Subject: ((But of course.))
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Posted on: 2015-03-01 01:36:00 UTC
((I'm always up for co-writes, assuming writer's block doesn't hold me in its evil clutches. It seems that interludes are less affected by it, however.))
Zeb said, not sure whether to be amused or annoyed.
((Take it away, Des!))
He crouched until his face was level with Maxwell’s. “Isn’t that a human physician?”
He took another swig, then shrugged. “I’m looking for my no-good partner. Have you seen him? Coat like mine, only shabbier, ginger goatee, brain full of nonsense?”
Maxwell wanted to point out the difference between "physicist" and "physician" to the stranger but decided that this wasn't a good time to discuss semantics. "I'm afraid I'm not too good at tracking things, sir, but I'll do my best. What is your name and department? We'll be able to look you up in a heartbeat."
Even though he was smiling a silly smile — it seems he was really drunk — his face still looked rather haughty.
“I am the Librarian. Department of Floaters. My partner calls himself Desdendelle.” He took another swig and hiccuped.
"You're the one who shouted at me when I went to the Canon Library?" Zeb asked, taking a few steps back. "Wait, no, your scent is different." His ears flattened. "Sorry for the mistake. Is your name really Librarian?"
“Do I look to you like the sort of person to sit in a library?” he wondered. He sat down on the Generic Surface floor — not before dusting it, of course. He shrugged. “‘Librarian’ is a pseudonym. Most of us renegade Time Lords tend not to go by our real names. The Doctor is the most famous example, I reckon.”
Then he thought better of it. "My partner talks a lot about this Doctor character," he said, latching on to the subject. "I think she's a bit smitten with him. What's he like?"
((Oh, Zeb, you're so unculutred. And rude. Ask about the newcomer, dammit!))
“I have no — hic! — idea.” He took another swig, then stoppered the now-empty bottle and shoved it into one of his coat’s voluminous pockets. “I never met him — he is a bit younger than me, and I never had any reason to fraternize with him even in the Academy.”
He looked a lot more sober than he was a moment before, and he had a dangerous glint in his eyes. “Why are you asking?”
“Oh? You have a way to navigate this accursed maze?” the Librarian asked doubtfully. “This is much more important than my partner. Do tell me.” It didn't quite sound like the Time Lord was asking.
"Are you understanding any of this?" he asked over Maxwell's chatter.
((I feel like my posts are ridiculously short.))
“Of course I understand. What do I look like, a human?” the Time Lord asked. “Do continue, Maxwell. The concept is interesting enough, though you do some somewhat unfamiliar with it. Do you perchance know the person who formulated it?”
((Your posts are fine. They’re not a single word, for starters. Something is happening in them.))
"Oh, Ben and the rest of us were shown a map of HQ during our tour of DIA central. We got the explanation from Doctor... er... Doctor..." The Jolteon's face scrunched up, deep in thought. "He had a white coat."
muttered Zeb in a rare fit of sarcasm. More loudly, he said, "How come it's just the DIA agents who get maps of this place?"
((Because reasons, Zeb. Don't you know anything?))
"Besides, you Action Department people are all about what's going on outisde HQ. DIA and DES-- well, we kinda need to know out way 'round this place."
The Jolteon checked the RC numbers going by. Rudi's should just be around the corner...
“I should get the data somewhere. I wonder how would Tablet interface with it…?” the Librarian obviously didn’t notice he was thinking out loud; he was more inebriated than he thought. “Those concepts might even help me get closer to the Osirians’ Riddle...”
"That the map exists is pretty common knowledge in the PPC-- but actually knowing how it's shown to you..." Maxwell smiled. "The only way for anyone to see it is to become part of the DIA. Sorry sir, but that's the way the Poffin crumbles."
He didn’t say anything; let Maxwell think what he will. He entered Rudi’s and took a look around, then exited the pub again.
“He is here,” he informed the two Pokémon. “I must add that his table seems to be quite full.”
((I'm always up for co-writes, assuming writer's block doesn't hold me in its evil clutches. It seems that interludes are less affected by it, however.))
Zeb swallowed, his heart hammering in his chest. "Y-yes?"
((I've sent a test email!))
((Just making sure, now.))