{ o t a } where's waldo?

[luceatluxtua.livejournal.com]

Liam is renowned for being apathetic. Relaxed. Chill. Which is why it's probably a surprise to see him rolling around his office on his chair, searching through stacks of papers and other random objects on his desk, slightly frazzled. He's obviously looking for something - it's just not clear what exactly he's looking for. 

Please help him. And don't... don't notice the confused, cowering Two slinking away into an aisle.

{ooc: tag, please?}

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[onlytolerable.livejournal.com]

Fortunately--or not so fortunately--enter the childhood/teenhood? sweetheart on her interlibrary run. Sophie simply stands there for several moments, staring.

"What on earth--? Are you hurt?"

teenhood? yeah?

[luceatluxtua.livejournal.com]

"I can't find it, Berthier. It's going to kill me. I'm not even kidding you right now. I'm going to die if I can't find it." Cue pulling out the majority of the contents in a drawer, then shoving them back him.

Sounds right!

[onlytolerable.livejournal.com]

"What do you mean? Like an epipen?" Sophie immediately begins rifling through the detritus. "Does it really look like a pen?"

[luceatluxtua.livejournal.com]

"An epipen? What?" He pauses, frowning up at her. "No, not at all. I'm looking for those - you know - screen wipey things. Someone-" his voice is raising a little now, as he peers pointedly into the library, "-smudged my screen."

[onlytolerable.livejournal.com]

Really? Really Breighton? She thought you were in danger of dying what with your ridiculous allergies. She stands back, hands on hips. He's lucky she doesn't kick him.

"Honestly. You're making more mess instead of straightening it. You'll never find them like this." Men. Strike that. Liam.

[aceofsorts.livejournal.com]

"Lost your training schedule again?"

Oliver doubts it. Liam wouldn't bother looking for that. Still, any opportunity to get a jab in.

[luceatluxtua.livejournal.com]

"What training schedule?" For a moment, he spins to frown at Oliver, confused. Then, realization hit. "Oh, that? No, I recycled that ages ago. No, I'm looking for the-- you know! It's- things."

[aceofsorts.livejournal.com]

"How am I meant to know, you goyt?" Oliver looks at him for another moment and then sighs slightly in agitation. "And not following that schedule is on par with standing me up, you know."

Grumble grumble. Typical Breighton.

He always comes to drag him to training anyway.

[luceatluxtua.livejournal.com]

"Poor, poor Olly. I'm sure you and your broken heart will get over it." Liam slides back to his desk. "It's the-- you know. The... screen wipes! Screen wipes. For wiping off screens. Where are they?" The wipes are right next to his computers, hidden partially from view by a stack of books. Please tell him eventually.

[oneirophiliac.livejournal.com]

Have an Annie leaning in the doorway, head cocked. "Dude, what's the freak out about?"

[luceatluxtua.livejournal.com]

"I need to find the-- you know! The things!" He knows what he's talking about. He's just. Not good at words right now.

[oneirophiliac.livejournal.com]

"There are a whole ton of things in this place, Liam," Annie points out. "Sit down before you tear yourself a new one, okay? What are you looking for?"

[luceatluxtua.livejournal.com]

"You know. The- things. Screen wipes! Can't you see the prints on my tablet?" Look. Look at it. It's disgusting. "Someone smudged it."

[cipherspeak.livejournal.com]

Elisha does not actually frequent the Spade Library all that much. There are other places to be at Spade Castle, usually, but the recent Amy thing has most Clubs below a Seven side-eying at the idea of running errands over here.

And he was headed this way anyway.

"Lose something?"

[luceatluxtua.livejournal.com]

"I didn't lose anything. Just- misplaced- Do you see screen wipes anywhere around here?" He runs a hand through his hair, making it almost as untidy as his office and desk.

[cipherspeak.livejournal.com]

Really. Elisha just looks at Liam for a minute before leaning forwards and sticking his hand into the pocket of his hoodie.

"These?"

[luceatluxtua.livejournal.com]

Liam will just sort of. Blink for a couple of seconds. Then. "Oh. That makes sense." He snatches takes it back from the Ten and sets to work on his precious tablet screen. "Liam Breighton, Seven of Spades, librarian." He shakes his hair out of his face, then glances up at the other man again. "And you're?"

[littlest-heart.livejournal.com]

Lisa frowned more and more as Mister Liam flailed around. What was he looking for?

Then she looked down at her hands. Oh. She still had his tablet in her hands from when she'd rescued it from the wreckage of his floor earlier. It was going to be stepped on if it stayed down there! So she'd rescued it and stood in the corner of his office.

"Um. Uh, Mister Liam, is this what you're looking for, maybe?" Her hands are pristine and she isn't even touching the screen. It has the cover on it and everything.

[luceatluxtua.livejournal.com]

"-Lisa." He's about to rage. About to. But. He will keep calm. Deep breath in. And still a little flaily, but that's okay. "What are you doing with Marvin?"

[littlest-heart.livejournal.com]

"He was on the floor, Mister Liam. I rescued him from getting stepped on." She knew that he probably wouldn't believe her, but it was the truth. She'd found the tablet on the floor near his desk, but it would've been stepped on there! He had to believe her.

[luceatluxtua.livejournal.com]

He pauses for a moment. Then. Well. She's probably telling the truth. "Then thanks, kid. Come on." After carefully taking the tablet from her and setting it on the desk, he'll lift her over the desk to sit on his lap. "So, how are you?"

[falseflourish.livejournal.com]

Wren is actually here to loan some books on defensive combat-- please don't ask why-- but she does notice the usually-chilled librarian (...and fellow gamer, not that he knows it) on the hunt. The Ace folds her arms, considers a moment, and finally asks.

"Lost something, honey?"

[luceatluxtua.livejournal.com]

"Well, it's technically not lost..." He pauses in his search to look up at her. "I just can't find it."

[falseflourish.livejournal.com]

"And what is this thing you can't find?"

[luceatluxtua.livejournal.com]

"--Screen wipes! For my tablet. I need them. Someone smudged my screen, see." It's awful.