd be running straight to Alanis as fast as he could and spilling his guts of every minute detail until she would probably be so disgusted that she would never ask him about his sodomy again. Maybe he shouldn't tell her every detail... It would be nice to have someone he could talk about his sexcapades to. Well, if they ever started to happen.
He was a little happy that she was quick to change the subject, he didn't want to be hounded about going out and meeting someone to sleep with. He already got enough of that from Claude, not the sleep with, of course. But, to meet some people. Who was he talk anyway, he didn't have any friends yet. The jerk. But, wait. What was it that she was saying? Ah, yes. "Oh, but of course. The island is quite beautiful and I'm actually finding everything easier. I haven't gotten lost in days!" Maybe he was a little too blunt with her, but it just felt so easy for him to pour out his soul to her. If he wasn't gay, he would have unrealistically fell in love with her instantaneously. She was that special. "I do, however, need to get out more. But, enough about me, I'm sure your day is going wonderfully?" He placed his hands behind his back and held them together, always feeling so odd in a standing position. What was the appropriate thing to do with your damn hands?!
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Morgan was deep in concentration when he heard the chair a little way's up from him move. That could only mean one thing, Quentin was stirring. Morgan looked up from his book just in time to see the boy sit back down. Could it have been that in that weird silence of a few seconds that he was staring back at him? But, was this even real? For all he knew, he was projecting himself reading a book about projection in the library with Quentin. Oh no. That could only mean one thing! Quentin was the victim! He could feel him looking at him, but couldn't see him! Because he didn't have super special ghost-like vision! Oh goddess. What was he supposed to do? He sat there, on the verge of hyperventilation when it dawned on him that there was only one way to know what was going on for sure. He closed the book, ever so delicately and stood up in the same manner. He then took a deep breath, placed his hands at both sides of his body, and let it out. "QUENTIN! RUN! I'M GOING TO KILL YOU! NOT THAT I MEAN TO! I'M PROJECTING! WELL, IN TWO WAYS. SEE, MY VOICE IS PROJECTING, BUT I'M REALLY ASLEEP SOMEWHERE ELSE! YOU PROBABLY CAN'T EVEN HEAR ME RIGHT NOW! BUT I WANT YOU TO KNOW THAT IF YOU DIE, I DIDN'T MEAN IT!" There, that should do it. Let's just hope that Quentin had ghost-like hearing.
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Posted: Mon Oct 31, 2011 8:09 pm
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ALANIS LEBLANC
LIKE TINY GODS RESTING ON MY WINDOWPANE ☆ ☆ ☆ WILL I EVER BE THE SAME AGAIN? ╔════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════
He hadn’t gotten sodomize yet? Well, wasn’t that just sad! Poor child! He would never know the joy of Sodomy! It was sad, in fact, that she could now feel a small tear flowing down her left cheek. Yes, Laurent’s story had just melted her heart away! So much, in fact, that she couldn’t resist but to simply grab him into a tight (well, as tight as a lady could give) hug. ”Oh, Laurent! Laurent! Don’t worry. I’m sure that, once day, a young and beautiful blonde prince will go and take your virginity away. Just hang in there, my friend. Soon. Soon.” She knew all too well how hard it was to wait for your young prince to come to you. She had, afterall, taken matters in her own hands when Lucas was starting to take too long to ask her to date her, and let her tell you, kidnapping that turtle and inventing Saw-worthy death traps hadn’t been easy!
Alright, enough with all those overflowing emotions! Almost as quick as those tears had started flowing, she was back to normal; her makeup strangely not affected the slightest by her tears – not that she wore any makeup to begin with. She was just that pretty naturally. ”Well, Laurent, I’m happy you don’t get lost anymore!” She stopped talking, looking left and right to make sure that no one was listening to then, and then proceeded in a light whisper. ”If you ever get lost again. Just sing! A nice forrest critter will come to help you! Works all the time with me!” The litte forest animals really were useful! Always willing to give a paw when Alanis needed one! Or maybe they were just so afraid of her because they knew what she was capable off if they didn’t come and help her…
As Alanis kept explaining to Laurent how to properly sing in the middle of a forest, on the other side of the library, some noise that were far from being Morgan’s beautiful singing voice were being made. Quentin, not expecting Morgan to start shooting like that, especially not all that close to him, reacted in the only possible way a normal human would have react. In other words, he got up quickly from his chair, making it fall on its back, and threw the book he was currently reading right toward Morgan’s forehead. It hadn’t been made on purpose, but when someone start shooting at you that they are going to kill you, on purporse or not, it wasn’t such a strange reaction to have. ”…Are you okay, Morgan?”
”SILENCE IN THE LIBRARY!” Ah… well… That had to be expected. Even Alanis couldn’t keep talking about Sodomy and bird when people were screaming and throwing book around the library….
”areyouokaymorgan?”
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2011 4:13 pm
_____ Laurent was staring at Alanis with a look of horror when he saw the precious tear slide down her perfect cheek. Why hadn't he lied to her? Oh, he couldn't bear to see such a beautiful woman cry! It was enough to break his heart and make him start to cry! But, the shock of her hug brought him out of that state and into a much more awkward state for him. He had to keep screaming inside his head p***s, LAURENT. p***s. just to make it through the hug without coming out a straight man. He wondered how many good men had been turned to the darker side by such wonderful women. Maybe if they had these around home he never would have been gay in the first place! Oh, it was just all so new and odd to him. The reassurance of his sexuality was then brought back around when his conscious began to sing A Whole New World. Ah, Aladdin. It was even better on broadway! But, wait. What had she just said? He really needed to stop getting lost in that beautiful blond hair and wonderfully golden eyes to match... BLAST! He had done it again. He was standing there, mouth slightly open, just gazing at her, when he realized that he should probably answer before she thought her hug had caused brain damage. He wanted to tell her that he had sodomized before, just not here. But, that seemed far too awkward now that she was hugging him.
He was glad that she moved right back along to getting lost, but she didn't make much sense. Critters helped her? That was a bit odd, maybe she was the delusional one of the two. He simply just raised an eyebrow at her and nodded. Yeah, a nod was a good way to let her know he didn't think she was completely crazy. "So, is there anything you want me to get d----" He was cut off by the screaming and his attention was dragged over to the two boys. Just when he was beginning to think the island was normal, but he shouldn't judge based on one person. "Oh my, did that boy just hit the other with a book? Do you think he's all right?" Laurent wasn't going over there. What if there was blood? He'd just die.
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Morgan was laying on the floor now. His hand was on his forehead, massaging it. Who knew that books were that hard? Then it dawned on him. If books hurt that much when thrown from that far, what would happen if a book turned on him while in his hand? Why, he could never read again. Books were obviously out to get him. Quentin would never hurt him, after all. Books had betrayed him! But, he needed them. How would he understand the murder he had caused? He was so conflicted right now, it was just like the debate he had with himself over his private area all over again! Yes, Morgan still called it that. He had never had anyone to have the talk with him, what else was he supposed to call it? Big dangle-y thing just sounded weird. Morgan opened his eyes, and looked at the spinning ceiling above him. Was that supposed to be spinning? He didn't really know, not that he knew much of anything in the state that he was in.
He sat up and looked over at the three Quentins. This caused another realization for him, Quentin could see him, after all! And, that meant that by throwing the book he had saved his own life and saved Morgan from going to jail! Oh, he was a hero! Morgan slowly stood up and looked down at the ground to be sure that his legs were working properly before sprinting towards Quentin and wrapping his arms around him. "Yes, Quentin! I'm fine! A bit dizzy. But fine! I just wanted to thank you for saving yourself! By not letting me kill you, you saved me from jail! Boy, am I glad that you can see me! I thought you were a goner for sure!" He kept his arms wrapped around the male while he spoke; he was just far too happy to let go!
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Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2011 1:50 pm
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ALANIS LEBLANC
LIKE TINY GODS RESTING ON MY WINDOWPANE ☆ ☆ ☆ WILL I EVER BE THE SAME AGAIN? ╔════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════
Alanis just couldn’t believe it! People throwing books in her library! How could they! No respect! She had never been so insulted in her life before! Oh, of course, there was that one time with that guy who had tried too…. But it was alright, her brain was a magical place that could change the past and make hr completely forget about that awful moment back when she was a teenager. Ah, beautiful years of her life, ruling over the highschool and being a queen! Not that she wasn’t one anymore, but now that she was married and had eight children, she was content with her life. In fact, she was so happy with it now that she thought about it, that she decided to let the boys in the back throw books at each others. ”It’s alright, Laurent. Boys will be Boys! They need to let all that energy come out!” She just hoped they wouldn’t destroy one of her precious books while doing so. It was her personal collection after all! At least, knowing both Quentin and Morgan, she knew that they weren’t using the books from her special private collection. That would just have been too much! Just the thought of it was almost enough to have her faint of the spot! Oh, but she couldn’t, not now! She had a library to run, she could faint when she got home later that night. ”Ah! Look! Laurent! They are now making up! Hugging each others! Aren’t they cute! With luck… They might actually start making out! And sodomize each other on the table! We should spy on them.”
Being hugged like that was not something that Quentin was used to do, or be done too. In their home, neither of his dads really ever hugged him, unless it was to show Bela or the Tepes bother how wonderful parents they (his dads) were compared to them (Bela and the Tepes). Sure, he had Wilhelm glomp him on more than one occasion, but it never lasted long, or at least, not that long. Anyone standing in Quentin’s line of sigh could tell without any trouble that he was quite shocked by the… over attention that Morgan was giving him, but that didn’t last long. His expression soon turned back into one of boredom with a mild annoyance to it. His arms were laying straight against his body. He wasn’t the kind to return the hug, and even if he had been, it was sort of impossible considering how Morgan was squeezing him. ”Morgan… Like usual, I have no idea what you are talking about…. But how should I save you, or me, again if you keep restraining me like this?”
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2011 6:55 am
_____ Laurent watched the scene play out in front of him; Alanis' understanding was a bit odd to him. Hadn't she been the one that was just yelling about it? Now, she was letting them be boys? Well, whatever made that pretty face happy. His attention was drawn back to the boys when he saw the one running out of the corner of his eye. What were they doing? Was this one of those flash mob things? That would be awesome. No, surely there would have to be more than two people to have one of those. Too bad. Aww, they were making up, how sweet. Laurent was quite happy that they wouldn't have to break up a fight, but it seemed that Alanis was cheery for a completely different reason. Not that Laurent wouldn't absolutely love if they got down and dirty right there, but it was weird for a lady to say something like that.
He looked over at Alanis with a smile, "You love you some sodomy, don't you?" He couldn't help but laughing; he had never come into contact with a girl that liked this sort of thing, not that he ever really paid much attention to what girls liked. It's not like he ever wanted to impress them, there was just something weird about Alanis. Something perfect. So much so that when the possibility of watching two young boys go at it on a table, he chose to gaze at her.
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Morgan was holding on to Quentin as tightly as possible, a person's life had never seemed so important to him before. He knew that he had almost made this life vanish, maybe that's what made it mean so much. He could hear his voice, feel his body warmth, it was all so great. Wait, what he was saying was so true! What if the killer in him had seen this as a way to get close to the boy and confuse him from the real threat! He could pull a weapon that the killer had stashed on his body and stab the crap out of Quentin's legs from right here! He released him and stood in front of him, smiling at him. "I'm sorry, you're so right. I wish I could explain it all to you, but I fear you wouldn't believe me. You'd think I was crazy! Can you imagine something that bad that it would make me seem crazy?" He laughed this off and looked over to the two library workers, "Besides, talks such as that aren't safe here. If you want to know the truth, you'll have to visit my house. But, if you want to visit my house, you'll have to knock seven times. The first two slow, the next three fast, and then the last two slow again. Otherwise, I won't answer. Someone could be trying to get in and rub chocolate all over my body." He trembled at the thought, who could ever be so sick as to rub chocolate on a person. That would be too much to bear, and that was coming from someone who killed a person.
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2011 3:28 pm
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ALANIS LEBLANC
LIKE TINY GODS RESTING ON MY WINDOWPANE ☆ ☆ ☆ WILL I EVER BE THE SAME AGAIN? ╔════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════
Oh, no! No! Noooo! They had let go of eah other without without a single kiss! Not even a little innocent butt grabbing! Oh, silly boys! They really knew how to ruin a moment and not take a hint! It was the same thing with Lucas! She had to be the one doing every step of the relationship in order to guide him into realizing that he was in love with her and wanted to marry her and use his super spermies to give her eight children in one shot! One of those two kids should have done the same thing! She was sure that Morgan would look good pregnant! Because, if the world of erotic fanfiction had thought her anything, it was that males could get pregnant if enough love was there!
”But of course, Laurent! Sodomy is the ultimate proof of love! You give yourself fully to someone that one! Or his bestfriend. Bestfriends are okay too, but only if they are doing it at the same time as your husband and/or boyfriend… or both. See? Sodomy is so versatile! It’s wonderful!” It also was the only way to share someone’s love without betraying the vows made to the Goddess. Oh, thank her for that little loophole in the marriage contract~ Still, even thought all of that, she just didn’t understand why those two weren’t going at it on the table… Unless… Oh! Of course! ”Quick! Laurent! Run to the store and go buy some condoms! That’s why they aren’t doing it! Hurry! Go! Run! Before the moment is gone! THE FATE OF THEIR RELATIONSHIP REST ON YOU.”
Ignoring the two librarian talking and spying on them, perhaps due to him not caring, perhaps due to him starting to run out of oxygene, Quentin had, for goddess knows how many time since he knew Laurent, to wonder if the boy mental stability was all there. Thankfully, before he could dwell too much on that thought, Morgan released him from his bear trap and oxygen started to flow back inside of Quentin. The boy cough twice, the sudden flow of hair making him choke a little, but soon enough, he was back breathing like a normal human being with a slight addiction to cigarettes.
”As a mater of fact, Morgan, yes. Yes, I can easily imagine something that would make you look crazy.” It really wasn’t hard and the boy was sort of looking for it… What was all that talk about knowing the truth and visiting the house. What was there to know anyway? Surely, that was just another one of Morgan’s disillusion. Still…. Quentin frown as he looked Morgan up and down. Could he be bothered too? Well… It wasn’t like he had anything else to do…. But he didn’t really feel like it either… middle ground then. ”Alright… If I’m ever… ready for the truth.. I’ll visit you and knock like that…. Someday. Unless there’s a time limit to the invitation?”
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Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2011 7:34 pm
_____ Laurent was chuckling at everything Alanis was saying, oh she was just so funny. Even her humor was top notch and on par with the best of the best. Everything was so wonderful near her. The sun creeping through the window seemed a little brighter now that he was beside her. The bird's song seemed a bit more beautiful since she was near. The normal hug in front of them seemed so romantic since she was there. Yes, she amplified everything to it's most supreme state. She was heavenly. Just heavenly. "I'm honestly not so sure what you're talking about, but I'm not versatile. I prefer a certain... routine, let's call it." He couldn't say such vile things around her. She seemed to know so much about it all, so surely she would know what he meant.
He couldn't contain himself from going from blushing back to laughing when she continued talking about the two boys. But wait. That last part wasn't a joke. He looked at her face and knew that she really wanted him to go buy condoms. "Are... are you serious?" He stopped laughing and took his hand that was initially attempting to muffle his laughter and placed it in his pocket. He was a bit hesitant to even ask, surely she didn't really mean that they should have sex right here. She couldn't mean that she expected him to fund a live porno. Oh but she did. Her face told him everything he needed to know almost instantly and he pulled out a condom from his wallet. "I've got one here!" He smiled, the feeling of how awkward this was simply floating above and away from him.
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Morgan looked at Quentin with a hint of worry. "Are you okay? Do you have asthma? I don't have my health kit with me, so I can just pat your back if you want? Oh, why am I asking! You can't breathe! I should start CPR now." Just when he was about to take Quentin into his arms and throw him on the ground to begin breathing sweet air into his lungs, he began to speak normally. It was also great that he was back to cracking his jokes, those silly little zingers that made him so wonderful. Morgan wasn't crazy, Morgan knew that Morgan wasn't crazy. Morgan knew it so well that he often told Morgan that he wasn't crazy, just for special not-crazy back-up. Morgan allowed a little chuckle before going back to serious mode. Did he really want to visit? No one had ever accepted the invitation to come visit. Maybe that was due to the fact that he had never invited anyone else, but still, it was enough to almost bring a tear to his eye. But, he couldn't let his eyes be taken over by the tear fairies. That just wouldn't be natural! The tear fairies were probably the ones that caused all of the grief in the first place. Silly things. Causing grief, who does that? "Oh, no. There's no time limit. But, if you come on any day ending in 4, you're going to have to knock a lot louder than any other day you come on. Days ending in 4 are when I sleep with both eyes closed."
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Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2011 1:10 am
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ALANIS LEBLANC
LIKE TINY GODS RESTING ON MY WINDOWPANE ☆ ☆ ☆ WILL I EVER BE THE SAME AGAIN? ╔════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════
Quentin stared at Morgan. Staring seemed like the appropriate situation right now. He liked to concider himself to be one of the smartest person living on the island, however, right now, nothing made sense anymore. Morgan never made sense, the two librarians were shouting something about condoms, the room was spinning, in other words, everything was going to hell. He closed his eyes for a second, trying to make sense of it all, and yet, he failed. Quentin didn’t like to fail; it made him feel like John. Oh, he loved John, but he wouldn’t want to be him for all the money in the Sonata’s bank account. When a situation started to feel exactly like how it was feeling right now, it usually was his cue to leave the place and return to the boring world that was outside…. But the world was boring! He didn’t like boring… yet, he couldn’t stay here anymore either… Therefore, he would have to do that one thing he would probably regret later in life. ”…Morgan… Let’s go to your place. Now.” Yes, he was probbaly asking to go somewhere even crazier than her, but at least the walk over would give him a small break. Without wasting anymore time in this crazy place, he walked our of the door, passing by his aunt that was giving him the crazy eyes….
…Aunt who’s eyes soon shed teers. Both boys were leaving…? Justlike that? But… BUT! They didn’t had any sex! No Sodomy! How.. How could it be! She quickly turned around and grabbed Laurent by the collar of his shirt. ”Laurent! Tell me! Why are they leaving! Where did we fail! WHY! WHYYYY!” She stopped for a moment, letting her eyes trails down toward the square packaging the the man was holding in his hands. Could it be that… ”Laaaaauuuuureeennnnt? What size is that. I bet it’s too small of a size! You insulted them! Now; they are gone because of you. Look what you have done!” Now, she would have to grab her cellphone and tweet that, in the end, there wouldn’t be any hawt malexmale action happening at the library that afternoon. Her 20583 fans would be disappointed.
(Exit Quentin~ And Maybe Morgan?)
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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Posted: Fri Nov 25, 2011 3:45 pm
 Priscilla Viniva -The Mechanic- After many failures in attempting to manage to write the word 'Mechanic' on a sign, Priscilla deemed it best to venture to the library. It was pretty useless for her to sit at home and waste her paper on two dozen attempts. She would just have to deal with her slight pride trust issues and ask for help. Wouldn't it be something if the librarian showed her how to spell the wrong word? Just to sabotage her? It seemed unlikely, but Priscilla couldn't help but be a little paranoid when it came to her business. She knew people could be ruthless. If she were able to find a dictionary, she might not even have to ask a person to help her, and if the dictionary wasn't useful, hopefully a librarian would be. That's what they're there for, right? Prepared with a piece of paper and a pen in her pocket, she opened the doors to the library. While she wasn't sure what to expect, she certainly wasn't expecting the strange layout of the place, and even more oddly, there was music playing. Unable to hide the slightly quizzical look on her face, she gently shut the door behind her, resisting the urge to gape at the rows and rows of books. Back where her parents lived, the library was a sad looking building with even an even more depressing amount of books. Even with the music playing, Priscilla tried not to make a loud disturbance as she went to attend to her business here at the library.
Setting her paper down on one of the many empty tables, she stood, hands on her hips and pen in mouth, and tried to determine where to start first. It wasn't like she could really read any of the signs too well. "Hmph. This just may be a problem..." Mumbling to herself, Priscilla stepped carefully around the shelves, looking for any particularly thick book, because dictionaries were always thick! Thick and boring, but useful. Snatching an older looking book from the shelf, perhaps just to avoid a librarian from popping out of nowhere and scaring the s**t out of her, she flipped through the pages as if she knew what she was looking for. At least she was aware of the alphabet used around here, so it started with an 'M', but she couldn't see any letters on the top of the page. This obviously isn't it. Just writing it down was so difficult, and so different, from Arabic. Her 'M's were a little shaky, and she always wrote the 'e's backwards, but after the 'me' in mechanic, she was lost. Perhaps she should have fetched Sothen before coming here. He always had a knack for finding things without causing a lot of ruckus. With a quiet sigh, and in her frustration, Priscilla hastily shoved the book back on the shelf with a thud. But in her careless demeanor, the book was shoved back into the wrong shelf, pressuring the nearby books to buckle out and either teeter near the edge or fall over, hitting the ground with several thuds. At least there wasn't a lot of dust around here.
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Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2011 2:13 pm
It wasn't very interesting, though, and he had just about lost interest when a sudden sound forced him out of thought. However close he was to closing the book on his own, Ed still wasn't very happy that he forgot his place in the book and even more irritated that someone had made such a ruckus. After practically growing up in the library, Ed had learned to accept the classical music played in the background as just part of the scenery; books toppling over, now.. That wasn't part of his normal environment. He closed the book he had, leaving it on the table he normally sat at, and stood up. It didn't take very long for him to locate where the sound had come from and, when he did, he found himself feeling no better than he had before. A woman, about an inch taller than him and garbed rather.. gaudily, stood infront of a mess. She looked foreign in every regard, especially standing in such a nice library as this. “You're lost.” He said assuredly to himself; there was no way a woman like that had any intention of being here. She looked like she was in search of the occult shop or maybe even the strip club, not the peace that came at a library. “This is the library. Where were you trying to get to? I can give you directions.”
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Posted: Sun Dec 04, 2011 8:30 pm
_____ //Paradox methinks?
Laurent just kind of stared blankly at Alanis after the boys had begun to leave. There was a few reasons for this. One was the shock that she was crying again, it just made his heart ache! Then there was the fact that she grabbed him by his collar and probably ruffled his fancy suit top. But, he was too busy staring at her to care at this point. "I... I don't know why they're leaving." He managed to mumble out before the issue of the condom came up. He first felt a little offended, but then he remembered that he couldn't be mad at her. She was just too great to stay mad at. She was so nice to him giving him this wonderful job and always listening to him and she was so pretty! She had such a great physique even with having so many children and those cheek bones... p***s... p***s... He looked down at the condom and then back at her. "It's not that small... No, you're probably right. I'm sorry Miss Alanis, it'll never happen again." He felt like it was all his fault. They almost witnessed sodomy and his condom wasn't big enough! What an outrage. "I'll go tidy something now." He slumped his head down and retreated into the books for comfort.
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Morgan was a bit overjoyed to know that the invitation wasn't going to have to wait long! He figured he'd have to keep an eye open on the days ending in 4 just because Quentin was the type to show up then just to spite him. He couldn't resist the large smile that came as he thought of all the fun that they would have. They could lay on the floor in the living room and contemplate quantum physics. But better than that, they could try to join chakras and astrally project together, maybe to the far ends of the universe. It could solve a lot of mysteries! Oh, it all seemed so great. "Okay! Let me grab my books." He turned from Quentin to grab the stack of books that made it a little difficult to see. Good thing Morgan was in tune with all of his surroundings and could easily find his way home from here while blinded. "Follow me, Quentin. Oh, we're going to have so much fun." He kicked the door open and walked out.
[EXEUNT LAURENT AND MORGAN.]
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