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[hadyougoing]

Tonight it's a library shift for Ava Wilson, which means she's upstairs at a desk by the door. The book that she's reading looks very old and very boring, and she's taking fastidious notes.

An exciting Saturday night? Maybe not.

But she is here for all your book-related needs.

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[04_after]

Quatre, wearing a pair of grey dress pants and a light pink dress shirt (his cufflinks are mother-of-pearl, but he's forgone a tie or other neckpiece tonight) gives the door a solid double-knock before opening it.

(Engrained politeness in his house; the libraries are close enough to private space that if the door is closed, you probably ought to give warning.)

"Oh," he says, on opening the door, and his curious look turns into brightness. His voice is still quiet, though. "Hello!"

[hadyougoing]

Ava looks up abruptly, blinking.

"Hey!" she says.

"Uh. Welcome to the library!" Face falling, "Are you looking for the bathroom? Because it's down the hall."

[04_after]

"No, but I'll keep that in mind," Quatre promises, "I was actually just planning to poke around--er, in an organized non-disturbing-of-books manner," he reassures.

"How are you?"

[hadyougoing]

Ava grins.

"Don't worry about it," she says. "I have a verrry effective book surveillance system."

... Look, libraries are one of the few places where it's unremarkable for rooms to be chilly and lighting systems to be archaic and subject to sputtering.

She never lets them hurt anybody. And when Hermione's around it's best to just not even bother.

"I'm okay! Little tired, little bored. How are you?"

[04_after]

Double on that not disturbing the books thing, then.

"Similar, I expect--I've run out of interesting non-work things, and my assistant banned me from work for the next six hours."

Not that Quatre couldn't hack around the quick block Pelle put on the systems, but he'd promised. There's the slight darkness of circles under his eyes to attest to why he's been banned.

"Not quite tired enough to sleep yet, though. Did--" he glances, to see if the library is empty, "your thing go well? Or oughtn't I ask?"

[hadyougoing]

Ava waves a vague hand. "My thing hasn't happened yet," she says ruefully, and raps the wood of the desk. "Knock wood."

She peers at him.

"She banned you from work?" A beat. "Does that happen a lot?"

[04_after]

Quatre reaches back to rap on the door jamb at her suggestion; it's not a superstition he's really familiar with, but it's polite.

"He," Quatre corrects, absently, before adding "sometimes? Not terribly often, but I've been having phone conferences with people in Brussels for the past few nights, and their day is currently right in the middle of our night."

[theseventhson.livejournal.com]

"... What're you doing here?"

With almost anyone else this question could be described as politely inquiring. In this case, however, it's something more along the lines of 'nonplussed and demanding.'

[hadyougoing]

Ava snorts, looking up from her book.

It's pretty easy to hear people coming from where she's set up. There's that whole opening-the-door thing.

... Then again, he probably could have been perfectly silent; Ava makes a habit these days of only being surprised for show.

"I work here?" she says.

A slight smile.

"Hi."

[theseventhson.livejournal.com]

A beat.

He figures 'working hard or hardly working' is too easy.

"Hi."

Master of conversation, he is not.

[hadyougoing]

She makes a bit of a face, mostly giggly; maybe 'hi' is totally normal vernacular for him, but somehow she views Septimus as ... slightly more formal.

Fancy that.

"What's new?"

[theseventhson.livejournal.com]

She isn't wrong.

"For being part of the bar at the end of the universe, remarkably little," he admits, not bothering to hide the fact that this irritates him. (Unfortunately, library jobs are never something he was conditioned for.)

It's about at this point that he starts looking for a chair.

"Yourself?"

[hadyougoing]

"There're some chairs at that desk," Ava says, making an educated guess, "or ... if you wanted a book I'm good for that too."

She spreads her hands, a gesture directed more or less at the emptiness of the room. (What can be seen of it, anyway.)

"There's not really a lot going on tonight." A rueful quirk of her lips. "I am, however, super excited for the prom thing this weekend."

[cannotforget.livejournal.com]

"... huh. So this is what the bar library looks like?"

There's a blonde girl standing by the door, arms crossed over her chest. She looks to be assessing the architecture.

"Y'know, I've been told about it a couple times. There's only so many drinks a girl can take before they get a little bored of sticking around downstairs."

[hadyougoing]

Fun fact: Blonde girl? Is a demon.

Ava's expression doesn't change from 'somewhat startled but pleasant,' but she does notice it. (You'd go nuts if you worked yourself into a heart attack for every demon around here.)

She seems ... strong ... at least compared to the demons she's got floating around the library-- though admittedly Ava's stillll not great at figuring out demonic hierarchies on sight.

"--Oh," she says, and says it before a weirdly awkward amount of time has passed.

"Hey! Yeah, uh, welcome. And luckily, you didn't actually bring a drink with you, so I don't have to give you the lecture."

[cannotforget.livejournal.com]

Ruby smirks, straightening so she can cross the threshold into the main library space. The pock! pock! pock! of her heels is mighty impressive in the stark quiet.

She turns to give the librarian an amiable smile.

Well, her meatsuit does.

"There's a lecture?"

She knows who this girl is. She'd be an idiot if she didn't recognize her.

And she's been through a hell of a lot of things in her existence to know she's being assessed. Subtly.

[hadyougoing]

Well, there's not an official lecture. Ava sort of cobbled a policy together based on her life experience of libraries.

"It's mostly about being really, really careful with open beverage containers," she says with dismissive cheer.

"You break it, you bought it."

[cannotforget.livejournal.com]

Her fingers graze the spine of the nearest book.

"Some of these books look preeetty expensive," she says. "What if someone couldn't pay for what they 'break'?"

[hadyougoing]

The motion is entirely unlike the screeching of nails down a blackboard.

Ava smiles.

"We draft them into slave labor," she replies promptly.

"I could probably also break some kneecaps."

[almosthonorable]

Ben's lost hours wandering through the stacks.

(He didn't exactly mean to, it's just what happened.)

He's got a Gutenberg Bible tucked under one arm, and a stack of dime novels featuring THE DEADLY OUTLAW BEN WADE and a book on sketching techniques in his free hand.

"Evenin', Little Miss Irony," he says, spotting Ava at the desk.

[hadyougoing]

Ava brightens.

"Hey Talldarkandcowboy!" she says.

"What's up?"

[almosthonorable]

"Well, in the literal sense ... "

Ben glances at the ceiling, half-smirk firmly in place.

[hadyougoing]

She rolls her eyes.

"Seriously?"

[almosthonorable]

"I'm only serious when I am," he says, mock-seriously.

"What're you doin' cooped up in here?"

[hadyougoing]

Ava grins.

"I work here, cowpoke," she says.

"In fact, I'm almost in charge."