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[firstmadeson.livejournal.com]

[Sorin has a problem, he wants to get some work done but to his shame he is still mildly uneasy around all the space out there- he can tolerate it while he's moving around and talking to people but doing work? He wouldn't be able to settle.

So! He has remembered Crane's library from the start of their book finding adventure and has secretly managed to drag a desk through the entrance and set up his paperwork on it- Ah, finally a chance to actually get some proper work done without a Elite accidentally setting themselves on fire or tying two groupies together and not being able to get them loose...

...Except he really doesn't look please with this work; in fact he's holding his head in his hands and looking rather incredibly annoyed by the papers in front of him (several photos of a seemingly twelve year old boy with a pierced lip and dyed black hair for the eagle eyed); obviously the Elites and their incredible stupidity must follow him everywhere.

In fact, somebody on fire would really cheer him up right now]

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[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[Nine is not actually on fire, but his jacket looks a bit singed. Because he may have been exploding a few things. Aheh. He pops his head into the library, and wanders in when he sees Sorin] Bad day?

((ooc: Idk if you want to keep backtagging on the other one or just assume that they danced and it was cute and awkward, up to you. XD BUT HERE, have a tag either way.))

[firstmadeson.livejournal.com]

[Sorin glances up at that and nods] Indeed, very frustrating... I really do not understand why it is so hard to follow simple rules.

[Aaaand then he notices the singed jacket] ...What happened?

[OOC: can we play out the adorkable dancing actually? Because extra added adorakble is always fun :3]

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[grins] Explosives happened! Been testing out a few new ones. They worked. ...Oh, and speaking of things that work, I managed to rig up a system for you. Sort of.

((ooc: YEP. I shall go search for it now. :3))

[firstmadeson.livejournal.com]

...Does this system involve explosives?

[OOC: :3]

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[sheepishly] Er, no, that was just for a bit of fun. Erm, the security system operates on number coding your entrances, and guarding them with an ultraviolet light barrier. Can't enter in the right code? Zap, radiation. Instant sunburn. Not sure if it'll have the same effect on vampires as direct sunlight, but it might. Otherwise there's the silver solution, but I wasn't sure if you wanted to go for killing them, or keeping them away.

[firstmadeson.livejournal.com]

Ah [He really wants to comment more on the "fun" part but the security system is better news; it even brings a smile!] That sounds wonderful actually; not strong enough to kill in case of mistakes- but strong enough to stun and gain a advantage, great.

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[beams] Fantastic! You can thank Straxus, it was his idea.

[firstmadeson.livejournal.com]

...Is he another Time Lord?

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[nods] I was surprised he offered to help, honestly. But apparently I'm not the only one who's breaking out of the mold, so to speak. He's befriended some female vampire here.

[scienceandgod.livejournal.com]

[Arthur is, unfortunately, anything but on fire. He'd simply been wandering the library out of curiosity, looking over the shelves of books. He doesn't seem to notice Sorin, not yet, but rather seems very focused on the material in front of him]

[firstmadeson.livejournal.com]

[Sorin is very disappointed by you Arthur :|, but he just looks up and sniffs before leaning back slightly- because any distraction is one to be seized at the moment] ...What are you looking for?

[scienceandgod.livejournal.com]

[He jumps; he hadn't expected anyone else here] Mathematics.

[firstmadeson.livejournal.com]

[Sorin likes doing that] Not my chosen interest but it's a nice enough subject; what area? [he knows very well that he's avoiding paperwork, by this point he doesn't care]

[scienceandgod.livejournal.com]

Physics. Astrophysics, to be exact.

[a pause] Forgive me for disturbing your work.

[firstmadeson.livejournal.com]

The stars and other such things? This place must be rather interesting to you then.

[He smiles faintly, distraction is good!] It can wait until another day; it's hardly that important after all.

[scienceandgod.livejournal.com]

[The briefest of smiles] Absolutely fascinating, as inaccurate as parts of it may be.

But still, if you would rather I let you be...

[firstmadeson.livejournal.com]

...Inaccurate? In what ways?

No, no, don't worry yourself- it isn't vital.

You rang?

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

[Axel appears behind Sorin and looks over his shoulder.]

Nice piercing.

Re: You rang?

[firstmadeson.livejournal.com]

[dnbvgdfjb He'll just be spining around and glaring now] Is it? I've never seen the appeal myself.

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

[Axel straightens.]

Something wrong with being shiny?

[firstmadeson.livejournal.com]

It looks ugly.. Especially when you're twelve.

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

... Twelve? Okay, yeah, I'd have to agree. You shouldn't be getting piercings unless you're old enough to date.

[firstmadeson.livejournal.com]

Mm, but sense has never been a trait of celebrities after all.

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

Nope. [He sits on the corner of the desk.] So what are you doing? Besides staring at pictures of kids.

[firstmadeson.livejournal.com]

[Sorin's glare is moving rapidly into death glare territory, HIS NICE CLEAN DESK!] It's not what it looks like; he's a escapee who we need to find.