AWD #016: Practice Makes Perfect
Practice Makes Perfect
Summary: Holtz and Ygraine make a late night rendezvous in the library.
Date: 23/01/2013
Related Logs: None
Holtz Ygraine 
The metal stacks of books start near the door and run the entire length of the room, which is almost forty meters. The room is twice as wide and there are several corridors that lead down the rows. Near the door is a desk clerk manned by a Crewman from Supply, but farther back, in the quiet of the room, are generally several other people milling about. Towards the rear are several seating areas with tables and chairs. There are sections covering a broad topics and individuals can also look at maps, rent videos, and even games.
January 23, 2005

The most adorable thing ever, ranking up there with puppies and kittens: Ygraine at one of the reading desks, hunched over and having fallen asleep on an open predator manual.

Holtz usually doesn't get down to this corner of the ship, but there's a first time for everything. He's making his way towards the shelves when he catches sight of the sleeping Ygraine; his feet pad quietly against the deck as he moves to her table. Wordlessly, a meaty palm falls abruptly onto her shoulder as he smiles thinly. Wakey wakey.

"Mnhphbutter!" Ygraine wakes suddenly, twitching into startlement as she sits upright, and blinks owlishly at the large man next to her. "Holtzy. Hey. You're in the library. Why are you in the library?" Her smile is still sleepy.

"Why wouldn't I be?" Holtz asks with a wry smile of his own. "The rumors of my illiteracy are greatly exaggerated." He's got a couple manuals himself, tucked in under his other arm; he drops them on the table with a dull thump. One's a Predator manual, a copy of the one Yggy herself has; the other is probably even more familiar to her, given that it's a Raptor flight manual. "Couldn't sleep. Thought I'd lay in bed and read a while, but I was starting to get sick of staring at those." A nod to the manuals.

"They do tend to make you crosseyed after a while." she admits. "I just want to brush up. You know, be solid on the predator. Gonna get some sim time with Phinny."

"Been a while since I qual'ed in one," Holtz replies with a nod, "Still need to get into the sims, myself." He drums his fingers on the Raptor manual. "I can handle a Pred, though. It's this bastard I'm focused on. Pie's got a few of us trainin' on Raptors, give us some extra hands in case we come across any we can steal off the Colonies."

"Surprised you don't think it's beneath you." Ygraine says wryly. "But it's good that you're cross-training. It's for the right reasons."

Holtz barks a laugh. "Flying is flying, Shakes. Even if it's one of those rusty tubs you lot ride around in." He's just teasing. Mostly. Leaning against the table, he gives off a self-effacing shrug as he studies her. "Hey, anything that'll help us give the toasters one in the teeth, yeah?"

Ygraine lifts a brow. "Without those rusty tubs, the toasters would have a helluva lot of an easier time targeting you." she can't help but point out.

Holtz looks down with a crooked brow. "Never claimed otherwise. They still handle like a brick, though. 'Sides, it was just a little joke." A very little one, apparently. The Viper jock goes over to a nearby stack of books and starts looking at the assorted titles. "Pretentious would-be literature and shoddy bodice-rippers," he mutters with a sigh, thumbing through a sequence of beat-up paperbacks. "Not much frakkin' middle ground, huh."

She laughs. "You might enjoy the bodice rippers. Look at them as being educational."

Storm tries to look offended, but his expression isn't terribly convincing. "What, you think I need education?" he retorts with a suggestive leer. "Funny, I don't remember hearing any complaints." Nevertheless, he pulls one free of the stack and reads the back cover with a skeptical look.

Ygraine laughs. "Not complaining. But's like piloting; you should never stop committing yourself to improvement."

"Personally, I've always believed that old saying about practice making perfect," Holtz responds with a droll smile. The book he's holding is put down, and he picks up another; the image of an exploding first war-era Cylon ship against a backdrop of stars is splashed against the cover.

Ygraine looks at his selection of choice, and chuckles. "Men." she says in delight. "Did you hear? There's a survivor from Picon in medbay. I might go poking after my next CAP."

Holtz does look more interested in this book than the romance novel he was holding a moment ago. Men, indeed. "Think I've read this one already, but what the hell." He comes back to the table, tossing it down with his manuals. "Yeah?" His brow crinkles. "Picon… heard they're still giving the toasters a fight down there. Sounds like it might be our next stop."

"Yeah. Picon, Scorpia…I just hope the folks in Libran and Leonis can wait." Yeah, Leonis. "I'm kinda banking on my brothers being alive."

Holtz reaches down and gives her shoulder a squeeze. "Hope so," he replies, a somber expression on his face. There's a silent pause, as if he's searching for something else to say but can't quite find the words. He looks over at her for a long moment before reaching for his small stack of books. "Alright, I'm gonna go see of one of these damn things'll put me to sleep." He grabs the books as he rises to his feet.

"I know something else that'd put you to sleep, but happy reading." She grins, plucking up the predator manual and leaning back in her chair.

A smile slowly spreads across Holtz' face, and he stops in his tracks to look back at her. "I'd just as soon pass… if you have any better ideas." Cue browwaggle.

Ygraine laughs and closes the manual. "C'mon, big lug. I know a really comfy closet with vents."

Holtz chuckles and waits for her to join him. "Vents, huh? I like the way you think." He extends his hand to hers, trying not to seem too eager as they move for the exit. "Lead the way."

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