-5 MCA, Friday Afternoon/Evening

[talentforlying]

John had gotten the surprise of his fucking life this morning. In a good way, that was, and while it had taken a few moments for him to wake up enough to realize what, exactly, was coming out of his shower-head, he had figured it out eventually

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[borealpriestess]

There was a knock on Constantine's open door and a blonde with a pixie cut stick her head inside. "Excuse me?"

Verity's taps were running green and smelling like gin of all things, and she hadn't been on the island anywhere near long enough to figure out the connection.

"I was wondering if there was something wrong with your pipes, too?"

[talentforlying]

"Nah, there's something right with 'em for once," John laughed. "Absinthe, of all things, which is far better than the eggnog incident. Though with it being Saint Pat's, you'd think I'd have beer like Peter over there. Come on in and pull one up, love."

[borealpriestess]

"Eggnog incident?" Verity asked, though she did accept the invitation to come inside. "Wait, are you saying your pipes are filled with absinthe?"

Which made the 'eggnog incident' even worse to contemplate. It was bad enough she smelled like a gin distillery mixed with lime. The idea of smelling like eggnog was a hundred times worse.

"...How the hell did that much absinthe get into the plumbing?"

Poor, precious lamb. So new!

[talentforlying]

"It's green, it's Saint Pat's, and the island has decided to try and be funny again. This time, it actually succeeded," he said dryly. "Not bad, for a sentient bit of rock."

[borealpriestess]

"...Please explain the part about the island trying to be funny," Verity said, blinking several times as her brain segfaulted. "Sentient rock?"

[talentforlying]

"Fandom is, in and of itself, a sentient nexus of realities. Sometimes it gets bored, once it had a baby, and it tries desperately to understand 'humor' but tends to fall flat," he said with a shrug. "How? No fucking clue. How does my library manage to have every book ever written? Or have its own pocket universe for Special Collections? It just does."

[borealpriestess]

"So I got the speech about it being a reality nexus," Verity said, "but I missed the--did you say every book ever written?"

Oh lord, you were in for it now, Constantine. That? That was the look of a woman who'd just been offered the location of the holy grail.

[talentforlying]

"As far as I can tell. One of the reasons they hired a mage-- someone has to know if the magic theory holds up, or if it's a bit of fiction that tried sneaking over to pretend to be one of the big kids." He gave a long-suffering sigh. "The books tend to be sentient, too. Or at least animated inside the bounds of the library. 'Genre War' isn't just a way of talking about the NYT's Best Seller list."

[borealpriestess]

"Magic?" Verity groaned and covered her face. "Oh god. My grandma's gonna get wind of this place and then you'll have a problem."

What was Constantine's opinion on grenades in the library? Just asking. For reasons.

"A mage, you said? Like, not a routewitch or someone with a penchant for accidentally setting things on fire or whatever, but an actual, like, wielder of the arcane arts or whatever?"

If he was a snake cultist, Verity was burning this place around her ears.

[talentforlying]

"Only thing I light on fire are my smokes, and I tend to use my lighter," he said, giving her a weird look. "Unless it's for effect, then I'm not above a finger-snap."

"Magus. Mage. Bastard. Humanist. Whichever descriptor floats your boat, though 'librarian' is what they pay me for."

[borealpriestess]

"Verity, cryptozoologist and semi-professional tango dancer," Verity said, used to the weird looks. Magic and her family didn't always play well together. Look at what had happened to Grandpa Thomas. "Neither of which pay me at all."

[talentforlying]

"Lucky for you there's this thing called a school right up the hill," John said dryly. "Come summer-time, they even make me teach sometimes. If I can teach the art of the con, I'm pretty sure they'd let an actual cryptozoologist in there."

[borealpriestess]

"They're not going to let me teach," Verity sputtered. "I just graduated college myself less than a year ago!"

She really had no idea how this island worked, poor lamb.

[talentforlying]

"I dropped out of high school and graduated from the school of 'didn't get myself killed fucking with magic,' what's your point?" he laughed. "Hell, you might be the only college graduate in the room."

Was there college in space? Fuck if he knew.

"Fandom tends to value practical experience over a paper degree. In fact, I'd bet good money that most the staff doesn't have any official diplomas, except Jon's husband. He went and shacked himself up with a doctor."

[borealpriestess]

Yeah, Verity was coming to question all sorts of things about the island today. Like who was in charge of the hiring practices here.

"I, uh, haven't met Jon," she said. "Or any doctors. I guess they're not ones for stopping by bars?"

She really needed to get out to more places than just work, clearly.

[uncertain_dume]

"But there is something wrong with mine," Kanan offered up. "They seem to be running sludge."

He really should have sampled it, though. Shamrock shakes were awesome.