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[a_short_youth]

Say what one would about Stacy's interior decoration skills. With its vast movie and fiction holdings, when it came to entertainment, there were few places better for it than the Media Library and it's podrooms

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[psi_flames]

Jono, at least, had one thing on most of the others; he didn't have to eat. He'd been to the mess hall, of course. Mostly out of curiosity. Now that he knew he wouldn't actually be jealous of anybody eating that stuff, he might be more willing to spend other time there.

Sleep was still a problem, as well as the persistent headache. Which was, as far as he was concerned, a good reason not to go sleeping in the little cubby hole that was supposed to be his room. So he spent a lot of time in the media library, catching up on music.

He had one of the media storage devices and was walking to another part of the library when he picked up a presence. Curious, he headed that direction. Good t' see I ain't the only one hidin' out in 'ere, he said, rubbing at the back of his head.

[a_short_youth]

"I'm not--oh, who am I kidding?"

Lucca never thought she'd see the day when voices in her head (aside from her own) would cease to surprise her. A few dozen ||Information classified||'s from Stacy had that effect. "But if anyone else asks, it's 'research.'" She shook her head. "Just not particularly fruitful research."

"Suppose I could use the room for its intended purpose, if I recognized any of the entertainment holdings here."

[psi_flames]

Yeah, Stacy would do that to anybody. Even Jono's tired of her in his head and he's used to having voices there. Too many people, not enough shielding in the world, some days.

What're y' researchin'? He moved over and sat down. He wasn't a particularly tall guy, but she was sitting, so it would be rude to hover. Don' really recognize much of anythin' meself, but I'm always up fer a challenge.

[titanium_will]

Alright. This place was useless. No real information, nothing one could use. It was entertaining, not educational. Trying to get anything out of Stacy, of course, was like trying to squeeze blood from a stone, and he hadn't really had the hope that anything useful would come out of this.

Still, it sometimes paid to check everything, despite how small or minor the chances may be. Tony was a firm believer in exploring all options. He had simply tried to make the best of the situation.

Unfortunately, the best he could get out of this place was a kick-ass playlist and a media player that he hoped wouldn't come alive and strangle him in his sleep. Music seemed universal. That was interesting, but he wasn't an 'art' guy. Maybe somebody else would come up with a better insight on all that.

Voices were nearby, and he peered into the open podroom. A pair of kids. Pretty much.

"Good luck researching anything. About everything in here is useless. I think the most advanced thing I've found in the listing is a kid's book on motorcycles." Right

[a_short_youth]

"Couple of physics textbooks swearing up-and-down that we can't possibly be where we are right now? Though maybe that's a good sign; maybe we'll wake up and be somewhere else--"

Sighing, Lucca removed her glasses, massaging her eyes.

"Sorry," she said. "But it looks like they've pretty thoroughly scoured the place of anything even marginally relevant. I've found some historical info from your timeline--or some variant of it at least---but that's it." She shook her head, looked at the pod room with his multiple holographic displays and datapads scattered about, then laughed.

"Kinda of ironic, now that I think of it. My memories from before I was Chosen are kinda muddled, but I distinctly remember wishing I was OUT of the library and back in action." She smiled. "THen I wake up here, with all the action I can carry...and what's the first place I run to?"

[a_short_youth]

"Lucca. And if you recall, I was trying to make peace, Mr. Sprouts-Beam-Weapons-At-Awkward-Moments." Smiling, she accepted his hand in spite of her half-hearted effort at indignation. "And for what it's worth, I'm sorry. Still a bit rattled, I guess--"

She stopped midsentence, as she caought something. "Waitaminute. What's this about gnomes, now?"