Trapped in the Library

[tetrabiblos]

Characters: Anyone trapped in the library during the storm
Date: August 6th
Summary: A thread for everyone trapped in the library. Please don't feel like you have to thread with Lucy specifically either
Warnings: Mentions of literature of a erotic nature and questionable merit

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[existwithoutme]

Kuja is sitting in the adult section herself, largely because she thought it likely there would be less people there. She is curled up in a chair in the farthest corner, near the resident bear--which is far better company, in her opinion, than most of these people--reading a book of (non erotic) poetry. She looks up with an irritated air at this outburst.

"Please calm yourself. There isn't any need to shout."

[tetrabiblos]

Wincing at the silver haired woman's rebuke, Lucy slumped forward on the table to rest her chin against her arms, expression shifting to that of a irritated pout.

"I'm sorry. Normally I'd never yell in a library, it's just..." she sat up and gestured to the books around her with an expression of disgust. "Half of these have prose so purple you can barely read them, and most of the rest are all about-er, deviant topics."

[bel_donna]

Poor Tsukasa had been outside playing with her demons when the storm hit. Which means at the moment Tsukasa, Pixie, and her Jack Frost, can be currently found seated across from one anther in a cluster of chairs.

While Tsukasa plays with her COMP, her demons seem to be enjoying themselves poking through a book of folk lore and history.

[shanghaiworld]

From the corner, the one who calls herself Seven-Colored, the one with a pile of dolls beside her, also tending to one as this all happens. That lady. Yeah, she looks up at the sudden inside commotion. She had to speak up now.

"You are quite aware that when inside a library, you should be quiet, yes? I don't like the book selection either, but do remember there are other people here."

[tetrabiblos]

Luckily Lucy had the good grace to look ashamed of herself at the other woman's chiding. Really, normally she is the one telling her friends to be quiet in the library, or that no you couldn't eat the books, or to please stop hiding the romance novels down their shirts, or to stop fighting in the rare book collection, or DAMN IT YOU TWO NO USING FIRE-

Sorry, her mind wandered for a moment. Anyway, Lucy normally respected the sanctity of a library with the utmost care, but in this case she wasn't sure there was any sanctity left. Lowering her voice, she sighed and flopped forward. "I'm sorry, it's just...these aren't just inappropriate, they're so badly written. I mean, 'She was reading a book lying open in her lap. The late afternoon sun beamed down, bathing her in golden light. Fair hair the color of flax was drawn back from her face; fair skin glowed faintly pink.'"

[soapscent]

Jolyne, on the other hand, had never been much of a book lover. She'd had a look at this library's collection a while back, and had dismissed it out of hand. Too much sappy poetry. Too much poetry in general. Not her thing. Her presence in the library was pure coincidence, owing solely to it being the closest shelter when the rain hit.

She let out a barking laugh at the blonde girl's complaint. "Nope!" she shouted back from her nearby seat. "It's all pretty much the same! It's not even good porn, it's all frilly poetry stuff."

[tetrabiblos]

Tilting back her chair so it rested on two legs, Lucy muffled her groan by covering her face with the reviled book, pleased that it was too close for the words to be discerned in any way that could leave her inner writer foaming at the mouth.

"It's just so overwrought, and the sentence structure and use of metaphor are atrocious. I can't believe all of them are this bad. I mean I'm sorry, but that," she gestured very quickly in a general downward direction on her body with a expression of burning embarrassment, "does not look like a rose petal."

[soapscent]

Jolyne laughs again, a drawn-out exhalation. "Did they actually? Ha, shit. How much of this you wanna bet was written by some dude who's never seen pussy, much less got any?"

She grabs a book off the shelf, and starts flipping through it at random. "Like, this here," she says, stopping on a rather smutty passage. "Girl goes from a cold start to coming in less than thirty seconds? God himself couldn't pull that off."

[tetrabiblos]

While Lucy certainly appreciated the fact that Jolyne agreed with her about the quality of the Garden's literature, the way the other woman chose to articulate her view left the mage's face a rather vivid shade of crimson. Sure she was no stranger to crude language given the company she kept back home, but most of that was from boys with only the loosest understanding that men and women had differences in their anatomy.

"W-well, wouldn't that mean these books where brought here like we were?" she asked, attempting to avoid any discussion of the actual mechanics involved, given her own total lack of experience in that department. The poor thing had never been kissed. "After all, there aren't any boys here."