it's better off this way [open]

[deeplyunnormal]

WHO: Jill (and Jack) plus YOU.
WHERE: SOME LIBRARY IDEK.
WHEN: . . . Let's go for today.
SUMMARY: Jill goes to the library because she's kinda bored and looking up werewolves seems like a good idea. They shift too, right?
FORMAT: . . . Words idefk.

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[minussignssuck]

The library. A storage area for human knowledge and stories. Regulus figured that it couldn't hurt to at least check it out.

He had, however, not counted on the strange index card filing system he was forced to use. As such, he was searching through them and clearly having no idea whatsoever what he was doing. A genius at human technology he was not, after all.

[deeplyunnormal]

While on her way to put a book back, Jill saw a man sort of floundering with the filing system and, despite Jack's protests, she stopped what she was doing and walked over.

"Hey," she said, "need some help?"

[minussignssuck]

Regulus looked over at the girl and sighed. As embarassed as he may have been to admit it, he was not very good with this odd system of numbers used for organization.

"I believe I do, yes."

[deeplyunnormal]

Jill thought that they guy looked a little bit familiar and passed the thought along for Jack to think on while she helped the guy. He grumbled, of course, but he always did that so Jill just smiled.

"No problem! Is there anything specific you're looking for - this system can be pretty confusing, I know."

[oncemercurial]

Pietro had spent the day idly picking through every love sonnet the poetry section had to offer only to come up abysmally empty handed. Nothing seemed relevant or interesting or suited. Nothing in the library's vast selection. It was quite disheartening. So after fifteen minutes of grossing over a less than satisfactory cup of coffee from the cart out front, he headed back in, this time to the science fiction and fantasy section. If he couldn't be productive, he could at least make a valiant attempt to escape this predicament.

Which was, of course, when he spotted her. Or was it a him? So terribly hard to tell nowadays. Either way, the teenager (or possibly twenty-something. Also terribly hard to tell now.) poured over a stack of books with a pencil and scattered notes. The books were varying ranges of quality and genre, some simple fiction, some claimed to be "guides" to the supernatural. The only thing they seemed to have in common were one thing. Werewolves

[deeplyunnormal]

Jill looked up at the sound of someone else's voice and found a guy holding up one of the books she had pulled out. She blinked. I think he's hitting on you or something, Jack supplied cheerfully. Which, ew? But Jill was pretty much thankful of any help she got in the total mess that was the werewolf mythos so she smiled after a moment.

"Really? That's good because I'm not making very much progress at the moment - I probably should have thought out my plan of attack a little better before I dove in."

It's pretty much the truth. She had basically decided that she was going to figure it out as she went along and well. She now had about five pages of interesting notes, but a lot of books contradicted each other and so far all of them were either written by slightly deranged people or were only vaguely better quality than Twilight. Absently, Jill is very grateful that she isn't anything like a vampire - that research would be even worse.

[ooc: perfectly fine! <3]

[oncemercurial]

"There's a plethora of terrible written science fiction and fantasy. Of course, there's a plethora of terribly written everything, it merely becomes all the more obvious when the characters and settings are so outlandish." He reply was speedy and maybe a little dismissive as he flipped through the pages of the giant anthology. "Ah, here we are."

Pietro opened the book wide so as not to lose the page and flipped it around to offer to her. "A pastoral Horror, by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. Well, he does have quite the library already speaking for him, no?