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Tweak says, "I'm sensitive & I like it"

Maison Roberts (big_l_librarian) wrote in utr_logs,
@ 2011-03-11 18:28:00

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maison roberts, phoebe

Who: Maison and Phoebe (and probable cameo by Quorra)
Where: Flyleaf Books - London
When: Friday evening
Warnings: Probably not

Maison had emerged from what he called the clinic, which was the book repair room in the back, shortly before five, since he knew they'd be having a customer. He knew Quorra was around because he could hear her humming to herself as she shelved books. It made him smile, really, that she liked them as much as she did, though he worried about her sometimes, since it seemed that she had a lot of book-learning, but not a lot of practical knowledge.

He checked himself over to make sure he didn't have thread in his hair or glue spots on anything that wouldn't wash before he took up residence behind the register, keeping an eye on the door.

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quetehagamujer
2011-03-12 05:36 am UTC (link)

"I brought a little something for you, actually, something I wrote up last night."

She retrieved the journal, marked halfway with a sticky tab. "You see, I'm a very ancient soul. One of the original gods, I'm a Titanide. It is odd to say so so much now, but here? Things are very different. Up to that tab, you'll find songs to the gods offered with sacrifices that I've never seen published anywhere. No credit is necessary, but if you'd like to make, say, pamphlets of them or what have you, you're more than free to do so. I doubt news radio will come knocking and banging, as this place is so small at the moment. As for proper publication, no, that wouldn't be the way to go at all."

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big_l_librarian
2011-03-12 05:47 am UTC (link)

His brows both arched as he looked them over, leafing through carefully, "This is... actually really neat. It'll go well with the educational pamphlets on the sordid and bloody history of the printing press."

Where many stores had a rack of tourist-attraction pamphlets and maps, Flyleaf had information on book and bookstore history, as well as library information and other book resources.

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quetehagamujer
2011-03-12 05:52 am UTC (link)

Which Phoebe would find much more interesting than most everything else in the store!

She stood up with two new translations of The Odyssey she hadn't hadn't found already, or had the opportunity to do so before now. She hiked her bag and put them under that arm, securing them in place. "You're free to use them as you please. If you'd like, I could try to put them to music, though I'm not the best singer in the world." Which was a lie. After all, how could her grandson be the god of music if it hadn't run in the family somewhere? "And perhaps you or Quorra could sing them, I'm not sure about either of your singing voices, of course."

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	big_l_librarian 2011-03-12 05:57 am UTC (link)
	"I sing a little." He said, which was true, mostly these days he just sang for Brendann and their cat, "Mostly I play bass." He shrugged, "But I might try setting them to music, got a group project going on to set Allen Ginsberg's 'Howl' to music. It's proving to be interesting." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

quetehagamujer
2011-03-12 06:03 am UTC (link)

"I'd be lying if I didn't say I wasn't willing to help you with the tunes, as I know them so well," she said with a grin, tapping one of her temples. "I may be archaic, but the prayers and sacrifices of the people are all still quite well-remembered up here."

She turned and looked at the next section. "Now how about that cafe? I've got quite enough to make due with my notes for today, or I could write out more, if you'd like."

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	big_l_librarian 2011-03-12 06:13 am UTC (link)
	Another smile, leading her back downstairs and to the other half of the building, a modest cafe with some oversized gears hung here and there on the walls, looking more arty than industrial, "Coffee? Tea? See what I've got under the counter?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

quetehagamujer
2011-03-12 07:06 pm UTC (link)

"Ooh, what've you got under that counter there?" she inquired playfully, leaning on the edge of it and sneaking a peek quickly before tilting her head back up and clasping her hands to interlace her fingers. A tongue came out to lick the corner of her lips briefly, and then it was gone.

"Nice place," she said after a moment, having given it a once over. "Very quaint, I do very much like it."

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	big_l_librarian 2011-03-12 07:25 pm UTC (link)
	He grinned as he stooped to rummage around on the shelf under the counter, "Looks like I've got a good Port, a couple bags of coffee beans, and ..." Here he cracked up, shaking his head, "And one of Torii's friends." he pulled the little pluffy out from under the counter, setting it on top, "She leaves these things everywhere." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	quetehagamujer 2011-03-12 08:08 pm UTC (link)
	"Oh my word!" she exclaimed at the appearance of the nostalgic yellow puff with the big eyes, remembering having some on her desk when they first came out. "I forgot all about these things! How are you, Monsieur?" she asked it, leaning down to pet him properly and wiggle what parts would still wiggle. "A good Port sounds lovely, Maison, thank you." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	big_l_librarian 2011-03-12 08:11 pm UTC (link)
	"Hope you're alright with drinking it out of a coffee cup." He said, pulling one down from the shelf, "Don't have any stemware, I'm afraid. Those guys are kind of Torii's calling card, for a while she could bind things at the molecular level and she was permanently sticking them everywhere." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

quetehagamujer
2011-03-12 08:14 pm UTC (link)

"In-cred-ih-bull," Phoebe replied, flicking his little eyes and antennae and watching them roll and flick out before coming back. "I was never much one for science, it's been quite some time since I read up on anything new..."

She mused a bit, resting her head on her hands as she got down to eye-level with the old-timey beast, seemingly staring him down. "And coffee cups are quite wonderful, I don't mind in the least."

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	big_l_librarian 2011-03-12 08:21 pm UTC (link)
	"Oh it wasn't science so much as everyone getting weird powers." He said, pouring the wine into a white ceramic diner-style coffee cup, "I think she orders them in bulk anyway for the sole purpose of leaving them places to confuse people." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

quetehagamujer
2011-03-12 08:39 pm UTC (link)

"However could they be confusing?" she inquired, gently wrapping two fingers around the mug's holder and the rest on the bottom. Somehow, though she knew it was Port, she suddenly thought she'd received coffee. Ah, the association the mind makes with everyday objects! How peculiar! She'd have to write something about it later. Such as how her ring was the only thing to remind her to stay faithful, it was only the alcoholic smell that kept in her mind that it wasn't a very staunch brew of tea or coffee, but what she'd seen him pour in. The inner workings of the mind, how interesting an experience to recognize and write on!

"They're adorable," she said, tickling the side of it again. "I used to have a variety of them in different colours in my office, way back in the days they had just come out. Very popular."

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	big_l_librarian 2011-03-12 11:45 pm UTC (link)
	He nodded, leaning against the counter, "I think that's why they confuse people, because the people who saw their rise as a fad know their time has passed, and ones who don't don't know what to make of them." He shrugged, smiling crookedly, "That's my working theory, anyway. She might just do it because she likes the little guys." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	quetehagamujer 2011-03-13 09:19 am UTC (link)
	"How can you not know what to make of them?? They've always been adorable!" Phoebe took a sip of her wine, still trying to disassociate coffee with the cup, and beckoned him with a long finger. She moved to have a seat at the nearest little table, putting the tote on an extra chair and her books on the table. "So, tell me a little about where you come from." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	big_l_librarian 2011-03-13 04:02 pm UTC (link)
	He shrugged as he followed, sprawling himself into the opposite chair, "I think mostly it's that nobody knows what to do with them once they find them." He tilted his head at the questioning statement, "What would you like to know?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

quetehagamujer
2011-03-13 05:16 pm UTC (link)

"Hmmm, could we start with the faith of your world, and how your faith works into it?" she asked after a moment, leaning forward attentively and putting her elbow on the table like she knew not to, holding her chin in her hand. It was the easiest way to show that she was listening, she'd found in her many years. The wine rested gently between her elbow and her chest, and she added: "Unless that's a very touchy subject, then that's fine. Being who I am, you can gather it would be one of first questions, I'd think."

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big_l_librarian
2011-03-13 05:35 pm UTC (link)

"Not touchy at all." He said, smiling again, "At least not for me, and I'd say there's probably as many faiths as people with faith." A shrug, "There's Catholics and Muslims and Jews and the rest the same as anywhere."

Another shrug, leaning back in his seat, "Me personally, I was raised on an indian reservation, by my mother, so I mostly remember the little-gods, and the folk heroes. Raven and Coyote and Estsanatlehi, that's, uh, the Changing Woman, White Buffalo Woman and the rest." He shook his head, "It's not like a regular prayer kind of thing, don't make offerings or burn incense, I just tell their stories, because I think that's how they'd want it."

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quetehagamujer
2011-03-13 05:42 pm UTC (link)

"I know very little of the Native American gods," she confessed, picking up her mug of wine in her free hand and taking another sip of the sweet alcohol. "You can tell me more, if you'd like."

She leaned back in her chair, the coolness of the cup bouncing off the warmness that her hands had felt on him earlier, and barely contained wanting to blow across it. Still not coffee, self!

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big_l_librarian
2011-03-13 05:56 pm UTC (link)

"Most of them are more like folk heroes." He said, "Because we tell the stories about their mistakes the same as we tell about their triumphs. Like, like why bats sleep upside down?" He shrugged, "A long time ago, when history was still new and the Animals were People, Coyote was looking for a wife, Coyote had all sorts of women, and some men too, I suspect, but time came that he wanted to settle down."

He was smiling crookedly, he really did like telling the stories, and it had been a while since he'd had the chance, "And Bat told him: 'why don't you take the wife of Hawk Chief? Everyone knows Hawk Chief has been missing his wife is probably lonely'" He even did voices, "So, Coyote did, at least until Hawk Chief came back, and when Coyote told Hawk Chief who'd given him the advice, well, that didn't go over to well. So Bat and Hawk Chief had a fight, and Hawk Chief threw Bat aaaall the way into a juniper bush." He swung his arms as if hoisting someone out a door.

"Bat tumbled into that juniper bush, and his moccasins got stuck in the high whippy branches and try as he might he couldn't get himself down, and he tired himself out and he fell asleep." Another smile, "So that's why bats sleep upside down to this day."

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	quetehagamujer 2011-03-13 06:02 pm UTC (link)
	"Fascinating..." she mused, having listened and clearly absorbed it the entire time. She had even leaned forward again, put her wine on the table, and folded her hands while still somehow managing to sit up correctly. "That's very interesting, Maison." There was a moment before she added: "And I can actually believe it, too," with a soft smile. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	big_l_librarian 2011-03-13 06:21 pm UTC (link)
	"Oh I don't doubt it happened in the long-ago. All sorts of stuff was happening then, the world was still being shaped and everyone was still shaping it just by living in it." A shrug, "But that's what I mean about telling the bad stuff along with the good." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

quetehagamujer
2011-03-13 06:25 pm UTC (link)

"It's quite hard, back in ancient days, to keep followers who will do the same," she confessed, pursing her lips a little. "Those who know that Zeus is a self-righteous b-word, you know. That he didn't do all that well with the ladies, that he forced many of them...but who would dare say such things without fear of his wrath? Or of Poseidon, or of Cupid, or Ares? Of course, our belief and the power that comes from it has dwindled and faded, but still...I do not understand how many people read the myths as very interesting without realizing that so many of these gods and...my grandchildren, for instance, slaughtering the brood of Niobe after she insulted their mother about only have two children...and yet, everyone loved and feared them...I'd prefer belief with honesty behind it, like with Bat and Coyote and Raven, then fearfulness."

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big_l_librarian
2011-03-13 06:33 pm UTC (link)

Another nod then, still leaning back comfortably in his chair, "I think that's the difference between gods who are apart from their people, and gods who walk among them. Raven and Coyote and the rest were always down among their People. And when the People were cold, Coyote stole fire to keep them warm."

Another small smile, "And when he found a baby up on Spruce Mountain, he brought her to the People to raise."

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quetehagamujer
2011-03-13 06:49 pm UTC (link)

"They certainly sound like very good beings to follow," she said, and then she threw back her cup and consumed the rest of the wine before putting it down, shaking her head a bit, and pulling a comical face. "Ah, the mind is a beast of mystery, isn't it? I did so love the idea of having Port, but in such cups it only made me want coffee. How peculiar! If your tools and equipment are the same, I don't mind setting it up myself."

Another smile. "And you can read over what I gave you in the meantime, if you'd like."

And then, without another warning, she got up to do just that. An independent woman, a hopeful financier of this new place, she saw nothing out of the norm with making a pot of coffee. "Would you like some, Monsieur Maison?"

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