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[The new iStone clicks on, and with a quick clearing of his throat, Kravitz’ voice comes through crisp and… maybe a bit rehearsed. It’s obvious he’s fumbling with the new text feature, so he’s just going to stick to talking right now.]

Our last few months on these islands have me thinking about a conversation I had a while ago with someone who is unfortunately no longer here. While I know we’ve learned quite a bit in the time some of us have been on this archipelago, very little of it is properly available to new arrivals and we risk the loss of this information when people unexpectedly disappear. In addition, seeing as people can simply vanish at any given time, it’s horribly difficult to figure out how many of us we have running around at all. When half of us were children recently enough we couldn’t have told you the information we had as adults, and if that had been permanent, we’d be, well, rather shit out of luck.

[He sighs, trying to collect himself in a way that isn’t just a frustrated ramble, which is also the technical point of this miniature speech.]

All of that is to say… we have a library with books and paper, and if our purpose here is to be telling a story, I feel we should start recording it. I’d like to invite people to come and write down what you’ve learned here, so we can keep a catalog to inform new arrivals and refresh ourselves before we repeat past mistakes. Anything is relevant and nothing is too small not to be marked, so please don’t be shy in thinking someone else has it covered. I’ll do my best to compile the information into something more organized once we have a fair number of responses. In addition, I’d like to keep some record of us as well- your name and where you live would suffice. If you’re all amenable, I would also like to suggest having point people or trusted contacts for each islet and lived area, so if a catastrophe occurs on our shores we’re able to quickly locate and assist anyone who may be in direct peril.

[There’s a slight pause, before he kind of awkwardly adds--]

This is Kravitz, by the way. Uhm. You may have seen me… around. I’ll be down at the library today recording my own experiences. Please let me know if you have any questions.

[ooc: OOC Info on the library is over here!]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[Kravitz may struggle with texting, but Taako doesn't, and this is a sink or swim world.]

Yeah I've got a question

[Oh for the love of fuck, of course he's doing this, of course. He's going to try exactly once though, and sends back a voice message anyway.]

What, Taako? You're also welcome to just come speak to me.

[dont make him type hes dying]

[Look, if Krav didn't want to be texted, why'd he get a job in the first place? Actions have consequences.]

Yeah so does the librarian gig come with like, an outfit or what

[This isn't a job! He's volunteering, kind of! He just likes books!!!!

It takes him a while to text back though. He's very slow at this.]

Not especially, no. There are not extra outfits around here to be spoken for, aside from what we have. I have my own manner of dress regardless of the situation.

[Hmmmmmmmmm wait no he'll send one more.]

Why do you ask?

[Now Taako is the one slow to reply, but it's because there's no emoji to perfectly encapsulate his put-upon sighing.]

You think I'm goin to just hand over my pricelss [sic] wisdom if there's not even a saucy librarian getup??

[A pause, which Krav will never type fast enough to capitalize upon, and Taako Knows This.]

I don't think you're trying at all

[Yeah, he's struggling to type a response something along the lines of "what do you think a librarian looks like" and doesn't even make it half the words before Taako sends that follow up.

So what Taako gets is more like...]

what do you thigndfhkfdln;d

[God help him. A breath, and back to laboriously plunking at this thing.]

Taako do you really want me to get dressed up to have a serious talk about housing ledgers and history.

[A Kravitz keysmash is truly worth its metaphorical weight in gold. Somewhere, Taako is briefly incapacitated.]

I don't not want that

[A beat. This really isn't fair to Kravitz at all.]

You gotta admit that does kinda sound like you though doesn't it

[He's never done this before and is kind of mortified he did. But sadly he hit the enter button and in no way does he know how to delete a message... and Taako certainly already saw it, so what's the fucking point.]

I would say there's a difference between my comfortable dressed up and what you're implying, which is rather

[He struggles with the right word for this next bit.]

Saucy, should I say, for public consumption.

[Cool. Just. Cool.]

I'm wearing clothes now, so.

[.........WAIT]

i mean of crouse iam imnot nakeddidnpublic

[Well that was his attempt at a fast type.]

[Oh this is fucking IT. Put 'I'm wearing clothes now, so' on Taako's tombstone, because he's dying.]

HOly shit you're priceless. still not gonna pay my stone bill but I owe the ST a cake for this

[Not that he's going to actually cough that up either, but that's not the point of Taako-gratitude.]

Anyway I'm p sure the real difference is attitude? but don't quote me on librarian outfits, I can't read

I'm just trying to help with marketing here obvs

[He's dying, please just kill him, he's like face down onto a library table at this point dreading the next time this stone brings more tiny pixel word-based hell into his life. He starts trying to type at least 6 different sentences, before thanking this system for at least giving him some invisible time to get his thoughts in check.]

So your suggestion here is luring people to my cause by making myself look sexy. Thereby inviting attention and getting people to do what I want. Even though my request is, in fact, deliberately not sexy.

Taako if you want me to dress up for you all you have to do is ask.

[Look at that, all sentences and no keysmashing. Kravitz may be dying but at least he's getting better at texting. Physically if not like, spiritually.]

So now I have that in writing which is technically very legally binding

I'm just saying you catch more books with honey

This isn't a contract! Trust me, I know what constitutes a contract, there are no signatures or binding agreements.

Also, I sincerely doubt that everyone on this island is out here desperate for me to put on a revealing outfit.

[Look, he's very precise about his typing, it's just taking a long ass time to type. There's easily 5 minutes between each of these texts as he laboriously jams his fingers against them like a dad.]

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