[closed for memory event] we are here to make you feel
Who: justforthegun and gunpowderreason
What: Memories event lol Adachi
When: while she has SPACE MALARIA and she's really bored
Where: the...library
Warnings: None, I think. Um for some reason my computer hates LJ and won't load pages with a ton of comments so I am taking a preemptive strike!
The moment Hawkeye was feeling well enough--or more correctly, restless enough--to haul herself out of bed, she did just that. She typically dedicated a portion of the free time she had to the library, learning what she could where she could in hopes that it would be useful for something in the future. Reading wasn't strenuous or technically work, and she was determined to get out of the apartment for as long as she could manage without having to deal with more yelling from her superior. He was probably busy enough that she could be gone for a few hours without him noticing and be back before he was.
Or that was the plan until she ran into Mr. Adachi on the way.
She had hoped to perhaps escape unnoticed, but when that proved to be impossible, she decided he would have to accompany her where she could keep an eye on him--otherwise he may return to the office and...tell the Brigadier General he had seen her out. She might feel up to moving but she certainly didn't feel up to being needlessly--entirely unnecessarily--chastised for the duration of the evening and probably a good portion of the next morning as well.
That was how they ended up in the library, Hawkeye piling book after book after book into the man's arms, determined to keep him busy until the time came to beat the Brigadier General back to the apartment while at the same time ensuring Mr. Adachi would still miss him if he went into the office. She hardly looked at the spines as she pulled them off the shelves and handed them over. "That should be enough. Take thorough notes on anything that catches your eye." Her voice was still a hoarse and quiet, but left no room for argument.
The first book she opened from her own pile was completely and bizarrely blank. She spared it half a frown as she flipped its clean, white pages before pushing it aside--the next in the pile was in a language she could actually read, and she set to work.
What: Memories event lol Adachi
When: while she has SPACE MALARIA and she's really bored
Where: the...library
Warnings: None, I think. Um for some reason my computer hates LJ and won't load pages with a ton of comments so I am taking a preemptive strike!
The moment Hawkeye was feeling well enough--or more correctly, restless enough--to haul herself out of bed, she did just that. She typically dedicated a portion of the free time she had to the library, learning what she could where she could in hopes that it would be useful for something in the future. Reading wasn't strenuous or technically work, and she was determined to get out of the apartment for as long as she could manage without having to deal with more yelling from her superior. He was probably busy enough that she could be gone for a few hours without him noticing and be back before he was.
Or that was the plan until she ran into Mr. Adachi on the way.
She had hoped to perhaps escape unnoticed, but when that proved to be impossible, she decided he would have to accompany her where she could keep an eye on him--otherwise he may return to the office and...tell the Brigadier General he had seen her out. She might feel up to moving but she certainly didn't feel up to being needlessly--entirely unnecessarily--chastised for the duration of the evening and probably a good portion of the next morning as well.
That was how they ended up in the library, Hawkeye piling book after book after book into the man's arms, determined to keep him busy until the time came to beat the Brigadier General back to the apartment while at the same time ensuring Mr. Adachi would still miss him if he went into the office. She hardly looked at the spines as she pulled them off the shelves and handed them over. "That should be enough. Take thorough notes on anything that catches your eye." Her voice was still a hoarse and quiet, but left no room for argument.
The first book she opened from her own pile was completely and bizarrely blank. She spared it half a frown as she flipped its clean, white pages before pushing it aside--the next in the pile was in a language she could actually read, and she set to work.