Who: Chloe Sullivan and Bobby Singer When: Middle of the day. Where: Bobby's library, aka, Chloe's temporary space of living. What: She's finally been buried under books like she has been wanting since she arrived in Lawerence. But she still needs a break. Status: Incomplete
There was a reason man created a typewriter, the home computer, and later the personal laptop. Writing large quantities of information in a short amount of time with a piece of paper and a writing utensil was impossible. Kids these days didn't have the kind of tolerance as their parents. It wasn't what they taught in school anymore. Sure they taught basic writing since pre-school. By second grade they introduced cursive but did they really use it? No. Around the same time is when they introduced them to computers and did typing lessons every class. Obviously the kids would pick the easiest and faster way to get it done so they could go play. By the third grade she could type faster than anyone she knew but she still kept a pen and a notebook handy. It wasn't until high school that typewriters became her tool of choice. Then Lionel Luthor donated computers to the school and that completely revamped the way Chloe producted the school newspaper and did her homework. Technology had gotten better since her parents were in school but the electronic notebooks that her generation was so familiar with were not nearly as cheap as the notebooks anyone before her time used in school. At one point she had a database of anything she labeled as weird happening in smallville. The wall of weird went from being an actual wall to a functioning database that could be used as a search engine. It was easier to keep track of electronic files versus paper clippings that could fade and easily burn up.
Since settling in she had spent most of her time in Bobby's library, pulling down books that looked like they've had a lot of wear and tear. Those must be the ones that get used the most or are rare to find. The information in them must be valuable so she copied them word for word using the old fashioned pen and paper. The hand cramps didn't go away but she needed another database. Something to get her started. It would be a lot nicer if she had a computer but that wasn't in her budget. Aside from the pain in her hand it was a little soothing to be away from all the technology. Bobby had some things. His computer looked a little ancient but it worked. Then there was that wall of phones.. which she didn't ask about. Some things you just don't ask. He was letting her stay at his house, use his books, and his kitchen to cook them both meals. Bobby was willing to help. It wasn't her place to ask about the way he keeps his house.
While she was copying a paragraph about how a djinn might harm someone while supposedly making their wish comes true, something caught her attention. A small little pup that brought a smile to her face. Thatcher. It was time for a break. Sticking a piece of paper in the book to save for later, Chloe got out of the rickety old chair to pick up the little silver-blue pup. When she wasn't busy researching she made time to play with her. One of the nights she even woke up to find Thatcher laying on her stomach. Chloe didn't know what Lois was so worried about. Her gut feeling told her to trust these guys and they haven't done anything to make her feel otherwise. As long as it didn't bug Bobby she didn't mind having to stay longer than planned because there was a powerful demon out there.