Ramble's voice was patient as he explained the focus crystal to Janie. Inwardly, he was laughing. If he'd known so many people would be interested he could've brought a pamphlet. "The crystal works in couple of different ways. It's useful as a focus to people who are starting out or easily dist...

Ramble gave the newcomer a welcoming smile as she sat down with them, settling easily into a cross-legged position. She seemed interested in their impromptu meditation session and he couldn't help but stifle a slightly larger smile as Kaliska explained what they were doing. He hadn't always had succ...

A smile quirked Ramble's lips upwards, but otherwise he didn't move from his position. While he wasn't truly meditating himself, concentrating instead on what Kaliska was doing, he could already feel his mind wanting to slip into the familiar patterns and dive down deep into itself. He took a long b...

"Don't worry." Ramble smiled, face lighting up with eagerness. "Maybe you just need some more practice. Anyhow, it can be easier to focus with a crystal." This was where he was in his element, sharing the world he'd grown up in with others. While he'd learned long ago not to forc...

Ramble flicked a hand dismissively in the air, shaking his head. "Oh no, you're not a distraction at all. I mean -- if you want to read your book, you can go ahead! But I don't mind. I wasn't really doing anything serious anyway." He hesitated for a moment, fingers digging lightly in the d...

"Yeah. And I just couldn't pass up energy like this, you know?" Ramble smiled, eyes closing again as he tilted his face to get the optimal amount of rays. It was possible he'd be splotched pink tomorrow morning, skin peeling from his nose and cheeks, but it was absolutely worth it. "P...

Ramble glanced up and smiled as his eyes caught sight of the Native American girl walking towards him. Kaliska was a real sweetheart of a girl -- he never minded having a chat with her, especially when the day was too nice to just shut his eyes and slide into meditation until his next class. "K...

There was, Ramble felt, something special in the way the universe sometimes opened up and granted you an unexpected gift. Oh, not the way most people thought -- a lottery win, or an unexpected passing grade on a paper typed at four in the morning -- but times like these, when his spare for the after...

"Etiquette Maven...I'm less sure about that. Makes me sound like some cranky old British lady." Juliana followed suit as Steven prepared to leave the library, gathering together her now-neglected study materials and stuffing them haphazardly back into her bag. She ignored the faint pangs o...

"'Reputed prom expert... I like that." Juliana smiled. "That's the kind of reputation I wouldn't mind having around this place. Go ahead and use that. And yeah, sure, I don't care if you record it." She wasn't big on the sound of her own voice as heard on tape or video, finding i...

Juliana laughed at Steven's idea for the headline. Although she figured he wouldn't actually do it, she couldn't help but feel in a small and slightly ashamed part of her mind that it would be absolutely hilarious to see the looks on people's faces. Oh, no one would really take it seriously, but may...

Juliana hesitated, about to answer Steven's question before her brain caught up with her mouth. Did she really want to be in the paper mouthing off about prom? She'd coasted neatly through high school by never getting caught up in the drama that seemed to pervade every large group of teenagers, and ...

Juliana laughed as Steven offered to do her homework for her, shaking her head wryly. "Thanks, but no thanks." The grin remained on her face even as he offered his real reason for coming to the library. She liked Steven. He'd never stood out much to her -- she had some vague idea he was on...

Juliana shook her head firmly, sliding the book of Cohen poetry away from her. "No no, nothing like that. I don't think I've even talked to him in -- oh, god, I don't know. A few months? Longer? I honestly think he just saw me reading and figured I was as good a shot as any. Maybe he's allergic...

The bag hitting the table made Juliana jerk reflexively, setting her heart to racing as for just the barest instant she wondered if the boy would actually be stupid enough to pick a fight in the middle of the library. Apparently he wasn't, though...instead he wished her a completely false good day, ...