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[epistemological]

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/continues here...

[corkscrewed]

I'm going to be avoiding bright lights for a while.

[ a pause, and then: ]

I think I bit Tim.

[ he's going to die. ]

Re: /continues here...

[epistemological]

[ from here]

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[ ...why does it bother him that Martin had inappropriately attacked someone else? ...he'll examine that at some point. Not now, though.]

What reason could you possibly have to BITE anyone?

[corkscrewed]

He clapped his hand over my mouth when I wouldn't stop talking. I shouldn't have told you this. God, I'm never drinking around you lot again. I'm going to go have some water.

[epistemological]

Well that DOES explain the bandage I saw yesterday but I wasn't about to ask him.

[ Talking to Tim was a bit like sticking your hand in a trap with a life wolverine for him. Or, apparently, a live Martin. ]

Now or the next time we decide to break out the drinks?

[corkscrewed]

Oh, no. It needed a bandage??

[ don't mind martin. he's just casually reconsidering every choice he's ever made to lead him to this point. ]

Right now. I'm still sorry I spooked so badly. Thought I'd felt a bug on me.

[ it had been an empty cobweb. ]

[epistemological]

It might have been something else. Was it the right hand or the left?

[ ...he really wishes he could maybe possibly turn off both the compulsion he has around ASKING questions and getting them answered.]

Every smell brush against you is not a bug, Martin. Someone's going to think you're rabid if you don't temper your responses just a little bit.

[corkscrewed]

Right hand. And I know. I'm usually better about it. What about you? How are you feeling?

[ let's be real: martin would answer almost anything jon asked of him, compulsion or not. ]

Did you even get drunk?

for alyein: continued texting

[epistemological]

[ from here]

[ Jon's in the apartment, as he'd said. More importantly, the place has been cleaned from top to bottom, everything neatened and in its place, dishes done and dusting and straightening all throughout the place. The only thing, she'd discover, he hadn't actually touched was her office and her recording booth. Those he considered sacrosanct.

He'll be on the couch with the cat on his lap, a cup of tea forgotten on the coffee table as he waits and provides the required affection to the Admiral.]

[alyein]

[ She'd made sure to get Jon's favourites, then decided to go extra spicy for her chicken tikka masala assuming that it would put Jon off from eating too much of it. Apparently, Georgie is very protective of her food when stressed out.

And this was stressful. She shouldn't have said anything. If Jon had not already freaked out, he probably would, and the last thing she wanted was to say or something that put in jeopardy this found peace between them.

Not only because she enjoyed his company, but also because Jon clearly needed someone on his side who was not involved with the institute.

She toes off her shoes, and balances the bags in one hand as she enters the living room where Jon and the Admiral are. It is painfully domestic. Georgie bites down that sentimental thought. ]

Hey, I got dinner. [ she adds softly: ] Yay for me. [ Then louder: ] Did you... Did you clean everything?

[epistemological]

[ Jon looks up from attending to the belly rubs that have become his sole duty for the last five minutes. His bad hand is off on the side of the couch, but his good one is very dedicated. ]

I've left your office and the recording studio alone. Otherwise-

[ Well, she can see for herself.]

[alyein]

[ Georgie smiles, sets down the bags of Indian food on the coffee table before stepping closer to greet the Admiral with a scratch between his ears.

Teasing:] Thank you, like I said, it's nice to have someone around.

[ A quick glance at his injury makes her smile fade. Note: check if they have enough bandages in the bathroom still. ]

How's your hand?

[epistemological]

[ He raises it and flutters the fingers in a wave. He's... fine. It's bandaged and a little sore, but he's fine. As long as nothing and no one touches it much, he'll be just fine. It's...

Fine's a good word.]

Fine. Just fine. How was... being out?

[alyein]

Fairly normal, I mean, no ghosts, no ghouls, no goblins. [ She nods towards his hand. ] Let me know if we run out of bandages, I'll do a quick run to Boots for some more.

[ She moves to sit down on the couch next to him, staring fixedly at the table now. ] Do you think it'll be less awkward to talk before or after we eat?

[epistemological]

Before.

[ Which is just honesty, honestly. Because if he doesn't get answers soon, it's going to be painfully awkward.]

Private

[therushingsky]

Hey.

So I'm not saying that shoutypants bookburning isn't an asshole, but, um. Instituting, like, a sign in / sign out supervised access only thing at the library might be a good starting point to keep anyone else dying from books.

I mean-- if that won't make this worse somehow?

Private

[epistemological]

No, we've been drafting a warning that I hope will cover as many bases as possible. I'm also considering a pamphlet, but I'm not sure if that won't cause more trouble.

[ There's a pause before. ]

I'm sorry. About your inmate. I- I tried. I tried to restrain him.

I couldn't.

Private

[therushingsky]

We can't restrict access to them at all? I mean, even if we just limited the number of people who could come in at a time, you'd boost your chance of being able to stop someone if they were affected, and if something happened like it did the other day--

[If there was another infectious book, at least the range of effect would be smaller. As for Hux...]

You didn't rip his spine out either.

[Not that it didn't need to be done. It's just really, really hard to take right now.]

It's okay. Sometimes there's no right move.

[epistemological]

Mr. Fraser indicated a desire to offer a courier service, a single entrance and exit point for those who feel unsafe. I... I thought it was a good idea. And I don't see that restricting things somewhat should be of any harm.

It's... it's one of the options we've been considering, including a proper check out system so that we can look over the books before they leave the library. All of it, however, requires that people actually do as is requested.

Which people seem very unwilling to do, at the moment. Leaving me in something of a difficult position.

[ A breath out.]

His spine was ripped out to protect me. Which means that the blame, ultimately-

I am so sorry.

0192303 - Gertrude Robinson - TFLN @ BS

[epistemological]

[ from here]

[ There is a short pause where [ . . . ] flashes on the screen a couple of times before-]

Thank you, Gertrude. For deciding that I was not in my entirety a graceless idiot with the manners of an unfortunate goblin child.

[fainthanded]

I understand you also make an acceptable cup of tea. That's a remarkable CV already.

[epistemological]

Your kindness knows no bounds, Miss Robinson.

[fainthanded]

That's very kind of you to say, Jonathan.

[epistemological]

Was there anything else on that review you'd like me to know about?

[fainthanded]

Are you trying to compel an answer, by chance?

[epistemological]

Honestly, it hadn't even occurred to me.

I didn't think it would work over text.