I'd always found it hard to believe that some people could just lose books, but it happens. One day you remember that you owned a title or other, go to look for it, and it's gone. Improbable, but apparently it happens more often than you'd think.

[Fugo's sitting in the library, one elbow on the desk, chin on his hand. He looks mildly bored, as he ( Read more... )

[And now for some mood whiplash.

The video flickers on, the Guide wedged between Fugo's belt-- the feed activates during the middle of a conversation, focusing on the waistline of an alien as it speaks to the owner of the Guide.]

--and we don't want the likes of you here. We have enough refugees without humans like you stinking it up.

[Apparently, the ( Read more... )

[Fugo looks quite bored when the video feed flickers on, and he's tapping a pen against the side of his head idly, a stack of papers in front of him.]

I haven't been to high school in ages, but the curriculum in space is hardly any different from what we had in Italy. Come on, we're on a spaceship-- they really could try to give us a little bit more ( Read more... )

[Fugo is very much aware that there have been a flood of network transmissions, all asking for people to report in: he doesn't want to add to the rush, but he thinks about it, and switches on the video anyway.]

I'd like to know, once again, if the term 'Stand user' means anything to any of you.

[Because he doesn't want to get more specific than that ( Read more... )

[He's finished his forms in record time, and inspecting the Guide cautiously-- he knows asking where he is and what he's supposed to do now would probably be a question that's been exhausted already, so he refrains from asking those questions. Instead, he flips the Guide on and deftly turns it to video, as if he's been handling a device like this ( Read more... )