Day 27: Library

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Libraries, he'd found, were rarely as dull as people made them out to be.  Though he felt no magic in these tomes, they were still full of useful information.  Maybe some of them could tell him a little bit more about this world he'd landed himself in. 

For that matter, why hadn't he run into any of the others yet?  They'd all been fairly close together when they'd left Rekord, but he hadn't seen a trace of any of them.  He was able to communicate easily with the people here though, which led him to believe Mokona was within a mile or so.  Unless the ones running this little game had some other way to let all these other-worldly people communicate amongst themselves.  In which case, the others could be very far away indeed.

The library had that wonderful smell of old books, and Fai traced his fingers along the shelves, skimming titles and pulling books that struck his fancy.  Dorothy and the Wizard in Oz, The War of the Worlds, and with a smile, he found Bram Stoker's Dracula as well.  Raven had been telling the truth then, in spite of his own lies.  Ought to be a good start.  He sat leisurely at one of the tables and began flipping through his selections.

[waiting for Tamaki~]

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Sam shrugged uncomfortably, the remark hitting a little too close to home. The old bitterness had never quite faded, had simply been masked by guilt that he had never - and now would never - reconciled. "It could've been worse," he said simply. "A lot worse."

He smiled at the question, though the expression held only the barest touch of honest humour. "Hunter," he corrected. "Though I can see how you'd make the mistake. Easiest way to tell the difference is that we get demons, monsters, and murderous spirits, and they get giant marshmallow men trying to destroy a city. Ghosts are just the most common supernatural being out there - which is damn lucky for the rest of us."

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Hikaru was used to making people uncomfortable. In fact, he and Kaoru had gotten it down to an art form. Still, he could see that what he'd said had touched a nerve. Sam hadn't been an asshole to him, so he felt kind of bad.

"...Sorry. I shouldn't have said that."

And apparently the Ghostbusters comment hadn't earned him very many points, either. He shrugged. "Hey, I was just going with what I knew. And what I knew happens to be a bad American film from the 80s."

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Sam gave himself a mental shake, and forced a smile that conveyed more than bleak humour. Whatever his own difficulties might be, there was no reason to inflict them on someone he'd just met. One shoulder hitched up in a shrug, and he shook his head. "Don't worry about it. Most people'd say the same. Not that long ago, I'd probably have agreed with you."

He snorted quietly. "Guess the uniforms here don't help with that impression. All I need is Casper instead of the smiley face, and I'm all set."

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[ooc: since the shift is being extended, would it be okay if Kaoru also joined the thread?]

Hikaru yawned. Where the hell was Kaoru? He hoped his brother was feeling okay. That had been a pretty nasty stomachache earlier.

"Like I said at breakfast, my mom's a fashion designer. She'd probably have a conniption fit if she saw everyone dressed in like this."

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Sam snorted, a short sound that, while not quite a laugh, came close. "I don't think they really worry about how the uniforms look, as long as we can't easily smuggle a weapon in them."