His notebook was full of notes scratched in an almost unrecognizeable shorthand. While Mosi tried to keep it in english, that wasnt always the case. Still he felt confident that the bulk of this research from books had been completed. Putting them all back neatly where he found them, he began to search for past editions of the newspaper. After circling the entire library he gave a sigh of defeat and headed to the desk.
There was a woman manning the post and he tried not to be too impatient with his questioning.
"Excuse me, I was wondering if you could tell me where you keep the past copies of the Wall Street Journal? I am in need of several years worth of that for research."
Mosi could see his table from here slightly. His bag closed but sprawled across the table, his spiral notebook open with three pens and a pencil nearby. The leather coat was draped across a chair and his hat was tossed negligently near his bag. Hopefully she had not noted his location or would forgive him for his messy habits. Its not like he planned to move in, he was just focusing on research.
Afternoon Research
Mosi had been very busy lately. Settling into life here in America, Nachton specifically, integrating with the pack, and lately settling into his home away from home. Unfortunately he found himself needing to concentrate on his schoolwork. Economics was demanding a lot of his attention lately. His professor had assigned a research project to them which required him to venture to the city library to unearth the information.
Since he simply needed to review the books, Wall Street Journal archives and use one of the shonky computers available, Mosi had not bothered to venture to the counter or acquire a card. If his prof needed more of him, he would do so, but for now he figured everything could be done in one night if he applied himself. It was still early, only 4 pm yet, but since the moon was waning he could spend however long it took.
In no time he found himself staking out a rather large table and piling econ books atop it. The newspapers were unfindable so he worked on reading the ethics from the books first. He would venture to find the libarian soon as he was done with this mob.
((Open))
Mosi
18 years ago
Nikhila
18 years ago
Never having been a dean, this was all new to Nikhila. She had taken classes in education administration before, but did anything really prepare you for doing it yourself? In her opinion, no.
The library, therefore, had been a logical starting point. Just walking in it she felt at home, the smell of books, papers and warm computers were better than fresh baked bread. Finding the journals, she’d wanted Nikhila had nearly everything she wanted but was shy one article. No matter where she looked, it was not to be found, it must be in the circulation room for one reason or another. She couldn’t leave without at least asking after it and approached the counter.
There was a young man in front of her, at his query she smiled slightly.
“Are you taking a class?”
Smiling softly she wondered if he was one of their students or potential student. Probably not, there were other schools of various types in the area.
The library, therefore, had been a logical starting point. Just walking in it she felt at home, the smell of books, papers and warm computers were better than fresh baked bread. Finding the journals, she’d wanted Nikhila had nearly everything she wanted but was shy one article. No matter where she looked, it was not to be found, it must be in the circulation room for one reason or another. She couldn’t leave without at least asking after it and approached the counter.
There was a young man in front of her, at his query she smiled slightly.
“Are you taking a class?”
Smiling softly she wondered if he was one of their students or potential student. Probably not, there were other schools of various types in the area.
Montana
18 years ago
Ana was buried deep in the request arrival box, pulling out and cataloguing books arrived from other state branches, when she heard the rather unique-sounding accent at the main desk. She heard, as she worked, her co-worker Cyndi across the stacks, talking rather loudly with a library patron, and saw Josh out of the corner of her eye walking out for his lunch break.
It didn't occur to her immediately that she and Mrs. Penderghast were the two remaining librarians available to assist the gentleman.
And it was to Mrs. Penderghast the gentleman spoke.
Sliding over, she handed her completed request catalog list for the older librarian to verify, blocking her response to the library patron, and was about to address the young man's question about where older Wall Street Journals were located when he was suddenly addressed by a woman behind him. Adjusting the glasses on her nose, she waited for his attention, unwilling to interrupt.
It didn't occur to her immediately that she and Mrs. Penderghast were the two remaining librarians available to assist the gentleman.
And it was to Mrs. Penderghast the gentleman spoke.
Sliding over, she handed her completed request catalog list for the older librarian to verify, blocking her response to the library patron, and was about to address the young man's question about where older Wall Street Journals were located when he was suddenly addressed by a woman behind him. Adjusting the glasses on her nose, she waited for his attention, unwilling to interrupt.
Mosi
18 years ago
Mosi had directed his question to the woman seated behind the desk, who looked about 70 years old and quite disagreeable. Still this was her domain and he strove to be respectful and polite to the elder woman. Luckily she was distracted by another library employee when the patron behind him spoke. With a slight turn and smile at the tall brown skinned woman behind him, Mosi nodded.
"Right, I am a student at the Univeristy. Mr. Rosten's Economics brings me here, he just assigned a project and I wanted to get a jump on it."
Mosi was aware he looked quite a bit younger than his actual age. Most would not believe he already held a bachelors in Business Administration and was taking the needed courses for his MBA. His clothing placed him in no distinct age or social strata since he was wearing baggy kacki pants and a woven V neck sweater from which a black Tshirt peeked out of. The sweater had been handmade by his sister from a soft wool that appeared scratchy on the outside but was really quite soft. The natural wool shade, a dingy beige, did not bother Mosi in the least. His leather sandels would have been more appropriate in California than Nachton this time of year but he had yet to give them up for boots.
When the girl with the glasses looked at him, patiently waiting, he turned back around looking hopefull that she could help him find what he needed.
"I've been fossicking through this library an not found the papers. Could you point me in the right direction. And I also need to tee up computer time, do I do that here?"
"Right, I am a student at the Univeristy. Mr. Rosten's Economics brings me here, he just assigned a project and I wanted to get a jump on it."
Mosi was aware he looked quite a bit younger than his actual age. Most would not believe he already held a bachelors in Business Administration and was taking the needed courses for his MBA. His clothing placed him in no distinct age or social strata since he was wearing baggy kacki pants and a woven V neck sweater from which a black Tshirt peeked out of. The sweater had been handmade by his sister from a soft wool that appeared scratchy on the outside but was really quite soft. The natural wool shade, a dingy beige, did not bother Mosi in the least. His leather sandels would have been more appropriate in California than Nachton this time of year but he had yet to give them up for boots.
When the girl with the glasses looked at him, patiently waiting, he turned back around looking hopefull that she could help him find what he needed.
"I've been fossicking through this library an not found the papers. Could you point me in the right direction. And I also need to tee up computer time, do I do that here?"
Montana
18 years ago
Reaching to a nearby bin, Ana pulled out a half-sheet of paper for the man in front of her. Laying it on the countertop, she spun it to face him. The paper seemed to bear a map of the library; the librarian took a yellow highlighter next and made a mark on the second floor diagram. "Periodical archives are on the second floor, in most cases stored as microfilm, fiche, or CD/DVD. Current issues, within the last six months, are stored on the first floor near the entrance. As far as computer time is concerned," she added as she brought a clipboard next to the map, "we request that you sign in and out that you've used it, if you're just using it once, or actually creating a usage account so we don't need to deal with this clipboard every time you visit."
Smiling warmly, she amended, "Is there anything else I can help you with?"
Smiling warmly, she amended, "Is there anything else I can help you with?"
Nikhila
18 years ago
“A wise and admirable plane.”
She returned his smile. Not one of theirs then, she concluded. That was a shame, she would have liked to have meet one of the Pack’s potential students. However, it was a big city and the odds against it were overwhelming.
Nikhila dropped back half a step to let him speak to the young lady behind the counter. Although the young woman’s answers seemed applicable to her situation as well. The journal she needed was seven months old, it must have been transferred to a different storage medium. Now all she had to do was wait her turn.
She returned his smile. Not one of theirs then, she concluded. That was a shame, she would have liked to have meet one of the Pack’s potential students. However, it was a big city and the odds against it were overwhelming.
Nikhila dropped back half a step to let him speak to the young lady behind the counter. Although the young woman’s answers seemed applicable to her situation as well. The journal she needed was seven months old, it must have been transferred to a different storage medium. Now all she had to do was wait her turn.
Mosi
18 years ago
Mosi did not know how his getting an early start on the project made it admirable, to him it was simply common sense. It wasnt like all his other profs would stop giving him work on the day before it was due. Still he thanked the woman with a lopsided smile before turning his back to her completely. Thinking nothing of having his gifting mark half exposed on the back of his neck, he had lived with explainations about it long enough to be able to questions away with a sentence.
The little sheila in front of him did not give him the news he wanted. Fishe? CD? He groaned quietly at having to fiddle with the technology to view the copies. Ordeal though it was, he could actually do this, and had in the past, Mosi simply did not want to. Looking at the much shorter woman he scrounged up a smile.
"No real paper copies eh? Guess I can give it a go. Thanks heaps."
Signing his name on the clipboard he had not given one second thought to the prospect of creating a frequent user account. If possible he would avoid it but only time would tell. Taking the map he wandered back to his table. Standing by it he read over the map again while rubbing his shaved head with a hand. Not his idea of a good time. Plus it was getting dark out, at least the full moon had passed by earlier this month. Rather than continue standing, gathering dust, he carefully picked up his belongings. Asking the library sheila to print him off paper copies of things would probably be asking too much of a librarian he figured.
The little sheila in front of him did not give him the news he wanted. Fishe? CD? He groaned quietly at having to fiddle with the technology to view the copies. Ordeal though it was, he could actually do this, and had in the past, Mosi simply did not want to. Looking at the much shorter woman he scrounged up a smile.
"No real paper copies eh? Guess I can give it a go. Thanks heaps."
Signing his name on the clipboard he had not given one second thought to the prospect of creating a frequent user account. If possible he would avoid it but only time would tell. Taking the map he wandered back to his table. Standing by it he read over the map again while rubbing his shaved head with a hand. Not his idea of a good time. Plus it was getting dark out, at least the full moon had passed by earlier this month. Rather than continue standing, gathering dust, he carefully picked up his belongings. Asking the library sheila to print him off paper copies of things would probably be asking too much of a librarian he figured.
Montana
18 years ago
Voice tinged with sympathy, Ana explained as the dark skinned gentleman wrote upon the clipboard, "Unfortunately sir, storing hundreds of periodicals over decades becomes rather prohibitive in both storage space and care costs... The consolidation of those resources into a new medium makes them much easier to work with, albeit with the loss of the original, appreciated tangible magazine or newspaper."
She couldn't tell if her words had offered consolation to him; his last response of 'thanks heaps' had always been a sarcastic response in her experience, but she let it lay where it was. After he exited the queue at the counter, Ana turned to the woman who'd been questioning him. "Yes, miss? How may I help you?"
She couldn't tell if her words had offered consolation to him; his last response of 'thanks heaps' had always been a sarcastic response in her experience, but she let it lay where it was. After he exited the queue at the counter, Ana turned to the woman who'd been questioning him. "Yes, miss? How may I help you?"
Nikhila
18 years ago
The half concealed mark on the back of his neck raised a slight question. But Nikhila had been around long enough not to assume anything. Nor was there a good way to say ‘Pardon me does the full moon effect you in rather severe ways?’ If he was a wolf, which pack was he?
Nikhila’s train of though took her a great distance and she almost didn’t notice the librarian was speaking to her. She smiled slightly apologetically.
“I believe you have already. The article I am looking for was published seven months ago. Presuming it is on CD would it be possible to check the disk out?”
Hard copies had their place but it was always nice to have the original at your finger tips, as close to the original as you could get in this case. After all, there might be something else of use in the journal.
Nikhila’s train of though took her a great distance and she almost didn’t notice the librarian was speaking to her. She smiled slightly apologetically.
“I believe you have already. The article I am looking for was published seven months ago. Presuming it is on CD would it be possible to check the disk out?”
Hard copies had their place but it was always nice to have the original at your finger tips, as close to the original as you could get in this case. After all, there might be something else of use in the journal.
Montana
18 years ago
Ana shook her head sadly. "Unfortunately due to a rash of disc thefts, it is not permissible to remove them from the library. A media tech upstairs would be glad to help you..." Her voice trailed off as a thought occurred to her; sometimes the media conversion ran behind, especially at the beginning of the month. "Let me check something first though, if you don't mind?"
Ana picked up the phone at the desk and dialed, and after a moment said, "Cici, yeah, hi, it's Ana. Has the media bin for seven months been cleared? Only partly? Okay well I'm sending up a patron, there's a few volumes she needs access to... Okay I'll mention it, thanks."
Ana hung the phone up and returned to her customer. "Cici, the girl upstairs, said there are still a few volumes left to be converted from seven months ago. You may get lucky and find the paper volume you're looking for; it doesn't hurt to ask." Ana smiled, knowing all too well the value of that simple comment. "If you find what you need in paper form, and wish to keep it, we would appreciate a small donation since it would be recycled anyway, but of course it is not mandatory."
Ana picked up the phone at the desk and dialed, and after a moment said, "Cici, yeah, hi, it's Ana. Has the media bin for seven months been cleared? Only partly? Okay well I'm sending up a patron, there's a few volumes she needs access to... Okay I'll mention it, thanks."
Ana hung the phone up and returned to her customer. "Cici, the girl upstairs, said there are still a few volumes left to be converted from seven months ago. You may get lucky and find the paper volume you're looking for; it doesn't hurt to ask." Ana smiled, knowing all too well the value of that simple comment. "If you find what you need in paper form, and wish to keep it, we would appreciate a small donation since it would be recycled anyway, but of course it is not mandatory."
Mosi
18 years ago
Mosi swiftly had his bag packed up neatly with all his items except his coat. Once he had the bag slung on his shoulder he picked up the heavy leather jacket and with map in hand ventured further into the library. Serves him right, he had been looking for the paper copies and not an entire section of electronicly kept media. Still obediant to his professor he trudged to the circulation room as marked on the map.
Looking around confused he spied a woman up here to speak to. She found the CD's he needed and set up the computer for him. Apparently his accent made her want him to keep talking and to that end she was more than happy to help him out. He might have laid some of the slang on heavily just to tickle her a bit, but he was not going to mind in the least. Once everything was done he thanked her enthusiasticly.
"Thanks CeeCee, you've been heaps of help."
Sitting down at the computer he scanned for the articles he needed and joted notes down in shorthand.
Looking around confused he spied a woman up here to speak to. She found the CD's he needed and set up the computer for him. Apparently his accent made her want him to keep talking and to that end she was more than happy to help him out. He might have laid some of the slang on heavily just to tickle her a bit, but he was not going to mind in the least. Once everything was done he thanked her enthusiasticly.
"Thanks CeeCee, you've been heaps of help."
Sitting down at the computer he scanned for the articles he needed and joted notes down in shorthand.
Mosi
18 years ago
Mosi realized the prospect of continuting to wade through years of papers was going a bit overboard for a project. Once he had two pages of notes complete with bibliography information included, he stood. It was easy to pack up his belongings and he thought he could manage to return the disc to the attendant. Shutting it down took a moment but soon he was heading her way offering her the shiney circle and a friendly smile.
"Thank you CeeCee, you've been a bonzer sheila to help a bludger like me. Hooroo."
With sure steps he headed down the stairs to the computers. Somewhere within his bag was a little clip thing that he needed to save his work upon. Comandeering an empty seat in front of a box, he rummaged around a bit, pulling out notes, pens, and a small bag of stones before finally finding the small item. It was no bigger than a pack of gum and he kept it in sight as he loaded most everything back into his bag. With easy moves he draped his bag over the chair he sat in before leaning down to look at the contraption, stick in hand. Luckily he found the plug thing it went into and attached it. Soon his fingers were flying as he typed up his outline, bibliography and started the paper.
"Thank you CeeCee, you've been a bonzer sheila to help a bludger like me. Hooroo."
With sure steps he headed down the stairs to the computers. Somewhere within his bag was a little clip thing that he needed to save his work upon. Comandeering an empty seat in front of a box, he rummaged around a bit, pulling out notes, pens, and a small bag of stones before finally finding the small item. It was no bigger than a pack of gum and he kept it in sight as he loaded most everything back into his bag. With easy moves he draped his bag over the chair he sat in before leaning down to look at the contraption, stick in hand. Luckily he found the plug thing it went into and attached it. Soon his fingers were flying as he typed up his outline, bibliography and started the paper.
Nikhila
18 years ago
That was pleasant news. She probably wouldn’t keep the journal long, Nikhila was not a pack rat, but if she could have it for her research that would be superb.
“Thank you very much.”
Giving the young man a fair lead, she didn’t want to be seen as stalking after all, Nikhila followed him up.
Luck was apparently with her as they did still have the hard copy and she immediately made a donation, it was too much serendipity to pass up. She was however, having a hard time concentrating on the journal now in her possession. Her thoughts about the young man kept distracting her.
Still, no matter how she considered it there was no good way to approach him with the question she had. She kept her thoughts to herself and tried to be inconspicuous.
“Thank you very much.”
Giving the young man a fair lead, she didn’t want to be seen as stalking after all, Nikhila followed him up.
Luck was apparently with her as they did still have the hard copy and she immediately made a donation, it was too much serendipity to pass up. She was however, having a hard time concentrating on the journal now in her possession. Her thoughts about the young man kept distracting her.
Still, no matter how she considered it there was no good way to approach him with the question she had. She kept her thoughts to herself and tried to be inconspicuous.
Montana
18 years ago
Smiling courteously at the woman, Ana allowed her to move on without further disruption.
Turning back to Mrs. Penderghast, she received from the elder librarian a stern look and an arched brow, combined with the comment 'Good thought, to bring in a little extra capital.' gave the younger woman a bit of a shock. She disguised it behind her widened smile, and moved back to her work, cataloguing new requests.
(( ana out until needed (if needed) ))
Turning back to Mrs. Penderghast, she received from the elder librarian a stern look and an arched brow, combined with the comment 'Good thought, to bring in a little extra capital.' gave the younger woman a bit of a shock. She disguised it behind her widened smile, and moved back to her work, cataloguing new requests.
(( ana out until needed (if needed) ))
Mosi
18 years ago
His fingers were beginning to ache, unused to such activity. So Mosi took a break to shake his hands and run them over his bare scalp. The paper was over half way completed which was quite good but he wanted to complete it while all the information was fresh in his mind. Still his stomach rumbled and he knew the hour was getting late.
Saving the file to the detachable memory thingo he began to clean up his area. Mindful of his location he tried to be quiet but the small bag of stones tumbled out and crashed into the desk making a loud racket. Wincing, expecting someone to come berate him he swiftly jammed everything back into his bag, almost forgetting the stick attached to the machine.
"Clacker"Â?
Plucking the thing from the computer he reminded himself not to spit the dummy over this, he hadn't forgotten it and his project was almost done. Pulling on his coat and hat he slung the bag over his shoulder and inspected his spot for lost items. Muttering to himself he contemplated where to get dinner.
"Maybe there is a milk bar nearby."Â?
Saving the file to the detachable memory thingo he began to clean up his area. Mindful of his location he tried to be quiet but the small bag of stones tumbled out and crashed into the desk making a loud racket. Wincing, expecting someone to come berate him he swiftly jammed everything back into his bag, almost forgetting the stick attached to the machine.
"Clacker"Â?
Plucking the thing from the computer he reminded himself not to spit the dummy over this, he hadn't forgotten it and his project was almost done. Pulling on his coat and hat he slung the bag over his shoulder and inspected his spot for lost items. Muttering to himself he contemplated where to get dinner.
"Maybe there is a milk bar nearby."Â?
Nikhila
18 years ago
Suppressing her curiosity, Nikhila had gone back to work. She was so engrossed that the loud noise made her jump and she again focused on the young man. It gave her another excuse to stare. Why she was so fascinated by him, she couldn’t say for sure. He just felt… notable.
As he gathered his things to leave, she forced herself not to follow but looked up as he spoke.
“Beg pardon?”
Milk bar? Is that what he had said? She knew the slang, she just had to place it. If nothing else, she might get his attention for a second or two.
As he gathered his things to leave, she forced herself not to follow but looked up as he spoke.
“Beg pardon?”
Milk bar? Is that what he had said? She knew the slang, she just had to place it. If nothing else, she might get his attention for a second or two.
Mosi
18 years ago
Mosi blushed slightly at having disturbed someone so he apologized quietly.
"Sorry for the noise Ma'am."
After he apologized he realized perhaps she had heard his comment and wondered just what the heck he was talking about. The slang he picked up in college was probably confusing here.
"I keep forgetting I'm not in Oz. I mean, Australia. Need to find some takeaway food before my stomach growls louder than the earlier noise."
Sheepishly he rubbed his hatted head with his bare hand and wondered vaguely where he left his gloves. The woman probably wanted to resume her work, not listen to him yabber on so he patted his pockets looking for the missing gloves. He didn't find them so he looked around slightly. The black knit gloves lay on the floor, under a wheel of the chair. Crouching down he nudged the chair away and scooped them up. Standing he slipped them on his long fingers, preparing to go.
"Sorry for the noise Ma'am."
After he apologized he realized perhaps she had heard his comment and wondered just what the heck he was talking about. The slang he picked up in college was probably confusing here.
"I keep forgetting I'm not in Oz. I mean, Australia. Need to find some takeaway food before my stomach growls louder than the earlier noise."
Sheepishly he rubbed his hatted head with his bare hand and wondered vaguely where he left his gloves. The woman probably wanted to resume her work, not listen to him yabber on so he patted his pockets looking for the missing gloves. He didn't find them so he looked around slightly. The black knit gloves lay on the floor, under a wheel of the chair. Crouching down he nudged the chair away and scooped them up. Standing he slipped them on his long fingers, preparing to go.
Nikhila
17 years ago
Nikhila giggled somewhat shyly, politely covering the smile and sound behind her hand. Of course that’s where she’d heard the slang before, and the idea of growling stomach was very familiar.
“Its not a problem. Some days I forget where I am too, at least you’re speaking the right language.”
Once or twice, it didn’t happen often, Nikhila had started speaking to people in some strange language. Not that she wasn’t a tourist, but it did tend to confuse people.
“Did you have something particular you were looking for or just cheap?”
It was a bit presumptuous, and she felt bad about making the assumption, but if he were a student five star dining probably wasn’t in his budget.
((OOC… OMG! I am so sorry I thought I had replied to this days ago! You may shoot me if you’d like))
“Its not a problem. Some days I forget where I am too, at least you’re speaking the right language.”
Once or twice, it didn’t happen often, Nikhila had started speaking to people in some strange language. Not that she wasn’t a tourist, but it did tend to confuse people.
“Did you have something particular you were looking for or just cheap?”
It was a bit presumptuous, and she felt bad about making the assumption, but if he were a student five star dining probably wasn’t in his budget.
((OOC… OMG! I am so sorry I thought I had replied to this days ago! You may shoot me if you’d like))
Mosi
17 years ago
Mosi could only smile as she giggled at him and tried to hide it politely. Her explanation made him grin wider.
"By the look on one bloke's face you would think it was a different language."
One of his classmates continually shook his head asking 'what?' every time Mosi opened his mouth. Apparently the poor guy did not even understand past the Aussie accent let alone the slang that somehow managed to enter his typical speech. If this sheila knew where to get food that was a good thing in his book.
"Anywhere is fine, most places have something tolerable at least. Though not like what we have at home. And cheep is best, we students don't have wads of cash after buying books."
The last comment was said with a slightly cheeky grin. Even if he had money, he still sent most back to his sister. Everything here he needed he could get by on with what he earned. Family got the rest.
((Sorry about the delay!))
"By the look on one bloke's face you would think it was a different language."
One of his classmates continually shook his head asking 'what?' every time Mosi opened his mouth. Apparently the poor guy did not even understand past the Aussie accent let alone the slang that somehow managed to enter his typical speech. If this sheila knew where to get food that was a good thing in his book.
"Anywhere is fine, most places have something tolerable at least. Though not like what we have at home. And cheep is best, we students don't have wads of cash after buying books."
The last comment was said with a slightly cheeky grin. Even if he had money, he still sent most back to his sister. Everything here he needed he could get by on with what he earned. Family got the rest.
((Sorry about the delay!))
Nikhila
17 years ago
Still smiling, although in a quieter more subdued manner Nikhila nodded slightly.
“Apparently there are some things that hold true for students regardless of continent and culture. I’ve yet to meet one who wasn’t starving and pressed for cash.”
In fact, she’d been one of them on more than one occasion. It was amazing how resourceful one could be in such situations. It seemed this young man wasn’t much different.
“There is a lovely little Thai place around the corner. Slightly hole in the wall but one can eat on the cheap there and eat rather well, providing you don’t mind things a bit spicy.”
“Apparently there are some things that hold true for students regardless of continent and culture. I’ve yet to meet one who wasn’t starving and pressed for cash.”
In fact, she’d been one of them on more than one occasion. It was amazing how resourceful one could be in such situations. It seemed this young man wasn’t much different.
“There is a lovely little Thai place around the corner. Slightly hole in the wall but one can eat on the cheap there and eat rather well, providing you don’t mind things a bit spicy.”