Cleptophobia

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

[outside of the library]

My personal copy of Ulysses has gone missing from the library. Has anyone happened to see it? It has some sentimental value.

Comments

[oikoumene.livejournal.com]

I wish I could say that I'd borrowed it, but I'm afraid not! I was never quite as fond of Odysseus.

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

I was referring to the James Joyce work, but I would have to agree with you. He's not among the most valorous heroes of legend.

[oikoumene.livejournal.com]

Ha, then certainly not! I only know of the one told by Homer.

{Scratches his beard thoughtfully} Was it stolen, do you think?

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

I would like to think not... Though there was a young man who seemed to have an idea for taking books from these shelves and selling them.

[oikoumene.livejournal.com]

Oh? And who would that be?

[elegantthestars.livejournal.com]

I'm afraid to say I haven't.

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

I'll have to keep looking. How have you been, Inara?

[elegantthestars.livejournal.com]

If it's on the Plane, maybe I can help?

Oh, well enough. And you, my good doctor?

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

I would appreciate that.

Other than the missing book [and the tattle-tale cell-mate] I'm in good spirits. It's been a good week at the university, and the asylum has been as pleasant as it can be.

[firstmadeson.livejournal.com]

I am afraid not, have you checked on your world?

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

Oh, I'm certain it isn't there.

[firstmadeson.livejournal.com]

Really, are you absolutely sure?

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

Completely. Though, I don't believe we've met?

[pactum.livejournal.com]

[Emil stares at the library like he's never seen one before.]

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

Emil?

[pactum.livejournal.com]

[spacing out] Library...? Oh, that's right. Books go in a library...

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

[how curious. Crane is barely refraining from leaning over to stare at him like someone examining an oddly-behaving animal]

[gently, so as not to disturb him]

Generally, they do.

[weerweer.livejournal.com]

[Isaiah looks at the library, guiltily.
He smiles, guiltily.
He laughs a little, guiltily.]

Wasn't that a president?

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

Yes, as well as a film, a poem, several cities, a species of butterfly, and a book.

[weerweer.livejournal.com]

You know a lot of useless shit.

[that is actually said fondly.]

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

It seems to be an occupational hazard.

As is the tendency to lecture. Should I be thinking up a lecture now, Isaiah?

[harlequinades.livejournal.com]

[Harley frolics up, tilting her head.]

What, you lost a book, Professor? Ha! Next thing you'll tell me is that puddin' misplaced his favourite whoopie cushion. Now that's funny.

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

[he smiles at her]

You've caught my lie. How are you, child?

[harlequinades.livejournal.com]

[She smiles back, quite proud of herself.]

Not too shabby. Kinda bored though. I tell ya, they think we're crazy when they put us in, wait until we've gone a week with only cable and a couch!

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

Is Harvey in?

[because we all know what it means for the television when Harvey is in]

Ah, Harleen, would you mind coming with me? I have my other face around here and I've been itchy wearing only the suit and the Arkham issue clothing for so long. I like them and all but sometimes a Scarecrow has to have his straw.