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Day 38: Patients' Library
The intercom rang out, disrupting what had turned out to be a rather pointless breakfast conversation, at least in Brainiac 5's eyes. He couldn't wait to put more distance between himself and Scar's blather of how logic, of all things, might not work the same way in this dimension. It was almost enough to make him believe that the man may very well have been a lion originally after all, as he'd never heard anything so very... ignorant and uneducated.
He quickly finished up the fruit he'd been nibbling on - he was no longer as hungry as he had been - and looked around automatically to see where Clark was. Unfortunately with the press of people around, some being led off to the library and others to the mentioned 'therapy sessions' - if that was what they really were - he had lost sight of the Kryptonian. Still there wasn't many places he could go, so Brainiac 5 would be able to catch up with him eventually to check on his condition and try and learn more about what had happened last night. That the Chapel had healed him - admittedly by passing his injuries to another - was interesting, but far more important in his eyes was what had happened to Clark and his powers. They hadn't been working correctly and that worried the Coluan boy more than he would normally have admitted. Without Clark's abilities... he wasn't sure what they would have to rely on in order to escape.
Another problem he would have to deal with was Grell... or, if he was to believe the notes on the bulletin board, the person pretending to be Grell. But that was going to require more careful planning before he made a move. Come to think of it, he had agreed to meet another in the library today on that same post that had sparked this whole mess. At least then he would have something of interest to look forward to, as he doubted any of the 21st century books were likely to be worthwhile to someone of his advanced intellect.
Following the nurses led him to what must have been the library; a reasonably large room filled with a range of archaic books on tall shelves, a few tables and chairs interspersed around the room. The Coluan boy couldn't refrain from wrinkling his nose in distaste as he entered the room, not liking the cumbersome books and the dust that he knew would have gathered on them; he much preferred the clean arrangement of his C.O.M.P.U.T.O. systems back in the Legion headquarters. It was much more practical then shelves and shelves of books on fictional worlds and dated information.
Trying to avoid as much of the room as possible, Brainiac 5 settled himself down on a chair to wait, keeping an eye out for a tall, dark-haired man with a red... something on his forehead.
[for Homura]
He quickly finished up the fruit he'd been nibbling on - he was no longer as hungry as he had been - and looked around automatically to see where Clark was. Unfortunately with the press of people around, some being led off to the library and others to the mentioned 'therapy sessions' - if that was what they really were - he had lost sight of the Kryptonian. Still there wasn't many places he could go, so Brainiac 5 would be able to catch up with him eventually to check on his condition and try and learn more about what had happened last night. That the Chapel had healed him - admittedly by passing his injuries to another - was interesting, but far more important in his eyes was what had happened to Clark and his powers. They hadn't been working correctly and that worried the Coluan boy more than he would normally have admitted. Without Clark's abilities... he wasn't sure what they would have to rely on in order to escape.
Another problem he would have to deal with was Grell... or, if he was to believe the notes on the bulletin board, the person pretending to be Grell. But that was going to require more careful planning before he made a move. Come to think of it, he had agreed to meet another in the library today on that same post that had sparked this whole mess. At least then he would have something of interest to look forward to, as he doubted any of the 21st century books were likely to be worthwhile to someone of his advanced intellect.
Following the nurses led him to what must have been the library; a reasonably large room filled with a range of archaic books on tall shelves, a few tables and chairs interspersed around the room. The Coluan boy couldn't refrain from wrinkling his nose in distaste as he entered the room, not liking the cumbersome books and the dust that he knew would have gathered on them; he much preferred the clean arrangement of his C.O.M.P.U.T.O. systems back in the Legion headquarters. It was much more practical then shelves and shelves of books on fictional worlds and dated information.
Trying to avoid as much of the room as possible, Brainiac 5 settled himself down on a chair to wait, keeping an eye out for a tall, dark-haired man with a red... something on his forehead.
[for Homura]
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Not spotting either his roommate (either of them) or Plasmius, Brook simply chose someone at random - there were not many choices anyway - and had a seat across from a young man with black hair. "Good morning to you!" Sore or not, Brook could still have his manners about when he forcibly joined others at breakfast, "Might I join you?" he asked, already seated at the table.
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Before him was a giant with an afro. Danny thought he had seen everything, but apparently not. They were both sitting, but this guy was still at least a foot taller than him. Even more if one counted the giant mass of hair.
"Hey," he replied, blinking a few times to try and make it seem like he hadn't actually been staring. "Yeah, sure, I don't have any plans or anything." Danny fell silent for a few moments, wondering whether or not he'd seen this guy before. Surely he would've noticed someone as...quirky as this... "How long have you been here?"
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It was pretty difficult not to notice Brook, so the boy must have been distracted if it took him that long to realize that a afro'd beanpole of a man had approached him. Brook didn't mind it though, and glanced up at the books. Reading wasn't exactly his thing as music was much more pleasurable, but he supposed he hadn't much choice here.
"Thank you very much. I'm not very used to places like this, with so many books around! Ah, but I forgot to introduce myself didn't I? My name is Brook! Yohohoho! What might your name be?" he laughed, taking his attention away from the books to look at the boy.
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"I mean. I'm Danny." Yohohoho? What was next, and a bottle of rum?
Now that Brook was looking at him, though, his hand instinctively covered the title of the book in front of him. Danny was used to the fact that this place was full of people with powers, but he'd also heard of people here who were just regular civilians, and if Danny had been some regular person who spotted a kid reading up about ghosts, he would've been curious as to why.
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He wasn't prying to be nosy, he was just curious. If Danny knew more about books, then why wouldn't Brook want his advice on what was a good read?
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"T-this?" he stuttered, surprised by the question. "I-I don't really know, actually!" Cue nervous laugh--he didn't know what it was, even though he was reading it? Way to go. "I mean, I was reading it, but I wasn't all that interested. Kind of looking at it and not really paying attention to it, I guess." He shrugged. "You can have it if you want, I guess."
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Brook glanced down at the book, then held up a hand. "No no, I'll pick out one myself, thank you. Even if you weren't paying much attention, it is still the book you chose, so I wouldn't want to take it from you! Yohohoho! Now... what's to pick...?" He looked towards the bookshelves again, peering at the titles in turn.
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...wow. Did he actually just imply he wanted to go back to the library? This place was messing with him.
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There didn't seem to be any titles catching Brook's attention. He had passed over one that had "Comedy" in the title, but somehow the "Divine" part before the word had thrown him off. Thing relating to the otherworld, heavenly or hellish, were better left on their own. Brook had no desire to read about things he'd already experienced, after all!
"Yohohoho! I don't think there's anything I could get my nose into!" he laughed, nearly mentioning that he didn't have a nose, but he
did, so that wouldn't have been true! "I wonder if they would allow us to go the the music room instead?"