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Characters: Jamie, Three, and OPEN FOR WHOEVER WANTS TO JOIN IN. Oh, yeah, and some monkeys.
Location: The Library.
Time: Day 3 of the Great Monkey Caper
Summary: Happy book-hunting day!
Warnings: Really angry monkeys and things that go along with running into really angry monkeys.
Notes: Posting order: Jamie, monkey, Three. (will adjust as needed to add other people if they want in).

Jamie stood in front of the Library, looking down at the note in his hand. It was a bit worse for wear, having been half-shoved into the pocket of his sheepskin vest, and then been promptly forgotten about while he was busy trying to make his way through a swamp. He had fallen in. Needless to say, the vest was somewhere drying out back on the TARDIS, but he had retrieved the note and brought back to the Plane with him.

Reaching down, he tried to brush a off bit of dried mud that had blotted out a goodly portion of the words. All that really was legible was the part about something called 'The Physics of the Impossible', and he frowned at it, wondering what it meant. He glanced back up at the library, somewhat uneasily. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to head in alone.

"Aye, well," he said to himself. "Someone's bound to come along that will want to find that book."

If they did, well, they'd need someone to keep an eye out for things, wouldn't they? Then, maybe, he could have a go at seeing what it was.

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"Jamie!" The Doctor had taken all of a few seconds to choose which book she's going in after (because of course, there's no question of not going), but of course having Jamie with her would be brilliant. She slings a friendly arm over his shoulder. "Hello!"

"Doctor!" Jamie seems pleased to see her - and why would he not be? After all, if there's anyone that would be going to look after the book, it would be one of the Doctors. And he's very firmly convinced that the Doctor will need his help.

It doesn't hurt to be sure, though. "Are ye planning on going after one of those books that was mentioned in the note?"

"I had considered it." Which is to say, yes, she is going after it like a boss. She may even have a chart of the Dewey decimel system for the occasion. Because she is awesome like that. "Were you?"

"Aye, well, I'd thought maybe if someone wanted to look they might need someone to help keep an eye out for things."

Somehow, Jamie doesn't think that they're just going to be able to simply waltz in and get these books with no problems. Call it his Highland instinct, if you like. For that reason, he's come with a few extra things that might come in handy as well. Okay, so his idea of that is 'bring an extra weapon or two', but, you know, to each their own.

"So, are we going, then?"

"Yes, I suppose we are." She beams and slings an arm around his shoulder, tugging him off to the library. "After all, what's the worst that could happen?"

"Every time ye say that, Doctor, something goes wrong." Still, Jamie allows himself to be led inside the library - although not without a heavy sigh.

Once they're in there, he looks around, a little uncertainly. It's...quiet in here. Maybe a little too quiet.

"Which way are we going, then?"

The Doctor consults her chart, which is to say she squints at it for a while before tossing it over her shoulder. She shall rely on her keen sense of direction, then! "That way."

Jamie pauses long enough to retrieve the chart - the Doctor may not think she needs it, but it might come in useful somewhere. That or she'll decide that she does need it after all and then they'll have to go back and fetch it again.

Folding it up, he slips it in the pocket of his sheepskin vest and follows after her. "So what are those numbers that were on the note, anyway?"

"The Dewey Decimal system. It's how we'll find the book."

You know, if she hadn't thrown it off.

Yes, he'll just not mention that part. Instead, he wanders along with the Doctor, peering at various labels on the books.

"How does this Dewey Decimal thing work, then?"

The question's partially curiosity and partly some strange urge to fill the odd silence with something. Anything. Maybe that will make things feel less oppressive.

"Oh, it's... something about numbers denoting subjects. I met the man once, but odd. Fond of peaches."

...Unless she's got him mixed up with the 23rd-century philosopher again.

Er. "Did you hear something?"

A faint shuffling noise comes from somewhere nearby, as if something is walking with them through the stacks. But surely that's imagination, isn't it?

Nothing else could possibly be with them in the library.

"Hey?" Jamie is in the middle of reaching for a book, but turns back for a moment to look at the Doctor questioningly. "I've not heard anything, no."

He hasn't, either, so goes back to what he was doing, pulling out the the tome so he can peer at the cover. He gives it a rather disbelieving look, then opens the cover and flips through a few pages just to make sure.

"Washing machine repair? Why would ye bother to write a book about that?" Jamie puts it back on the shelf, shaking his head. "I don't think it's in this section, Doctor."

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"Probably nothing." She peers at the book. "Well, it does seem useful. If you have a washing machine, that is. I think I've one in the TARDIS..."

Did she just palm that book.

Yes, she did.

The shuffling sounds get louder, but then stop. A very distinctive growling noise takes its place. Something is unhappy with the noises in the library, it seems. And, perhaps, with the theft of the book on washing machine repair, as it becomes rather louder when the Doctor pockets the tome in question.

It's quite possibly not a coincidence that there's a monkey down at the end of the corridor formed by the bookcases, glaring malevolently at Jamie and the Doctor.

Jamie turns at the sound of the growling, and his eyes widen. He reaches over to clutch at the Doctor's sleeve rather urgently, hissing at her. "Doctor."

When that doesn't seem to get her attention immediately (sorry, he's a little impatient at the moment), he starts to shake her arm rather vigorously, his voice rising in volume, although still closer to a whisper than a yell.

"Doctor!"

She beams at the monkey, because what else can you do, really? "Hello! Are you new here?"

...And she just waved.

The primate in question bares its fangs in a grotesque parody of a grin, an oddly intelligent look in its eyes as it regards Jamie and the Doctor. There's a disturbing hunger there, as well, as if it's just been presented with something wonderful to eat. The only question is - who does it want first?

The one in the skirt looks younger, but masculine and therefore stronger. The noisy book-stealer, on the other hand, is clearly female and weaker...and not only still talking, but gesturing as if she actually wants to be eaten.

Obviously, the monkey will just have oblige the Doctor on that score. It roars and charges straight at her.

...Ah.

The Doctor grabs hold of Jamie's arm now and drags him off in whatever seems like the most reasonable direction (towards the reference desk, of course). "Somehow, I saw that as working out better."

Dragging is good. Running is better, and Jamie is going to do that now, unless the Doctor has any objections.

"Look, I don't know what beastie that is, but I'd wager it'd not be wanting to talk to ye on the best of days. Now, come on, let's get out of here before it catches up."

Getting to the reference desk is all well and good, but it does require them staying in one piece first.

Now that it's found dinner, the monkey doesn't seem terribly inclined to let it get away. It chases after its chosen victims, not caring in what direction they're heading.

Perhaps tearing one of them limb from limb might be in order. Or softening them up, perhaps, by pounding them into the ground. The monkey has so many options to choose from, once it catches up. At the rate of speed it's achieving, that might very well be sooner rather than later, unless something's done about it.

Perhaps if she tosses a banana over her shoulder?

Perhaps it's best not to ask why it's purple. It is, however, still a very delicious banana.

It really doesn't matter why it's purple. If it slows down the monkey at all, Jamie is happy to know it's there. He heads for a door that leads to the room with the reference desk, trusting the Doctor to be following after.

With luck, there'll be something in there he can use to block the door behind them and slow the monkey down even more, and he's already half-keeping an eye out for anything that would work even as he keeps running.

The banana does slow the monkey down, although it's partially because it smacks it in it's face, and that's rather irritating. It slows down so it can scoop it up and crush it in one hand, but then hesitates and brings it up for a sniff.

There's a faint hint of an interesting smell to it, a touch of something the monkey thinks it would like to eat. So it bites down, not bothering to peel the fruit first. A few seconds later, though, the monkey is tossing the banana away in disgust. Whatever it thought it was supposed to taste like, it clearly doesn't.

It picks up speed again, going after the things it knows will taste good, but the diversion bought Jamie and the Doctor enough time that they should be able to get through the door at least.

Oh, bugger. The Doctor spots a heavy-looking desk in the room and starts shoving it at the door to barricade it. "Well, that didn't go quite as planned."

"Oh, aye, I'll say," Jamie retorts, with a bit of a look which makes it fairly clear as to what he's thinking about the plan. Still, he goes over to help push the desk, getting it into place just in time.

The monkey on the either side throws itself against the door quite violently, causing it to shake - but for now, the door stays firmly shut.

Jamie adds a nearby chair for good measure, then turns to look at the Time Lord questioningly. "I don't that will hold for long, Doctor. Now what do we do?"

Hmm. Well.

"We are in a library," she muses. "There has to be a book around somewhere for what to do in this sort of situation."

"Aye. Or we could just try and find the book we came in for and leave," Jamie points out, moving over to the reference desk to see if there's anything that would help there.

The door shudders again as the monkey continues to throw itself against it, and the wood of the door cracks a little. Jamie looks up at it, a little nervously, but it'll hold for a bit yet.

"Come on, Doctor, help me look."

Beat.

"Right, yes, we were looking for a book, weren't we?" So difficult to keep track of things. The Doctor attacks the reference section then, with vigour. With any luck it will be... well, somewhere.

Jamie moves from the desk to the shelves - and as the door continues to crack further, the Scot starts pulling out any book he can find and tossing it away as soon as it's evident it's not the right one.

He looks over to check to see how close the monkey is to breaking through, his hand removing yet another volume from the shelf automatically. Judging from the splintering, the door has just about had it. He goes to toss the last book he's grabbed, but as he's about at to throw it, he actually remembers to glance at the call number on the spine - the one that reads 'QC75 .K18 2008'.

Hurrying over to the Doctor, he brandishes it so she can see. "Doctor! I found it!"

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aaaauuugh sorry for taking so long!

Hey, no worries. :)

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