2010-08-27: Library Catnap


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Summary: Kisha finds Hosea in the Library sleeping.

Date: August 27, 2010.

Log Title: Library Catnap

Rating: G

Xavier Mansion - Library

Like most Libraries, this one has that respected quite hush about it. A desk to check out books sits next to the door, next to the desk sits a statue of an Orangutan with a sign saying Return your books or else. Row upon row of books goes up and down the room. In the middle of all the shelves are two computers for looking up titles and a group of tables for students to sit and study. Along the back wall are windows with padded window seating for students to read in quiet.

Hosea is trying to study. He's three years behind in school, and while most people would be graduating this year, he's still a freshman. To help catch him up, he's been in summer classes, and now he's trying to get ready for the semester. Unfortunately, he was never raised to study, and so the tall African is here in the library, book open, and laid across his chest as he snores away in one of the soft chairs of the library. He's learning by osmosis.

Kisha isn't by nature an obsessive student, but her powers make some demands upon her that can only be filled by education. That and you never know when it'll come in handy having a half dozen books on any topic scanned onto your computer. To which end she's prowling the library for potentially useful tomes, already hefting four heavy looking reference books. As she walks past and spots Hosea she scowls and proclaims "Eugh! Sleeping in a library? Is there nothing people won't try and taint with lazyness?"

Hosea gives a start, snapping out of his slumber with bleary eyes. He blinks, and looks around, pulling the book on grammar off of his chest. He spots Kisha, and sits up a little straighter. "I must have fallen asleep," he says with a deep and rich Nigerian accent. "Thank you for waking me." He gives her a broad smile. "It is important to study hard, but it is vedy new to me still I think."

Kisha glances between Hosea and the grammer book, then shrugs. "Working hard is for idiots. You should always aim to work smart," she says seriously. "By which I mean intelligently, rather than smart in the traditional neat and tidy sense." She takes a step nearer, then nods towards the nearest table. "You don't mind if I use the table to work from do you? I need a flat surface for my scanner to function properly."

Hosea shakes his head. "I do not mind," he says. "You seem to be a vedy smart girl. It is good dat you have been born heah in America. You may become someone great one day!" Hosea compliments. "You parents must be vedy proud. My name is Hosea Ikbuku," he offers his name.

Kisha dumps the books on the table. The spines indicate they're all on soil types, water tables and other mining related topics. "I like to think I'll turn out how I intend regardless of things like culture or upbringing. There are plenty of exceptional people born in every country, thus I think a divergent nationality wouldn't have hindered me too greatly. As for my parents… Thier views are best not considered."

Hosea laughs, "You have nevah been to Nigeria, den," he tells her. "Do you like to dig?" he asks, examining the spines. He chooses not to press the matter on her parents. He leans forward, and places his book on the table.

"People can thrive anywhere given enough determination and ingenuity," Kisha counters, beginning to flick through the pages and take pictures with a little camera-esque device. "Digging itself is boring. But plenty of important things are either found underground or need to be kept there. Like electrical cables or communications lines."

Hosea just shakes his head with a smile at Kisha's counter, but doesn't keep the banter up. Americans. "I do not think I know much about those things," he says. "Do you desire to be in communications?" he asks, heaving his chair closer to the table.

Kisha shakes her head. "Not if I can help it. But you never know when you might need to tap into a fibre-optic cable! Besides there are other applications for things like danger room situations. Building wells, helping people trapped by fallen rubble and that sort of thing. And I won't need to read it all now, simply saving it up for later is enough for my purposes."

Hosea only barely knows what a fibre-optic cable is, and it's written all over his face. "I see," he says, "I tink it would be vedy good if you helped people with your knowledge. I do not know much about science. Dere was no place to learn dose sort of tings where I was young. But dat is okay, I do not know if I would be vedy good at dem anyway!" He gives his broad smile again. "What is your name?" he asks.

Kisha blinks a few times. "I didn't say? I'm Kisha, nice to meet you. And knowing isn't half as important as people think it is providing you've got the knack for something. You'd be amazed at how resourceful people can be with a limited education, I've read about old models of cars kept going in conditions which would turn a high end machine into a pile of scrap. Simply by people with a limited education being creative."

"You would have liked my village," Hosea says, "Dey do not have technology, but dere were many smart people dere. Dey could do many tings even though dere was not much to work with. But God provided all dat dey needed, yes? It was vedy good. It is good to meet you Miss Kisha."

"Please don't take it personally but I don't believe in anything which can't be proven and that rules out religion for me. It's simply not compatable with my neural wiring," Kisha offers with a hint of apology in her tone, still flicking through the pile of books. "I'm unsure if I'd like it, my power would make a low tech enviroment uncomfortable. But I do have a lot of respect for it."

Hosea seems to have a glint of amusement in his eye at Kisha's statement. "Dere are many types of knowledge, many tings can be proven, but not always by what you see and touch." He spots the clock. "I'm sorry to run, but I must go to work. I will look forward to meeting you again, Miss Kisha."

Kisha waves without looking up from her book. "Enjoy the rest of your day," she offers. "No doubt I'll see you around the grounds at some point or other. Unless I'm expelled for blowing something up which is entirely possible…"

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