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[icthyo_taco]

Who: Abe and Open*
What: An opportunity to meet Abraham about various things while he works at the library.
When: Various times before the library closes on August 14th.*
Where: Library
Rating: Nothing over a PG-13 I'd imagine

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11:30 AM

[emit_dark]

Tim had lied, just a little, about the nightmares. True he'd experienced Crane's fear toxin and it had done quite a number but the after effects of the Dementors were different. With Crane's chemicals, Tim could wake up and tell himself none of it was real--just latent fears and irrational insecurities amplified to their extremes.

The memories were different: they were a cascade, or dominoes, one leading to another until he woke up in a freezing sweat, the end of a scream on his lips.

After the first week of trashing himself awake from the memories, something had to be done.

Which was at least one reason he was at the library that day; the other was to give Abe the comm he promised, taped discreetly inside the back of "The Rise of Radio". After slipping the book into the deposit bin at the front desk, Tim wandered off to scan a case of self help books, eventually settling on "Learn to Sleep Well: A Practical Guide to Getting a Good Night's Rest" because it included a recipe for warm milk with honey that his mother would give him

Re: 11:30 AM

[icthyo_taco]

Ironically Abe's eyes were on a self-help book he was bringing back to the shelf: Coping After a Loved One Passes So he startled out of his own reverie when Tim's voice cut through the air causing carbon dioxide bubbles to gather in his respirator. He slapped the book down audibly onto the stack.

It occurred to him that he'd never seen Tim through his writing with him on the journal and he'd only ever seen him after that as the Red Robin. But after a little reaching out empathically he was able to identify the young person. His age still surprised him, even moreso without the outfit.

"Oh! Tim? Yes-yes!" Abe sputtered getting his wits back. "I doubt there'll be a day without me since I've started working. If the library's open there's little doubt I'll be here." He seemed quite proud of it, at that, spreading his arms around him as if embracing the books at once.

"It's very nice meeting you...face to face," he said with a barely perceivable smile.

Re: 11:30 AM

[emit_dark]

Catching that small smile Tim grinned mischievously back--but not before catching a few lines from the blurb on the back of the book Abe had panicked to put down, which almost gave him the confidence to pick his up again. After all, they'd been through the same thing.

"Yeah, same here," it hadn't occurred to him that Abe wouldn't recognize him, not quite, when Abe had glimpsed so much of his mind when the Dementors attacked. "I used to spend hours in the library back home, missed being around all those books whenever I felt like it." He shrugged, keeping his body language casual--if Abe wanted to mention something about the section of the library they happen to find themselves in, fine.

Re: 11:30 AM

[icthyo_taco]

"Back at my former place of employment in my dimension I used to spend most if not all of my day in the tank that held view of Professor Broom's vast collection of books..." Abe said, trailing off at the small talk.

He looked up casually at the sign on the aisle and back at Tim pointedly, turning his thoughts from his embarrassment and surprise to Tim's location in the library.

"Are you still having troubles sleeping, Tim?" he asked, concluding the reason.

1:00 PM

[hummdrumlife]

In the lull after the collected mania of the last week, Kurt found himself remembering something with an increasingly guilty conscience. He finally mustered up his will along with his guilt and picked up the book on mythical creatures on his desk that he'd absconded with from the library without checking it out. He hadn't been considering anything except saving Blaine at the time, he'd barely even noticed his surroundings.

But he had to return it, and apologize... hopefully without being asked too many questions about why he had been so eager to run off with a book on mythological creatures that he had forgotten to check it out. Kurt's dark brown knee-length cardigan's asymmetrical hem swung back and forth around his shuffling legs as he slunk in the main library doors. There was no one sitting at the front desk and his fingers tapped anxiously on top of the book as he looked to the left and right, his cheeks faintly pale above his caramel and burgandy striped bowtie. He could just leave it. It felt wrong, though. As if it

Re: 1:00 PM

[icthyo_taco]

Abe was in the office behind the return and checkout counter when his senses picked up someone in his vicinity. He looked through the fogged glass door to a hazy figure waiting.

"One moment!" he called out continuing to close the valves on his respirator so he could remove it.

A moment later, as promised, he slipped out the door undoing the last connector on the two part breathing device and fumbled hopelessly for a moment before putting them under the counter.

"Sorry," he apologized for his perceived indecency and he looked down toward the young man holding a webbed hand out to retrieve the book. "Return or check out?" he asked calmly.

He usually used the stools behind the desk as the floor behind the desk was raised. Now, having simply walked over, he towered over his customer, something he tried to prevent with his height.

Re: 1:00 PM

[hummdrumlife]

He hated to stare. He knew what it felt like, the staring, he'd gotten plenty of it and it wasn't as if he hadn't noticed Abe posting on the boards, even if they hadn't talked directly (which wasn't a comment on Abe more than it was Kurt being way too wrapped up in The Epic Blaine Drama to have any energy for anything else). He was even becoming better adapted to the strangeness of the things that went on in Aternatopia. Still, all of that was one thing and actually seeing Abe towering over him was another. Kurt blinked up and up and then forced himself to stop and cleared his throat with a high-pitched 'hem' and curled his hand over the top of the book.

"... Neither, exactly," he said nervously. "Or... both, I'm not exactly sure."

Re: 1:00 PM

[icthyo_taco]

Abe's personality was anything but intimidating. But, he realized as he was standing there, that his visage at the moment was just that. He was used to the looks his appearance inspired in those who had never seen him before. But he was quickly discovering that it wasn't the initial reaction he received from people that mattered but the acceptance he was given after the shock.

Still, the familiar wide eyes always did pull a self-conscious string in Abe's psyche. He stroked a hand to his chest, a comforting motion, and tilted his head at what was said.

Rolling a stool over and setting it as low as the seat would go he put his arms on the desk and held out his hand again. Holding the book itself might help him learn what exactly the boy meant.

"May I? I'm a great fan of mythology," he said softly.