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in a holding patter - [closed to Robbie]
Who: closed to Brainy and Robbie
What: Some quiet talking
Where: Their room.
When: Before "Shifting the Paradigm"
Warnings/Notes: N/A
[There is only occasional comms chatter worth tuning into, there's nothing he can think to do at the moment, especially since they need to bide their time. There is no lab to work in, he hasn't yet earned Infirmary access.]
[There is nothing for Querl to do and understandably that means he's going certifiably insane. When he walks into their room for the evening, he's carrying a massive stack of books. Shockingly, they're not all about science, but that's actually not that shocking when you consider he knows more than any of the science books here could teach him. The science books here are Coluan grade school level. He included a few so he could have a laugh or two, but the rest are just...books. Thick ones. Human literature.]
[Not really something he's usually interested in but needs must.]
[He reads in companionable mostly-silence and finishes each book in less than five minutes. He's no speedster, so his hands can't move super fast, but he takes in each page like a photocopy, instantly parses it, and moves on, so it only takes him as long as physically flipping through each book. The science books do indeed provoke a few "ha!"s at the comical incorrectness, and some of the literature is predictable but mildly diverting.]
[But it takes him a very short time to work through the whole stack. When he's finished, he looks at the pile, does the mental math of how many books were in the library, based on the shelving and average book spine width, cross-references it with the speed he can read X number of pages and -]
[And realizes that he's going to wind up working through the entire library in a very short amount of time.]
[Which is why he checks his omnicom again, sees there's not much going on yet after that discussion with Saturday, considers making another run against Jormgund, decides against it, and then throws one of the books at the wall at the foot of his little bunk cubby with smack.]
[Sinking deeper into his fit of pique, he kicks the pile of books off the foot of his bed, so they thud on the floor, like a bored cat and huffs out an annoyed sound.]
What: Some quiet talking
Where: Their room.
When: Before "Shifting the Paradigm"
Warnings/Notes: N/A
[There is only occasional comms chatter worth tuning into, there's nothing he can think to do at the moment, especially since they need to bide their time. There is no lab to work in, he hasn't yet earned Infirmary access.]
[There is nothing for Querl to do and understandably that means he's going certifiably insane. When he walks into their room for the evening, he's carrying a massive stack of books. Shockingly, they're not all about science, but that's actually not that shocking when you consider he knows more than any of the science books here could teach him. The science books here are Coluan grade school level. He included a few so he could have a laugh or two, but the rest are just...books. Thick ones. Human literature.]
[Not really something he's usually interested in but needs must.]
[He reads in companionable mostly-silence and finishes each book in less than five minutes. He's no speedster, so his hands can't move super fast, but he takes in each page like a photocopy, instantly parses it, and moves on, so it only takes him as long as physically flipping through each book. The science books do indeed provoke a few "ha!"s at the comical incorrectness, and some of the literature is predictable but mildly diverting.]
[But it takes him a very short time to work through the whole stack. When he's finished, he looks at the pile, does the mental math of how many books were in the library, based on the shelving and average book spine width, cross-references it with the speed he can read X number of pages and -]
[And realizes that he's going to wind up working through the entire library in a very short amount of time.]
[Which is why he checks his omnicom again, sees there's not much going on yet after that discussion with Saturday, considers making another run against Jormgund, decides against it, and then throws one of the books at the wall at the foot of his little bunk cubby with smack.]
[Sinking deeper into his fit of pique, he kicks the pile of books off the foot of his bed, so they thud on the floor, like a bored cat and huffs out an annoyed sound.]