Sophia Noelle Gasteneau (soph_bakes) wrote in thefield, @ 2009-05-15 03:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | bazzer, sophie, z - 1st tribe - day 19 |
Words....words....words....books?
Who: Sophie and Baz
What: Sophie likes books, Baz likes books. They like books?
When: Morningish Day 19
Where: Around the camp
Rated:PG Sophie's a sweetie
It was hard for Sophie to get used to this place. Everything was so different. She was adapting as best as she could, though. For the moment that meant trying to do things that were normal for her. She had her anthology with the plays in it and then she had her cooking and restaurant management book. Currently, Sophie was more interested in the cooking portion of her text book. Yeah, she switched back and forth, but at the rate that she read it really wasn't an issue for her. She didn't have any other books to read, so she could see where when she ran out she'd be screwed. For now she was enjoying the small escape from everything. She liked to dive into someone elses' world for a little while and get away from what was going on with her. She wanted to go home, but she could survive here if she had to, and she did have to.
Sophie was sitting cross legged near the fire pit, which was becoming customary for her. She generally offered to do any cooking that anyone needed done, it was the only way that she could help. That was all that Sophie really knew how to do. She could cook, she could sew, and a hand full of other tasks, but as of now she didn't see where any of that would be useful, so she stayed near the fire pit where she could possibly be of use. She had even started learning how to dress an animal herself, to an extent. She hadn't done it without gagging or having to step away yet, but that was a definite change from before. Back home she never would have even had to see a dead animal.
Either way, Sophie was sort of transitioning. She knew it was going to take time and she was okay with that. If she got used to it too fast that's when she'd know she was changing as a person a little too much. So, there she sat with one book at her side and the other sitting open in her lap, her brown hair falling in a curtain around her face and her glasses slid to the edge of her nose, reading.
Emerging from the tanning area after working with the hides for most of the day he noticed her reading as he approached the fire and zoomed in on the girl with the books. That girl had books. Bazzer had his one, though it was definitely getting ruined out here with the rain and the elements. She had different books though. And two of them. Sitting down with a decidedly unelegant grace Bazzer looked at her through his glasses, cocking his head to one side. "Book," he chirped, waiting to be noticed. Give him one. Now. He wasn't going to take it, but he was going to get one one way or another.
He hadn't realized just how much he had missed reading, missed the feel of a book in his lap, heavy and smelling of paper, until right now. There hadn't been any other books except a math textbook and his own novel until now. There hadn't been any other options and it was easier to not think about something not seen or referenced. He had a veritable library of knowledge in his head, assuming he could access it as well. Perhaps he couldn't spew back Shakespeare verbatim by memory, but the stories were there. Now though, now he wanted one of her books to look at and it did not matter in the slightest to him which one she let him look at. A book was a book and a librarian needed books.
Sophie's eyes were sucking up the words. She knew that she'd probably get through her books relatively fast, but she was going to enjoy it too. When Sophie read, she was able to tune most everything around her out. She didn't notice much unless it got really close, and in this case that was what happened. Sophie was reading and completely interested in information about herbs in the book when she heard someone sit next to her and the word 'book' chirped. Sophie sat up straight and looked to her side and smiled. "You like reading too?" She asked, reaching for the book at her side and picking it up before offering it to him. "It's an anthology of plays, some of it is highlighted, but I didn't write in it too much." She told him. She didn't mind sharing. It wasn't as if he was going to run off with her book, or she figured he wasn't going to, anyway. Even if he did she'd know who had it.
Sophie pushed her glasses back up and looked around before turning back to the man. "I'm Sophie, I don't think I've met you yet." She offered picking up her book and stretching her legs out. Sophie figured if he liked books then he could read and maybe they could talk about it later, or something like that. Either way, she knew how to share.
"Bazzer," he said, giving his name and offering a hand. It was a little dirty, but not too bad. And if he smelled right now, oh well. Too bad. "I'm a librarian," he added, though that really meant nothing here. When would he stop saying that to new people? When did he transition from Bazzer the librarian to Bazzer the tanner? Or Bazzer the lost? Bazzer...Vedder. When had he dropped his last name, he realized suddenly. "Bazzer Vedder," he told her, using it just because he felt he needed to say his last name as a balwark against becoming cavemen or something. There were lots of cultures that named themselves "Bazzer son of Sebastian" or "Bazzer the tanner" where else had named like "Thomason" and "Tanner" been derived? All cultures had surnames like that.
The book felt good in his hands and he just held it for a moment, enjoying the feel, "I like anthologies of plays. Do you?" well, of course she did, it was her book. He wasn't much for theatre, but that was okay. Any port in a storm. "I have a book too if you want. Just one. It's..." he paused, slightly embarrassed, "a science fiction paperback. I picked it up in a dollar bin at a street fair," though it wasn't great, it wasn't that bad either. Those things could be really hit or miss.
Sophie smiled when he gave her his name and he told her that he was a librarian. That was actually an interesting piece of information to her. It meant that he was around books a lot, so he had to be pretty intelligent. That was Sophie's way of thinking. She took his hand and shook it happily. Sophie liked people, so there was no way she was going to try and ward him away or complain when she got some company. She was just about to speak when he added on his last name and she grinned. "You have an interesting last name, mine is Gasteneau." She shared before tilting her head. "And I've never known a librarian, did you like your job?" Sophie was curious by nature.
Books had a comforting element to them. The words on the page were forever preserved for the most part. You could always count on the same story being there, it was familiar, but you could always discover new things too. With a nod, Sophie turned slightly towards him. "I like them a lot, and that one has a lot from Greek plays up to contemporary. Charlotte's Web is in it and everything." She shared with him. When he told her he had a book she nodded. "I'd love to trade off. I'll read just about anything and here there isn't much, so we have to make due with what we have." Her manner was friendly and she honestly meant what she was saying.
Grinning, Bazzer pushed his hair out of his face. His bangs were long and floppy before he had come, he had been in need for a haircut. Now it was worse. "Vedder's not so interesting. Not like Gasteneau," he stumbled over it, and realized he was almost clueless on how to spell it. A few ways came to mind, but was it really that important? No. "Most people think my first name is, but it's only a nickname. My name's really Sebastian. But no one calls me that," his father was Sebastian, not him. He preferred Bazzer. "Is Gasteneau French?" Sophie Gasteneau? It definitely sounded French.
He had liked being a librarian. It was a good job and he enjoyed it. Enjoyed it more than tanning damn hides, though it had to be done and he was making progress with it. That was something. "I do. Did. Specialized in the preservation of old documents, I wasn't one of those matronly women telling people to shush," that was what people always thought, though they rarely used the word 'matronly.' "I worked in a labratory at a library that the general public never saw. I liked it a lot though, yeah," And he had read so, so many books. He had always been reading, that was why he he chosen the path he had. "What about you? What did you do before you were here?" Here, everything changed.
Listening to her talk about the plays in the book was interesting, it sounded like a diverse selection and that was good. He had a brief idea of trying to get everyone to perform one, but then he realized there was little time and less interest. Plus, he knew there would be a few people dead set against this idea completely. Rejecting it, he decided that just reading them himself would be fine and maybe eventually they could perform one. And if they did, who would watch? The laughers? "Sure. My book is in the tree, in my hammock," and wrapped in leafy protection from the weather and things.
Sophie's hair was longer, but she'd gotten used to it. Most of the time she wore it up or got it out of her face in one way or the other, she didn't have a way to here, but she could live with that. "Gasteneau is kind of common, though, I've heard other people with that surname." She offered . When he elaborated on his first name she grinned and nodded, she never would have gotten that from it, honestly. "I never would have guessed that, I've met a guy that let people call him Sebbie and Bastian." She told him before grinning and then nodding. "Oui! I was born in Avingnon. My full name is Sophia Noelle Gasteneau." She shared with him, pronouncing her name for him in a way.
Sophie had never met a librarian that she didn't like. If that counted for anything. She liked people that worked with books, she liked reading and she liked talking about books. "Oh, that sounds really interesting! Is it hard to preserve old documents?" She asked him curiously, a genuine want to know behind it. It was good when you liked your job, though. Sophie had liked her job, and she liked her schooling too. "Me, I was working at a hostess in a French restaurant, but I was going for my associate's degree. I have a cooking certificate already. The plan was to open my own restaurant eventually. I worked with the community theatre as a stagemanager too." She said with a shrug. Nothing that was all that useful now.
Sophie knew that a lot of people here probably didn't like reading and didn't like theatre. That was okay. She wouldn't complain. "We can trade off later, I'm okay reading this one for now. When I'm done with it you're free to look at it too. It's got cooking methods in it and management tips too." She told him. She didn't mind either way.
Bazzer shrugged, "My father was Sebastian. And Bastian and Seb were still too close for mixups. So I ended up as Baz and then Bazzer, which I like. Either one really," and anything Bazzer could do to distance himself from his father he tried to do. This was a pretty good way actually, ending up on another planet with no way to get back. It was a damn good way actually. Huh. He hadn't really thought of that before. Go other planet! He hadn't really thought that it would have a use like that. "Never been to France," he'd never been out of America unless trips like this to other planets counted, "but I bet it's pretty," he tentatively tried to pronounce her name the same way she had. He'd studied linguistics and different sounds, but putting them together in the proper accent the first time was always interesting.
"It's not hard," he shook his head, "but it is exact and meticulous. You have to have a lot of patience. It's not something that can be hurried or rushed," he explained. It was also something that could be done mostly solitary and he liked that. While there were teams of people working, each had their own cubicle and shared the equipment and things. Book preservation was a team effort that did not involve a lot of teamwork, which was something Bazzer had liked. Stupid people, as defined by him, were annoying to work with.
"School is always good. Even if you do not use what you learn, it is never wasted. A lot of people think it is, because they don't realize, it keeps the mind limber and open to new things. Mostly what an undergrad degree means is that you can understand what you read and learn. And those are two very important things to be able to do."
Being a stage manager sounded like fun. He had never acted in a play and never had a desire, but he liked going to see plays sometimes. Scanning the table of contents at the plays in the book, he didn't recognize most of them. Good. That would mean they were all new and interesting. He liked that. "Stage manager is good. Sounds interesting. What were some of the crazy things you've had to deal with?" he paused and looked over her shoulder at her book, "Whenever you're ready to trade. No hurry."
Sophie nodded, showing that she was listening and got what he was saying. He did have an interesting nickname. She'd never seen or heard someone going by that before. Bazzer was a new person, though. Sophie wasn't really named after anyone that she would want to get away from. She liked her name and most variations of it too. She definitely didn't like being on this planet, though. She'd live, but it wasn't something she enjoyed all that much. Sophie smiled at Bazzer's comment. "I don't remember it very well. I have pictures at home, and I can still speak French, I'm just rusty because I don't ever have a reason to use it." She told him with a shrug. She grinned and nodded as he tried to pronounce her name, he did better than some others.
"I bet it's kind of amazing to see the end result and know that you did something like that, though." Sophie said with a smile. She could only imagine it. It probably was a job that Bazzer should be proud of. Sophie had never heard of it herself. IT sounded interesting, though. She was sure that it was. She might ask him more questions about it later, she was sure. "I like school. I figure that once I finished what I was doing I would have gone back, but now I'm here." Sh said with a small gesture around them and a shrug. That was something that was a smack to the face to an extent. She hadn't thought too much about what she was really losing, but sometimes it hit her like that. She'd lost a lot. She was stuck here just like everyone else too.
Sophie did like organization. She liked to cook too. They both gave the same sort of feeling. She liked to feel not only like she was in control, but she liked to be able to be helpful and do something that people didn't even realize was important. She liked stage management because she was organized and because people overlooked it so often. "Crazy things? Hm....Oh, I had a guy that wanted a specfic section of mirror in the dressingroom. He taped his name on it and threw a fit when people would get in his way." Sophie grinned and then nodded. "I'll let you know! Thanks!"