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Any character, books
Date: 2012-05-23 02:18 am (UTC)Happiness is a book. 1/2
Date: 2012-05-24 03:43 am (UTC)Summary: Arcade nerdgasms over the discovery of a library full of books.
Glorious. Arcade stared at the spectacle before him and for the first time in his life he knew what it meant to be truly dazzled. Every where he looked, every corner, every shelf, every flat surface was occupied by a beautiful, pristine, perfectly perfect work of art. The room started to go dark before he remembered he had to breathe now and then.
Books. Everywhere he looked, a new tome he hadn't read yet. Leather bound, gold embossed, every color, every size, billions upon billions of ideas and words and stories and knowledge---it was like something out of a fairytale or a dream or a drugged out hallucination brought on by one of Cass' inconvenient attempts to get him laid.
He pinched himself. Was this just a dream? Was it a cruel cruel joke played by his own mind? Fuck it, Arcade told himself. It didn't matter if it was a dream. It was glorious.
“Um. Are you ok?”
Fingers snapped in front of his face, but Arcade did his best to ignore them. So many books. So little time. And where to begin?
The burning in his chest signaled he'd forgotten to breathe again. Not only were the books in perfect shape, but did his eyes deceive him? No! Alphabetical order and by author's last name!
“I'm never leaving this place,” he said.
The courier tugged at his sleeve, and Cass---fuck it. He didn't care what she or anyone else was doing as long as they weren't going to ruin any of this for him. He ran his fingers along the spine of the nearest book. Edgar Allen Poe. Short stories.
“Arcade? Arcade?”
The tugging intensified until he firmly extracted his sleeve from the courier's grip. Her dirty fingers left greasy prints. No, it didn't matter. Clothes could be cleaned, but books? Books were delicate wonders. They needed to be kept from the rough care of these barbarians, they needed to be sheltered, loved...
“I'm fine now,” he said as he slid the book off the shelf.
“Are you?” the courier asked.
Her heard her voice as though through a tunnel. So distant. So unimportant. He flipped a few pages in, savoring the smell of old ink and ancient paper. The Pit and the Pendulum was printed at the top of the page.
'I was sick---sick unto death with that long agony; and when they at length unbound me---'
Happiness is a book. 2/2
Date: 2012-05-24 03:45 am (UTC)A sharp whack on his back almost made him lose his balance. He nearly dropped the book. The courier grinned her stupid grin, her greasy fingers too close to him and the book and him. Mostly him.
“Are you insane? Don't do that!” he said.
“We can't stay here,” she said, “Got a million things to do and not a lot of daylight to do it in. Are you alright? You look really pale.”
“Go. Do your things. I'll be right here. Forever.”
He tried to look her in the eye but he just kept drifting back to “when they at length unbound me.” Then what? What happened next? And why? Who was this person? The courier slapped his hand when he cracked the book open again.
“You sure you want to stay here? It's empty,” she said, “And gross.”
“Go away now. Books to read. Your talking hurts me.”
“But you don't have any food---”
“Don't need food. Will live off knowledge. Go now.”
He would. He had a snack cake left over from the last time the courier got him shot. He could make that last until he developed the ability to exist without eating. Or until Julie sent more Followers to investigate his disappearance and then they'd stay too and they wouldn't touch the pages with greasy fingertips or use the delicate paper to wipe their asses because they were too lazy to walk five feet to get more actual toilet paper.
This library, this perfectly preserved, perfectly hidden trove of secrets---wall-to-wall books, WALL-TO-WALL---was what Arcade was born to find. It was his purpose, his reason to be, his heaven on earth. How could he ever leave it? It just wasn't possible.
“We'll drop something off on our way back, I guess,” the courier said, her voice echoing too loud in the quiet of utopia.
He ignored her and buried his nose back in the book. At last, Arcade Gannon had come home.
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Date: 2012-05-24 04:40 am (UTC)Re: Happiness is a book. 2/2
Date: 2012-05-24 04:00 pm (UTC)Ahem.
Awesome fill, a!a, had me cackling like a madman!
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Date: 2012-05-25 07:11 pm (UTC)If this double or triple posts, forgive me! I seem to be having weirdness with my computer right now.
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Date: 2012-05-25 02:00 am (UTC)Genius. :)
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Date: 2012-05-25 07:04 pm (UTC)OP
Date: 2012-05-25 02:13 am (UTC)And oh man, can I join Arcade?
Re: OP
Date: 2012-05-25 07:02 pm (UTC)Join away! The more the merrier (I'm hiding in the back.)
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Date: 2012-05-24 05:06 am (UTC)So Many Books, So Little Time [1/1 Complete]
Date: 2015-06-22 01:58 am (UTC)Tags: Gen, F!LW.
A library- a haven of learning, an oasis of knowledge, somewhere to figure out what in hell a squirrel is. She was grinning since Moira told her about it. Now, 101 flings open the doors of Arlington Library, and wonders if they stock magazines, so she can find the last issue of that comic she read in the vault. The Paladins eye her warily, and her smile falls.
It takes a moment to slip back into the “Who are you, what do you want?” charade she’s used to from everyone just struggling to survive in a Wasteland. Her eyes wander over the shelves behind the Scribe as she talks. Every book, burned.
Raiders, using books for tinder, and books for toilet paper, and books for everything other than learning- which is the one thing raiders really need. One of her bullets strays, and bits of illegible typeface fly out of a new hole in a rotted book. Tires and boxes are piled up as barricades for warfare in a place of knowledge. The Lone Wanderer gets to the computer, and downloads the archive, something about the Dewey Decimal System written on posters. She doesn’t know what that is, and she guesses she never will, since the book on it’s burned.
She takes the holotape back to Moira, road-weary and sad. And Moira thanks her for how much this means, when they’re just titles and authors and promises of things the Wanderer can never have.
She pulls up the archives on her Pip-Boy. She clicks one of the titles, A Complete Bestiary by Herebane Sorenshield.
It opens with a preface. It opens.
“Squirrels are members of the family Sciuridae, consisting of small or medium-sized rodents. This includes tree squirrels, ground squirrels, chipmunks, marmots, woodchucks, flying squirrels, prairie dogs...”
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