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[toocoolforthis]

WHO: Dirk & anyone.
TONE: Serious with Jane, ?? with others
RATING: G for now
WHEN: Thursday, March 14th
WHERE: The library
WHAT: Open log!
STATUS: Ongoing.


It's not unusual to find students studying in the library, and that's where Dirk has apparently decided to do his work this evening, if the large stack of books next to him is any sort of indication. He's flipping through most of them, occasionally reading entire passages, but more often simply taking a glance and jotting something down on the parchment in front of him. From the stack of books around him, he's been doing this for a while.

Every so often, he gets up from his seat to shelve one volume and grab down another, taking the long way through the shelves to go get each book. Why? Well, asking him might get a result.

Comments

[stubbornskeptic]

Jane needs just one more source for her essay, and the only one on mushroom reactions to pixie wings is surely in this sec-- Dirk. Dirk is holding it. Dirk is standing in front of the bookshelf, making sure he's grabbed the right one.

She could still duck behind a shelf or something. He hasn't seen-- Merlin, he sees her.

"H-hi Dirk. You, um, you need that?"

[strideallknight]

Dave was in a mood. He wasn't quite sure why he was in a mood, but he was in it and he apparently planned on staying there for a while yet.

He hated feeling like that. It wasn't fun for him and it certainly wasn't fun for the people around him. Sadly, that mood had been building in the past several months, and only now was it starting to get the better of him. Not to mention it was making his insomnia worse than normal.

Ugh. Ugh. Dave was pretty sure he had a few sources of the current problems, but fuck looking at those right now.

So, why the hell was he in the library? Because it was quiet and books made lovely pillows, as well as an awesome wall.

Dave spotted Dirk pretty easily. While Dirk's back was turned, he quickly rearranged all the books so that it hid Dave from sight when he sat down at the table. One book was in front of him, he had no idea what the fuck it was, but it was good enough for a pillow. He crossed his arms on the book and put his head down, closing his eyes.

[shitknickers]

Jake watched Dirk take his notes and wander around the library for almost a full ten minutes (he so didn't have the attention span for more than that) before he finally wandered over to him and sat down, chin in one hand and eyebrows knit together.

"Dirk, what are you doing," he asked, frowning. This was possibly the most inefficient display Dirk Strider had ever given in the time Jake had known him. He was concerned and a touch alarmed.