be a shmuck, read a book (OPEN)

[manazon]

Characters: Nemesis and you.

Setting/Location: The Beast's library

Date & Time: Day 6, mid-afternoon

Warnings: talking in the libary oH NO

Summary: A spy in a room full of information can you not see where this is already headed I mean srsly

Comments

I expect great things from this

[house_1_god_0]

House wasn't much one for fairytales. Never had been, even when he was at the age where you tend to think that somewhere, there really is a princess trapped in a castle. He could blame his father for instilling the value of cold, unfeeling logic from a young age, along with other things. But this whole world was one big damn fairytale, and unfortunately for his precious logic, he recognized this one.

Beauty and the Beast. Of course. He hadn't heard anything about the Beauty part of that equation yet, but he was willing to bet that she would show up. It was too perfect and Disney-like. Big, angry, hairy guy, big castle, precious flower--It was all too perfect

OH SHI--

[manazon]

Tom was pretty absorbed in both the silence and the task of deciphering those extra loopy loops of handwritten prose, but the tap-tapping of the cane and dull echo of shoes wasn't something he was bound to miss. Still, that was Nemesis on alert, not Joe Schmoe.

"Oh--" He made a decent show of being startled by the voice that spoke up, sitting up and whipping his head around. The look of surprise watered into something more cordial and curious as he closed the book and started to rise.

"Who, me?" Joe uttered, a touch higher in tone and laced with a very gentle southern accent. He gave a light, brief laugh. "No, I...I actually hadn't had the pleasure of meetin' everybody yet. I figured I'd save that for that big party that's gonna happen." He rose to his feet and teetered between moving towards House and the door and just standing there. The latter won out, and he gave a bit of a wave. "I'm Joeseph. Nice to meetcha."

[house_1_god_0]

It was better that way, since House wouldn't have shook Joeseph's hand anyways. He wandered closer to the bookshelves opposite of the door, evaluating the long ladder that lead up to what was likely the more interesting and juicy books. It'd been a long time since he'd tried a ladder, and without the comfort of a quick visit to the hospital, he wasn't going to try his luck by, well, trying.

He started to thumb through the books by their spines, looking for familiar titles, or just anything that interested him.

"Yeah, you, Joe. I don't see anyone else around here to talk to, unless the book are," he paused, giving a hand gesture similar to jazz hands, "enchanted. Too much Disney magic up in here for my tastes."

He took out a book, flipping through it. Sherlock Holmes. Not bad, all things considered. He stuck it in his bag of wonders that he'd won "fairly" from the people of Sleepywoods.

"Big party. Right. If it doesn't have blackjack and hookers, it's not a party."

[manazon]

Tom would've smirked if he'd been Tom at the moment. Joe just gave a bit of a dull blink, as one not entirely on the level with sarcasm would. "Oh, well, I heard everybody had to wear masks," he offered, turning the book over in hand before setting on the smallest stack at the table. "Sounds kinda funny to me, but it'd be rude to say no. 'Specially since the host is a big beast, right? That's kinda funny, too. Like some fairy tale horror movie thing, huh?"