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[alittlesweptup]

Date & Time: Post-monster infestation, mid-day?
Location: The Initiative Library
Characters: Charlie Cutter and Henry Sturges
Summary: ~*~Kindred bookworm spirits~*~
Warnings: Likely more lit talk than anyone cares for. Smack talking Dickens.

Honestly? It's been a rough couple of weeks and he's ready for a break. If he can get through the next few days without any monsters, militant cultists or any attempts at genocide, Charlie's prepared to call that a win. But right now he's just happy to be out of the near-constant drizzle and somewhere far more homey than the sterile overly-modern apartment complex or the shanty town that operates as Exsilium's marketplace. Some alone time with a bunch of dusty books and the novel concept of 'peace and quiet' is just what the doctor ordered.

The Intiative's Library is expansive enough that it takes Charlie a few minutes to get his bearings. It probably doesn't help that he doesn't have any goal in mind, just the urge to get his hands on something familiar. Something other than 1984. Or anything at all to do with time travel. In fact, maybe just stay away from everything sci-fi to be safe. He might be getting sick of the genre, as impossible as it would seem.

So how he ends up in classical literature is beyond him, but somehow he does. Despite the dearth of unfamiliar authors, it isn't hard to find something he recognizes. He doesn't even really like Dickens - there's only so many times you can read about disenfranchised orphans before getting a little jaded -, but at least it's recognizable. It figures that it would be something wholly mediocre like Great Expectations to survive into the dystopian future.

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Henry hasn't paid the Hold's collection its due attention, what with his time usually fairly well spoken for between staving off starvation and running the Initiative's little errands. So when a quiet afternoon presents itself, he's there in the stacks.

It doesn't surprise him to find the place nearly empty, and for a while he browses and battles the dust without crossing paths with anybody. Even less surprising is that when he does at last encounter a living soul, it's among the classics.

"I'd put that one down if I were you," Henry says, sidling along the shelf until he's standing beside the man. "You'll be disappointed."