[Closed] Home is Wherever I'm With You

[kyoumibukai]

Date & Time: During the rebellion, Nov 17-19

Location: Tokyo, Japan

Characters: Philip and Shotaro Hidari

Summary: Coincidentally shopping for tech components while the rebellion is going on, Shotaro has to keep his partner from walking into walls in the Library. 

Warnings: None that I know of!

Shotaro is somewhere ahead in the crowd, and Philip feels like it's just fine to go into the library while the two of them walk. He's by no means good at walking while referencing the library, especially not in Tokyo crowds, but staying away for even another moment while he knows that he does have access is unimaginable. He's like a thirsty man being told not to drink so much water that he gets sick... But he won't get sick, he'll just walk into strangers he doesn't care about. Win/win. 

He goes into the library without his customary flourish, murmuring keywords to himself as he walks ahead like a man in a trance. Their first check upon arriving was paltry, insufficient. As the infinite bookshelves swirl around him, he feels a sense of calm. His walking in the crowd mirrors his walking in the library, and he soon comes across a series of unfamiliar shelves. They look strangely redacted, the words are unreadable, even though he knows every past and present alphabet. He picks up one of the books and pages through it, but nothing within makes sense.

He frowns. "Hmmm... Curious..." he mutters aloud, and then puts it back, feeling someone sliding by him in the real world. He begins to walk again, distracted. There are many of these unreadable bookshelves. As many as the readable ones. He lifts one of the readable books and finds familiar Earth history in the pages. "I see..." he says with a grin. The books he can't read must be this world's knowledge. He's not upset about the lack of information, really. The fact that he knows is more important to him. His libarary is the one he was resurrected to be the avatar of, anyway. Not the library of this alternate Earth. He just pages through the book he's picked up, reading about the various hybrids of viola tricolor hortensis, walking into people without really caring about it at all. 

Comments

I STARTED THIS TAG ALL READY TO BE NOIR BUT THEN HE WAS AN IDIOT

[kirifuda]

Crowds. On the moonbase (and really, what was a man like him doing on a moonbase?) things had been cramped. The cafeteria had always been more full than the quality of the food really invited, dangerous dames and tired-looking men gathered around those dispensers of morning life--coffee. (Shotaro has swallowed down one cup before he'd decided to avoid it until something better revealed itself. Maybe he could buy some between dress shirts and sparkplugs.

More than a detective, however, Shotaro is a half-and-half detective, and what was one half without the other? He's been keeping one eye on Philip since they got on that freaky pad thing anything in the first place, but with this many people he's been doing his best to keep out from being underfoot. What he wouldn't give to be back in his own beloved city. He pauses in front of a shop selling clocks (clocks, while he was time traveling, there was irony in that--) to look back, and he spots his partner making a general nuisance of himself.

Shotaro scrubs at his face while groaning, exasperated, and navigates between people to catch Philip's still-too-skinny wrist in his hand. "Philip," he says, low, leaning close to his ear, "seriously?!"

He knows this is the first time in over a month Philip's been able to come and go from the library as he pleases, but the middle of the damn street is not the place. He tugs Philip after him, ducking between people. The faster they got their shopping done, the faster they could crash in a hotel room so Philip could research to his heart's content.