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Xi'an Coy Manh	Xi'an Coy Manh presides over the library, even late at night. Technically, it should be closed to students, but Xi'an habitually leaves the doors open for access, so long as she's there to supervise. She's not so foolish as to leave the computer lab open to a bunch of teenagers after hours when they're supposed to be in bed. She has to put up enough firewalls as it is. She is sitting at her desk with a book of her own open, alternating between that and doing something on her computer. It seems to be a tome on book restoration and preservation, as a valuable book has recently been donated to the school. Xi'an wears a tie and white shirt under a grey shawl-sweater, along with a tweed skirt and stockings leading down to heeled boots. Her hair is cut in an asymmetrical bob and shaved on the left side of her head, showing a row of silver piercings in her ear.
Negasonic	Ellie wanders in, despite the hour, because...     One, the doors are open. They seem to be left Open though there is a risk of Librarian present when they are.     Two, there will probably not be anyone here to bug her or give her any shit about her being in a library.     Anywho, here comes 5'3" of attitude in a dark grey hoodie, even though the temperature is just fine indoors. One hand is holding a mug of coffee, frightfully pink but it has screaming oppossums on it going HSSS HSS HSS. Is Coffee even okay in the library. The other hand has her phone which she is scrolling through reading.     She does pause and look around finally, well into the library now, and squints. Like she is trying to discern through mutant powers she simply does not have where one finds specific books.
Xi'an Coy Manh	Xi'an Coy Manh can, of course, sense the approaching delinquent. One doesn't have to invade Ellie's mind to detect her particular distinct aura of anti-social and intense. Karma looks up from her book for a moment and considers just letting Negasonic roam as she pleases, so long as she doesn't get into trouble. She's even let a few kids who are having personal crises nap in the stacks once or twice, just because she understands all too well the need to find someplace to be alone when you're a teenager dealing with a lot of BIG FEELINGS. "Can I help you with anything?" Xi'an asks in her clear voice.
Negasonic	There is a long silent pause as she stares at the non-fiction section. The hardships of wikeapedia not being a valid reference for a paper in Hank's class. Truly one suffers when dealing with the old, even if they are certifiably genius sorts.     Finally though there is a sigh and just when Xian might think Ellie is going to look over and answer the question... the girl sips her coffee. Which begs to question, who drinks coffee this late really. Can that even be a remotely good habit for her. Definitely better than cloves or other habits. Still.     "I sure as god hope so. If a librarian can't help someone in a library we really are totally doomed right?" and with that she makes eye contat with the other mutant. "Honestly though I am surprised that the crew around here hasn't replaced librarians with holographic card catelogues and voice activated AIs... I mean doesn't the Iron Capitolist slush funds this way. That seems like a him thing..."
Xi'an Coy Manh	Xi'an Coy Manh moves to stand and steps out around her desk, her heels clicking melodically on the hardwood floors, the most polished and shiniest floors in the building. She makes sure the janitors do a double glaze to keep the place up to her standards. "There have been attempts, but I have fended them off. While I, too, am a daughter of the digital age, I have old fashioned tastes, including for quaint things like actual paper books and ink," she says. "Not that I'm a luddite. I'm happy to include an extensive electronic collection as well that can easily be downloaded to any tablet registered with my system," she says. "But there is a certain romantic appeal to holding a proper book in one's hand, I've found."
Negasonic	Ellie watches the librarian stand and step out from around the desk with an absolutely laser level perfect air of detachment with a glitter of boredom. The expression is maintained through the whole explanation about the romance of paper books and all that.     "You know, one of these days we are going to have a mutant tree person and they are not going to understand the romance. Maybe they will make human books. Which... I suppose would be vellum. I hate that I actually remember about vellum from my anthropology elective." she looks sour about half owning herself. Sort of.     "Anyhow Grover assigned me a topic and the book I need isn't on the electronic collection. I think he did it to teach me the valuable lessons of the dewey decimal system." she indeed called Hank .. Grover.
Xi'an Coy Manh	Xi'an Coy Manh considers that possibility, "Perhaps. But I would remind them still that the operative part of that equation is the person part, not the tree. We have mutants who are 'fire people'," she says, "But we still light the bonfire and roast marshmallows. I appreciate the sentiment, however. I personally would like for them to find a renewable alternative to paper, but I also cannot deny that I will never love that replacement more than I the real thing. Maybe if they replicate the smell," she says. "Grover?" she says, puzzled for a moment and then she realizes, "I would've gone for 'Cookie Monster', I think. More of the same build," hs esyas. "And the Dewey Decimal system is archaic, we use the Library of Congress shelving system."
Negasonic	The coffee is sipped, there is a return of that earlier expression when Xi'an waxes philosphic once more about the smell of paper. "Maybe you can get a scratch and sniff sticker for an e-ink tablet?" she says finally with a flat delivery. "Pretty sure the mall has candles too."     "And.. okay I'll give you one for cookie monster." the barest tiniest bit of a lip quirk of a smirk. "Still, not sure I've ever seen him chow down on cookies. He seems much more a Grover in personality." that answered though she has a long pause and then asks. "Okay, you got me, what is the difference between systems. Other than one is ancient?"
Xi'an Coy Manh	Xi'an Coy Manh taps her nose, "You just have to find the right recipe. I believe snickerdoodles usually do the trick, if memory serves," she says. "It's a matter of which numbers mean what. It's similar in appearance to Dewey Decimal, but far more simplified, with categories more obviously labeled and easy to find, connected more by field of study than by whatever strange whim once seized the mind of Mr. Dewey," she saays. "What topic are you searching for?"
Negasonic	"Ah well, save us all from the strange whims of dead white men."     She is typing with one hand, making a note in her Hank file about his weakness for snickerdoodles. She absolutely keeps a a file on literally everyone in the school. Never know when you need to defeat, blackmail, or bribe someone right.     "Sapeins, brief history of humankind. I mean I could have probably... bought it on my tablet but I figure it has to be here if he assigned me it for a paper right. Also. Ugn. Capitolism."
Xi'an Coy Manh	Xi'an Coy Manh smiles, "I'm working on it." she says in response to the initial sentiment. "Anthropology section. Third aisle from the west wall, second shelf from the bottom, I believe," she says. She points a black-nailed finger in that direction then begins to lead the way, her strides even and precise. "No, I don't have the entire library memorized. Dr. McCoy gave me a lists of the potential books he would assign this year and I made sure I had extra copies in case he decided to give out the same assignment to multiple students simultaneously."
Negasonic	There is another barest of lip movement, a micro-smirk if you will, at the working on it comment. She doesn't even snap back a work harder. Instead "Well that is a Sisyphean labor."     "Also you're supposed to pretend to be godlike in your own domain Chameleon. You're blowing your whole chance at mystery and awe." she is following her though towards the fabled tome of lore. "Did he have you remove the digital copy too?"
Xi'an Coy Manh	Xi'an Coy Manh smiles, "An impressive allusion, young lady. I hope it's reflected in your grades." "I prefer to inspire awe with the things I actually do, not claiming false glory," she says. "Don't worry, I'll find other ways to amaze you in due time, no doubt," she says, selecting the book off the shelf and handing it to her. "Go on, take it, I can sign it out to you from my computer. Get back to your room before Rogue tries to get you a demerit for being out past curfew. Not that she could talk."
Negasonic	There is a pfft "The day Rogue slaps me with a demerit for a curfew violation... well it will be a day. I'm not sure she even knows what curfew violations are. Let alone demerits." she accepts the book as it is handed, taking it in her phone holding hand, over checking to make sure it is indeed what she inquired about. Thankfully a soft cover so she doesn't have to worry about one of her joker classmates swapping dust covers.     "As for amazing me in due time, I won't be waiting with bated breath." a pause for a beat. "I'm hard to impress." the book is tucked under her arm so she can glance down at another alert on her phone.     "Anyhow should get cramming this dead tree flesh into my skull, also NoobMaster69's ego needs to be crushed." a scowl at her phone.