Meeting Metody

[zippyknowsbest]

It was a busy day at the New York Public Library, as indeed most of them had been since the economy started to tank. Zippy scowled as she worked through a pile of books sitting on the reference desk counter, which some patron had abandoned there without so much as a 'I decided not to get these, could you put them back?' People. Bureaucracy.Library

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[zippyknowsbest]

Zippy didn't notice or chose not to notice the young man's blush, busy consulting the libraries map. "21 Astor Place, huh? Swank. I know someone else who lives there," she said without any judgment attached

[zippyknowsbest]

"Washes and...." Zippy trails off, an expression on her face that indicates she is trying to imagine how this works.

Her imagination is not up to the task; she shakes her head and dismisses the thought.

Instead she focuses on Metody, her eyes alert and thoughtful, her arms crossed. After several seconds' deliberation she says, carefully, "I think background is definitely a good place to start... if you, ah, require someone to ask questions of whom you can speak-- forthrightly-- to... I'm around."

Because savvy as librarians are as a bunch, most of them will assume you're talking strictly from an anthropological standpoint as opposed to the realities, kiddo, she thought, but did not say.

[totheb0ne]

Metody mimed dust-busting a cat, one hand resting on its shoulders. "They're kind of used to it. That helps a lot, I suspect. They're....they're very clean little kitties." He faltered, growing sheepish under her sustained gaze. She had exactly the same sort of stare as his Mom. It made him worry that she might know his socks weren't matched.

"That's - that's very nice of you to offer. Thankyou, very much." He fidgeted, twisting his fingers together as the imaginary cat ran off. "Um - have you ever heard of a bone-based monster? In stories, I mean. Sort of like skeletal warriors from dragon's teeth, but not just - not like weapons, but actual creatures?"