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 Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2009 11:16 pm
"Hello, miss. May I see your Barren Pine ID, please?"
"Sure," the green-haired girl replied dryly, rummaging in her left cardigan pocket for a small item about the size of a credit card, containing her official head-shot (double pointed buns and all), her name, her grade level (she was a sophomore, the last she checked), and the Barren Pines logo, which could be used for judging authenticity, which was exactly what the attendant did with Esen Q. Saylor's ID. "Thank you, Esen, you are admitted," the librarian told her, giving the card back. As the sophomore walked off toward the nonfiction department, she wondered how new the person who was checking her in actually was for them not to recognize her, rolling her eyes at the thought of it.
However, Esen had a project to get in for her class. Today it was on quartz in the silicate class. She would have preferred something not from the silicates, but as her science teacher said, everyone was randomized to receive a certain mineral from a certain group. In this case, it was something she already knew about, but a bibliography would help, and reading could be a good refresher - if she could figure out where the science subsection was in the school library.
"Darn it, this place needs my father's help, it seems," Esen muttered under her breath. It became quite apparent to her eyes, even though they were in glasses, that 326.8 was in the same area as 362.7 and 362.9, and Esen suddenly thought that maybe this was why there was a new librarian... or that the administration of BPC has officially hired a new mistake. Even a search on the library database for the books certainly wouldn't fix that mess.
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Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2009 10:25 am
For a library of this magnitude, it contained surprisingly little material of any geographic interest. This might have had a couple of reasons (a: Aggie had already loaned everything she could find, lift and fit in her room, b: she had no idea how to use the library system, c: she normally found things by getting extremely lucky, d: her luck seemed to have run out) but she'd made a general rule of not examining things too closely - things just seemed to go smoother that way.
But the other girl in the aisle, the one with the outrageously green hair she'd seen around school before, seemed to know her way around well enough. Even if she didn't seem particularly keen on it, with the way the skin around her eyes were creasing slightly in what Aggie could only assume to be disapproval or constipation.
Maybe she could help.
"Umh, hello. Hi. I'm Aggie I don't think we've met before but it's really nice to meet you could you help me out?" Damnit, a run-on sentence again, but the girl just looked so.. scary. Who could fault her for being nervous?
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Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2009 11:02 am
Esen's eyes had eventually crinkled at the sight of that unorganized bookshelf; she also found that there was 870.1 up there. Whomever replaced the books had to have even blurrier eyesight, glasses or not, than she had without glasses, to confuse a 3 for an 8.
Hearing something in the silence, she suddenly snapped out of her zone, finding a girl to her left. The girl's burgundy hair was tied up with two pink ribbons that curled around the pigtails created. Bit more normal-looking than her own, it seemed.
"Oh. Hi, um, Aggie," Esen spoke. Her voice was 50% content, and 50% apathetic, not really matching her expression of 'eh.' "I would tell you to go ask a librarian, because I've a project in science I'm trying to get done, but that person at the counter is incompetent, so... what's the problem?" Esen seemed to act like she just didn't care, or was being sarcastic, much of the time; she's just not as expressive as she could be.
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Posted: Tue Nov 10, 2009 11:37 am
"Oh, I know! I heard someone say he only got in 'cause he was family to one of the staff or something. I think it was family. And anyway, I asked for help earlier but he didn't know and he said he was busy." The new librarian didn't look busy to her - he was just standing there, plogging away on the computer. Didn't even look up.
"But uh, thanks a bunch for like, helping me out. I really appreciate it." She beamed at the other girl, thoroughly happy to have found someone nice. If not slightly weird. But there was probably a good reason for that! "I'm looking for some books on minor Hungarian cities."
The librarian had also said that they were unlikely to have any books like that, but that was just ridiculous because Aggie knew for a fact that some of the first years had done a project on this particular subject and used material from this library. Hadn't they?
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Posted: Tue Nov 10, 2009 12:16 pm
"Books on minor Hungarian cities. Books on... minor Hungarian cities?" Esen seemed... no, more like was... flabbergasted, at least, her voice said so, not her face. "I'm in the nonfiction section of the library, but I guess you knew that already. Assuming you need to know actual information beyond stuff that one can find in an atlas, well..." Esen never finished the sentence, but continued with a new one, "I find this highly unlikely if you look at the screwed-up organization of the books themselves, but if we search the catalog with the computer terminals, maybe we'll find the necessary materials."
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Posted: Tue Nov 10, 2009 12:47 pm
Oh no, now the other girl hated her - she knew, just knew, that she should've kept her dorky interests to herself. Should've just walked on and continued to look for it herself, but oh no, she just had to ask for help, from a stranger no less! Of course someone like what's-her-face wouldn't like someone like Aggie, who read about minor Hungarian cities in their spare time.
"W-wait.." Did what's-her-face just say what she thought she did? "You'll help? Really? Even though I want to read about minor Hungarian cities and not something cool like, uh-" Aggie squinted at the book the other girl had been staring at before she came along, "'A History of Fulminates'? What?"
She blinked, a bit stumped by the book in question. What on earth were fulminates and why did they need a history?
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Posted: Tue Nov 10, 2009 3:57 pm
"Fulminates are compounds with a certain type of ion that's very unstable; as a result, most fulminates are used as explosives. I love how our planet's inhabitants work." Stone-face had a hint of sarcasm in the last sentence, since she knew all too well that science was often used in warfare, such as the atomic bomb, which would never have happened without advancements in nuclear fission-
Wait, she thought. Fulminates are not just really unstable materials, they're a part of science. "'A History of Fulminates...' it's numbered...326.8." Esen's voice became slightly thankful. "You just helped me save a bit of time myself, Aggie, thanks for unwittingly helping me figure out where the books on minerals were."
Now she needed to help Aggie out with seeking books on minor Hungarian cities, but Esen couldn't remember that it was next in the mission, since she got a bit sidetracked with 'A History of Fulminates' and picked the book up off the shelf, preparing to crack it open.
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Posted: Thu Nov 12, 2009 11:16 pm
"Um, me too? Especially around Christmas because I can never figure out how to get those lights up on the house, but it looks so daring when other people do it. And when they get turned on, too, haha, I just don't think I'd ever have the stomach to crawl that high up." She looked puzzled, but Aggie was willing to work with the other girl. She didn't seem to have expounded on the 'cool kids'-thing or made any other attempt to make fun of the older girl, so maybe.. just maybe, she could be friend-potential?
"You're welcome! I was glad to help really, I mean, gotta help each other out, right?" An awkward laugh later and Aggie was beaming at her new acquaintance with every mega-watt she could muster.
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Posted: Fri Nov 13, 2009 8:19 pm
Esen would have likely tried to explain to Aggie that she was actually being sarcastic when she was talking about the Earth's inhabitants. Many of the weapons now used in warfare have became more and more advanced, all thanks to stuff learned in various science classes. It wasn't like she hated the classes she was best at, but she could simply imagine what would happen if one of the bullies from her past before being a Piner (she always has been here, at least for high school!) had access to such advanced technology.
Of course, Esen would have only clarified her statement if she actually heard what Aggie was saying to her about people being rather daring to be able to put up Christmas lights. The book on fulminates that Esen held was opened at the very beginning, where there was a table of contents, and the aging pages were the only thing her eyes were focused on then.
If Aggie wanted Esen's help, she'd have to remind the girl with green hair that 'hey, we were in the middle of a conversation!'; the science girl was starting to become rather involved with the book.
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Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2009 8:23 am
But Aggie wasn't the type to bother someone that obviously didn't want to talk to her right now; experience had taught her - through many failures and embarrassing incidents - that trying again later, when the other person had forgotten their immediate anger/embarrassment/harrassed indignance always yielded better results than pressing on after a clear rejection. She wouldn't give up, oh no (Aggie rarely ever gave up), but obviously some tactical planning would be required to win over this girl.
And she really didn't look like the type that'd take continued pestering all that well.
And so, with a faltering smile, the older girl sighed somewhat miserably and nodded to herself: "Yeah, I g-guess not, huh?" and quietly left the newly discovered science to look for a book on minor Hungarian cities for herself.
Maybe she'd even chance the stupid librarian again.
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