Jono wasn't ignoring the headwear, for the record. He'd take pictures, only he wasn't certain he'd get anything but a floating flamingo hat on film anyway.
//It was certainly striking, at least,// Jono replied, slipping into the room with his hands in his pockets and a decidedly more relaxed posture about him. Not that he intended to ruin all of the drama, of course, but he tended to save his gesturing for far more catastrophic situations.
Anyway, it wasn't as though the books would take him seriously if he had struck a pose too. He used to work here, after all. They knew better.
"Where?" Pinkie asked, looking all around -- including between her own legs -- for the glass houses.
Not finding any, she figured they should get back to business. "I came in like that," she said, "And I said 'Helloooooooooooooo!' and then those doors opened up." She pointed to the Special Collections. "So I went in to look, and I found the spell."
Because why wouldn't she wander into the creepy section of the library that just happened to open up creepily just when she was nearby? Come on, now.
Fucking hell, why were there people in his library? There were never people in his library, unless the fucking world was ending.
"Closed for inventory!" Constantine bellowed as he stomped out of his office, a pile of books whose writing seemed to... move? ... in his arms. "Didn't you people read the bloody sign on the bloody front door?"
//We can read, mate,// Jono intoned, removing his arms from his pockets mostly so that he could go and cross them in front of his chest. //Only it seems we've got a bit of an island-wide dilemma, and we were hoping we'd be able to find a solution to it in here.//
Seemed like the place to start, at least.
//It's shaping up to be a Special Collections sort of mess, I'm afraid. Not a disaster, but...//
"IwantedtobeabletohavefunwithallmyfriendsatthesametimeandsoIfoundaspellthatmadePinkietwinsandIuseditandthentheyuseditandnowtherearePinkiesEVERYWHEREanditsallmyfaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaulllllllllllllllllllllllllllt!" Pinkie wailed, bursting into fresh fountains of tears.
//Special collections,// Jono explained. //They used to keep it more or less unlocked, back before we understood just how dangerous it was. I'd deal with it being strange on occasion back when I was working here as an aide, but even then, non-employees would need permission from the librarian to enter.//
Pinkie, you were getting such a raised eyebrow. See what happens?
"Aye, I'm the librarian, Gothic. Problem?" Probably because you've got a cig hanging out the side of your mouth, John. IN THE LIBRARY. If you don't pay attention to it, it's going to ash on the nice books who cause madness if you try to make the writing hold still, and they won't like that.
He just raised an eyebrow at the rest of it. "Oi, Pink...lass." He was not calling her Pinkie Pie. He was not. It was below his British dignity. "So you're the one who cause a screaming alarm in my bloody apartment while I was sleeping one off. This would be why I'm doing inventory of the more dangerous stuff instead of drinking in my office."
John Constantine: Human Disaster, Not A Role Model. Just be glad he's not teaching this term.
He shifted his books to one arm so he could stub out his nicotine fix on his other hand. "Right then, back in you go, WITH Jon because like hell you're going unsupervised, and I've still got some Collections books in my office that I can't leave unguarded. Unless you read the spell out of something written in R'lyeh Glyphs... then that's in my office right now."
Pinkie had no idea what a R'lyeh glyph was. "I think it was in Equestrian," she said. "It had a shiny pretty horseshoe on the cover. Twilight Sparkle always finds answers to problems in her books, so I figured I could find one here, too and I'm sorry I set off alarms and disturbed your drinking and sleeping time and are you part dragon? You seem like you might be part dragon to me."
Right. Constantine was just going to look at her for a moment.
"Yeah, sweetheart. Part dragon."
What? He could be!
"Lotsa answers in books, haven't seen any with a horseshoe on it, though," he commented. "Think you can help Jon find it again?" Look, he really didn't want to back in right now unless he had to. And if Collections hadn't eaten Jono yet, it wasn't likely to do so now.
"Which - hey, Jon. Shelve these for me, yeah? Just don't read them too closely."
//Right, right, my pleasure,// Jono replied, rolling his eyes but taking the books that Constantine was holding all the same. //Normally I go in with a peace offering of some sort. Normally pie.//
He spared a thoughtful glance at Pinkie Pie, and then shook his head. No, that was probably a terrible idea.
//A few of the books that belong there will do in a pinch.//
"You wouldn't happen to have a card catalogue, would you?" Drac smiled fangily at the crazy person who thought he was a librarian. "That would make this exercise a little easier..."
"For Special Collections?" John asked, the fangs not phasing him a bit. Look, he slept with Navaan(?) fairly often. "Even if I did, it would be wrong. Thing changes its shape and organization as it wants, you just got to hope it feels like humoring the notion of cataloging."
"Consider those books your sacrificial offering," he continued dryly. "I can whip up a fresh pot of coffee as offering if that'll help. You're lucky it's the weekend - I only let it have decaf during the week. The real stuff might put it in a better mood."
Beat.
"Or help it come up with new and exciting ways to mess with you. 'Bout a fifty-fifty split."
"I think we'd better," Pinkie agreed. "Who knows what kind of havok I've managed to wreak on poor Fandom just while we've been standing here! I tried to teach me how to be nice and share, but I'm really not a very good listener." She flashed Constantine a bright smile (it was important to be nice and polite to those who helped you out, even when they were maybe part-dragon and even grumpier than Derek). "Thank you so much! We'll be superduperquick so you can get back to sleeping or drinking or whatever."
Derek kept up his trend of rolling his eyes at them both, stalking forward into a dangerous situation without putting much thought into it. Look, it was a Beacon Hills thing.
"I don't really see what's so bad about growing a tail," Pinkie said, swinging her own back and forth proudly (hope no one was standing too close behind her). "Tails can be superduper fun."
She trotted into Special Collections determinedly, her eyes narrowed and her tongue sticking out as she focused on spotting the book she'd used earlier. After several feet, she tripped and landed on her face with a disconcerting SMACK. All four of her hooves had gotten tangled up in vines.
"Huh. I don't remember there being a forest in here, last time."
//Welcome to Special Collections,// Jono explained, tucking the books under one arm and looking around. //We can walk in this for twenty minutes and find ourselves going around in circles, and then suddenly turn a corner and there'll be a castle there that wasn't there before. Or a swamp. Or a helicopter landing pad. This place has its moods, and it'll lead us around until it's good and ready to let us find the book we're looking for.//
He glanced up at what once was the ceiling before adding wryly, //or before it lets me put these ones away. I'm not just leaving them in th'woods, here.//
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Re: Into the Woods (or, you know, the library)
Date: 2014-06-30 12:00 pm (UTC)//It was certainly striking, at least,// Jono replied, slipping into the room with his hands in his pockets and a decidedly more relaxed posture about him. Not that he intended to ruin all of the drama, of course, but he tended to save his gesturing for far more catastrophic situations.
Anyway, it wasn't as though the books would take him seriously if he had struck a pose too. He used to work here, after all. They knew better.
Re: Into the Woods (or, you know, the library)
Date: 2014-06-30 04:54 pm (UTC)You guys knew nothing about making an entrance. Flips were necessary! FLIPS!
Re: Into the Woods (or, you know, the library)
Date: 2014-06-30 05:47 pm (UTC)Not finding any, she figured they should get back to business. "I came in like that," she said, "And I said 'Helloooooooooooooo!' and then those doors opened up." She pointed to the Special Collections. "So I went in to look, and I found the spell."
Because why wouldn't she wander into the creepy section of the library that just happened to open up creepily just when she was nearby? Come on, now.
Re: Into the Woods (or, you know, the library)
Date: 2014-06-30 05:50 pm (UTC)"Closed for inventory!" Constantine bellowed as he stomped out of his office, a pile of books whose writing seemed to... move? ... in his arms. "Didn't you people read the bloody sign on the bloody front door?"
Re: Into the Woods (or, you know, the library)
Date: 2014-06-30 06:40 pm (UTC)Seemed like the place to start, at least.
//It's shaping up to be a Special Collections sort of mess, I'm afraid. Not a disaster, but...//
Well, a bit of a disaster, actually.
Re: Into the Woods (or, you know, the library)
Date: 2014-06-30 06:44 pm (UTC)"Unless you want to deal with it."
Re: Into the Woods (or, you know, the library)
Date: 2014-06-30 06:46 pm (UTC)She didn't do things halfway, okay?
Re: Into the Woods (or, you know, the library)
Date: 2014-06-30 11:28 pm (UTC)"Spell books. Why are spell books kept in a school library?"
Re: Into the Woods (or, you know, the library)
Date: 2014-06-30 11:40 pm (UTC)Pinkie, you were getting such a raised eyebrow. See what happens?
Re: Into the Woods (or, you know, the library)
Date: 2014-07-01 12:15 am (UTC)Re: Into the Woods (or, you know, the library)
Date: 2014-06-30 11:34 pm (UTC)Drac arched an eyebrow. "He's the librarian?"
Re: Into the Woods (or, you know, the library)
Date: 2014-07-01 02:57 am (UTC)He just raised an eyebrow at the rest of it. "Oi, Pink...lass." He was not calling her Pinkie Pie. He was not. It was below his British dignity. "So you're the one who cause a screaming alarm in my bloody apartment while I was sleeping one off. This would be why I'm doing inventory of the more dangerous stuff instead of drinking in my office."
John Constantine: Human Disaster, Not A Role Model. Just be glad he's not teaching this term.
He shifted his books to one arm so he could stub out his nicotine fix on his other hand. "Right then, back in you go, WITH Jon because like hell you're going unsupervised, and I've still got some Collections books in my office that I can't leave unguarded. Unless you read the spell out of something written in R'lyeh Glyphs... then that's in my office right now."
Re: Into the Woods (or, you know, the library)
Date: 2014-07-01 03:12 am (UTC)Pinkie Pie: master of staying on track.
Re: Into the Woods (or, you know, the library)
Date: 2014-07-01 03:32 am (UTC)"Yeah, sweetheart. Part dragon."
What? He could be!
"Lotsa answers in books, haven't seen any with a horseshoe on it, though," he commented. "Think you can help Jon find it again?" Look, he really didn't want to back in right now unless he had to. And if Collections hadn't eaten Jono yet, it wasn't likely to do so now.
"Which - hey, Jon. Shelve these for me, yeah? Just don't read them too closely."
Re: Into the Woods (or, you know, the library)
Date: 2014-07-01 03:37 am (UTC)He spared a thoughtful glance at Pinkie Pie, and then shook his head. No, that was probably a terrible idea.
//A few of the books that belong there will do in a pinch.//
Re: Into the Woods (or, you know, the library)
Date: 2014-07-01 04:37 am (UTC)"You wouldn't happen to have a card catalogue, would you?" Drac smiled fangily at the crazy person who thought he was a librarian. "That would make this exercise a little easier..."
Re: Into the Woods (or, you know, the library)
Date: 2014-07-01 05:00 am (UTC)"Consider those books your sacrificial offering," he continued dryly. "I can whip up a fresh pot of coffee as offering if that'll help. You're lucky it's the weekend - I only let it have decaf during the week. The real stuff might put it in a better mood."
Beat.
"Or help it come up with new and exciting ways to mess with you. 'Bout a fifty-fifty split."
Re: Into the Woods (or, you know, the library)
Date: 2014-07-01 02:13 pm (UTC)Derek was fifty percent sarcasm and fifty percent judgemental eyebrows. So.
"Can we get a move on then?"
Re: Into the Woods (or, you know, the library)
Date: 2014-07-01 02:28 pm (UTC)Re: Into the Woods (or, you know, the library)
Date: 2014-07-02 12:20 am (UTC)"Then shall we? Jonothon?" Drac waved a hand to offer his friend the lead.
Re: Into the Woods (or, you know, the library)
Date: 2014-07-02 02:36 am (UTC)Jono was in no hurry to hang on to those books TOO long anyway. And who knew what mess the other Pinkies were getting into elsewhere on the island?
Re: Into the Woods (or, you know, the library)
Date: 2014-07-02 04:45 pm (UTC)"You probably won't grow a tail."
Derek on the other hand...
Re: Into the Woods (or, you know, the library)
Date: 2014-07-02 04:58 pm (UTC)She trotted into Special Collections determinedly, her eyes narrowed and her tongue sticking out as she focused on spotting the book she'd used earlier. After several feet, she tripped and landed on her face with a disconcerting SMACK. All four of her hooves had gotten tangled up in vines.
"Huh. I don't remember there being a forest in here, last time."
Re: Into the Woods (or, you know, the library)
Date: 2014-07-03 02:00 am (UTC)And then once more to the rear, just a little faster...
Uhm. "We did just walk into another room of the library, didn't we?"
Re: Into the Woods (or, you know, the library)
Date: 2014-07-03 02:25 am (UTC)He glanced up at what once was the ceiling before adding wryly, //or before it lets me put these ones away. I'm not just leaving them in th'woods, here.//
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