8.0 Day in the Library (Spamlogs)

[no_fastolfe]

[Private to Sherlock]
At your convenience. I will understand if the way is impassable, however. I found myself among a wetland on my way this morning.

Library Spams] [Vasilia is in the library, shelving books and generally getting the lay of the stacks. When she sees something out of place she goes for it-- surgical, putting it back in order as

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[to_be_caprican]

[ Enter Gaius. The last time he was in the library, October reared its ugly head, but at least this isn't an evening excursion and that counts for something. He'd put out his cigarette in the hallway but still carries with him that faint smell of smoke, hands tucked into the pockets of his jacket as he sets about looking around.

Not for a book, either, but for a person. ]

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[no_fastolfe]

[Vasilia wrinkles her nose at the smell of tobacco smoke, but recognized the man vaguely from the network and so didn't immediately vanish into the stacks on busywork.

In person she was small, not five and a half feet tall. Her hands are covered in thin, discrete plastic gloves.]

Doctor... Baltar, isn't it?

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[to_be_caprican]

Dr. Baltar it is, or just Gaius, as you wish - hello.

[ He smiles, and goes to put out a hand to shake, before spying the gloves too late and pausing the gesture at a midpoint, hand at a hover. ] Oh, sorry. What would you have me call you?

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[no_fastolfe]

I prefer 'Madam Vasilia' or 'Madam Aliena,' thank you. But I am not unused, on the barge, to suffering a bare 'Vasilia.'

You still wish to learn about ascension robotics?

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[strangehstorian]

[Chromie drifts between shelves like a ghost for her part, sometimes with stacks of books that look like they weigh more than she does.

And occasionally she'll simply appear where she wasn't a second ago and watch that Vasilia is doing her job - not that Chromie assumes she won't, but there is a duty to the woman's warden.

In a lull in the work, she tries to get the inmate's attention.]

Excuse me.

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[no_fastolfe]

[Vasilia jumps slightly and then collects herself. Her voice is cool, a bit of haughtiness in place to cover her startle.]

Madam? Am I doing something wrong?

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[strangehstorian]

[Chromie beams reassuringly.]

Oh, no. You're doing fine! I wanted to ask you, though - a few people have come in wishing we had a digital card catalog. My world doesn't have such a thing, but I've been told it requires a computer.

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[no_fastolfe]

[And Vasilia brightens. She's been thinking the same thing.]

It does. One would have to be borrowed from the lab or requested from the admiral-- or there may be spare components in the lab to make a small terminal.

[spam] - sorry I'm so late!

[byronicsherlock]

[Sherlock doesn't bother replying. He leaves his room, navigates through the long grass at the end of the corridor, and enters the library, making his way through the stacks, and keeping an eye out for his inmate.]

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[no_fastolfe]

[Vasilia is in the humanities section reshelvIng at the moment--reading the dust-jacket blurbs in a swift movement, scowling, shelving. She looks up.]

Mister Homes.

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[byronicsherlock]

Sherlock is fine. [He comes up beside her and scans the spines.] Already dissatisfied? [He asks without looking.]

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[no_fastolfe]

Only noting how few topics designated a 'social science' deserve the latter description. I have been working, Chromie will attest to that.