agentthepaper: (sad Yomiko)
Two Humvees pulled into the parking lot, followed by a moving van. The Humvees offloaded soldiers in fatigues, who stared blankly up the hill at the smoking wreckage of the school. After a long silence, their leader, a big blond man, said dryly, "Oh, so she's been here."

"I heard that, Drake," Yomiko informed him as she walked up. She picked a soldier at random and told him, "You there. Front and center." He presented himself, and she presented him with a heavy-duty steel lockbox. "Guard this with your life, you hear me?"

"What's in it, ma'am?"

Two books by Beethoven that could end the world. One book from the former vice-principal that had touched her dearly. She let her voice go icy as she told him, "I don't see how that's any business of yours, soldier."

"Yes, ma'am," he said quickly. "My apologies, ma'am."

"The rest of you, come with me. We've got a long day ahead of us." Even Yomiko was surprised at how quickly her basement had filled with new volumes.

"Any special instructions, ma'am?"

She thought about it for a moment, then told them the same thing they'd already been told twice: once by Drake on the way here, once by their CO before they left. "Be careful with my books."

((Establishy!))
agentthepaper: (Bzuh?)
After fleeing the library, Yomiko dashed home and into her basement apartment...which had an inch of water and rising on the floor. "Oh, no" she moaned, hurrying to move a few stacks of books off the floor onto her bed. "Oh, I have to get them out of here." She ran back upstairs carrying an armload of books and called desperately, "Help! Oh, please help! Anyone?"
agentthepaper: (Default)
As was her wont, Yomiko opened up the library on time and took up her usual post behind the collections desk.

Then she started rereading the Barry Plodder at Wizard School books, in anticipation of the Plodderdammerung in July. Yes, she plans to read all six today. She reads fast.
agentthepaper: (Default)
Yomiko straightened up before opening up the library and taking up her post behind the collections desk to answer any library-related questions or concerns the parents might have. She's helpful like that.
agentthepaper: (Default)
Yomiko took her copy of The Iliad out to the porch to read. It was all so terribly romantic and doomed. Poor Patroclus. Passersby might occasionally hear her emit heartfelt sighs as she reached a particularly moving passage.

((Open!))
agentthepaper: (I know!)
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Applications are now CLOSED. We'll be announcing the new library aides soonishly.
agentthepaper: (I overslept?!)
At first glance, the room seemed like it contained nothing but furniture and books, stacked haphazardly on every semi-horizontal surface. Some of the books had even fallen over, forming a large pile on the bed. But if one looked closely, they could see the outline of a human form on the bed, under the books.

The phone rang. )

Yomiko stared at the phone for a moment, then sighed, "Virginia it is, then," and started packing for her move. She didn't have to be at the airport for a few hours. If she hurried here, she could drop by a few used bookstores on her way...

Voicemail

Aug. 24th, 2006 02:37 am
agentthepaper: (Yomiko reporting in)
Hi, you've reached Yomiko Readman's voicemail. I'm probably, um, reading. Or sleeping. But probably the first thing. If this is Mr. Joker...it's taking longer than I thought. You'd probably better just leave me here with the beautiful, beautiful books. Anyone else, leave a message after the beep, and I'll try to get back to you after the next chapter. Bye!

*BEEP!*
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