Those Three Words

Westward Books is able to compete with the larger chain stores for one reason - it's homey, neighborhood feel. The store is crammed into a small space along 8th street. Despite its small size, the shopkeepers have been able to cram in hundreds and hundreds of books - tall, cherry-wood shelves take up most of the space in the store, lined from floor to ceiling with books. The aisles are narrow, but kept neat and labeled with clearly printed signs explaining which is in each. The smell of must and knowledge hang in the air, and a certain amount of dust that can somehow never be rid of hangs in the air, visible when the sun hits into the wide front windows.

A small reading alcove is located in the back of the store. Two comfortable, over-stuffed green couches straight from the 1970s sit across from each other, a coffee table in between. The area is frequently populated with college students or those taking it easy over a cup of complimentary coffee provided by the shop's owners to frequent browsers and customers alike.

Outside, the world is dark and foggy. Everything is half-hidden, nothing clearly seen. It's chilly and the air feels damp. No wind blows. The dark shapes of nearby trees loom at you suddenly out of the deep grey fog as you approach them.

Sometime Wednesday morning, not long after the bookstore opens, before any classes for the day, at least for Sam, he walks in with his sister. Any chimes or bells associated with the opening of the door chiming away. They step out of the foggy day outside, into the establishment. He wears regular old blue jeans, faded tee and a hoodie, this one plain today. A pause, he holds door for his sister then follows right along. "I'm feeling better," having been awake for a number of hours, "But I think I'm going to crash between classes later. I think Samuelson has a few cozy couches, I'll try to grab one." That is a building on the west side of campus.

Meadow is trailing right behind him and pulls the door to when she steps inside. She hooks an arm with his, concern still etching her features, but it's directed at her brother. Wearing jeans and a t-shirt advertising cheer, from her high school days, she also has on a hoodie, but it's unzipped and it's advertising her sorority at the college. "Just don't sleep without someone around. Or take the day off."

A simple bell hangs from the door and rings when the pair enter just in case whoever is working isn't in sight of door. Claudia however is at the moment, seated on a stool behind the counter reading a book, though she looks up at the sound of the bell greeting the siblings with a smile. "Anything I can help you find?" she offers.

"No, I'll make sure someone is around, can't take another day off. That cozy couch day with Amelia I told you about, that was a skip day too." Half a grin, glad for a good memory in there after last night for Samuel, but not wanting more absences just yet this semester it seems. They are greeted, Samuel moves for the counter, "Hey Claudia. Yeah, do you have like books on dreams and dream meanings at all?" He starts there, maybe not even thinking to ask about stones too, the one curiousity his focus at present.

Meadow thinks about the stones one, that was her whole reason for coming! "And one on stones, different ones. Maybe you could answer, if you read them a lot. A stone that's red and green and rust." She looks at Samuel and smiles, "Then wait till tonight to crash and get sleep early, like after dinner. Someone can work for you, if you're scheduled."

Claudia nods, "Sure," she replies, laying her book on the counter, cover up and still open to hold her page. Something about women and China - likely something for classes. A grin and a slight shake of her head is made for Samuel's comment on that skip day with Amelia. Sliding from the stool she leads back towards the section of the shop which holds 'New Age' books. "Dreams and stones," she comments repeating the subjects. "Together or separate topics?"

Turning to follow, Samuel bobs his head, nodding to Meadow for including stones, and the sleeping later. "Maybe, for a little after dinner." Cause he would still want to close down just the same. Then back to Claudia, half looking at his sister on the question. "Well, separate maybe, but if there is one on both, or stones in dreams even. The dream wasn't wholly about the stone, but it seemed important enough?" Differing to Meadow curiously too.

"Yeah it was a strange one, so maybe if you have something more specialized that is focusing on different family stones," Meadow says the words rather pointedly. "Working stones, to be more specific. If there's a connection in them and dreams then maybe, but otherwise separate." She moves off herself then to look for other books also.

"Well I don't know of anything that covers stones and dreams," Claudia replies, at least not that they carry anyway. "But there's some that are cover different types of dreams better than others," she goes on to explain as she pulls a few out a bit further than the others. Recommended apparently. "Family stones?" she starts, nodding a second later at the clarification Meadowlark gives, though after a moment of consideration she finally asks, "So you had a dream about a rock?"

Lifting a hand to rub the back of his neck, Sam half scrunches his lips in consideration. "There was some trouble in the dream that I'm curious about, but also, when I was in trouble, I just couldn't do what I needed and … well, my stone changed color, it was no longer my stone. I think we're curious how serious the dream was and if the stone changing might mean something." Hopefully his sister isn't too far, she might better explain, curiously he was find explaining to her last night after it happened.

"He was drowning in his dream and it made him stop breathing in real life, and it was scary. So much that I sat up with him the remainder of the night and we watched National Geographic television until you were open then we came here. But yeah, his stone changed in the dream. So do you have something on dream interpretations like that? I also wanted to look up what kind of stone it changed to, in case it had answers." Meadow wasn't too far and she figured clarification was in order.

"Ouch," Claudia comments giving the short explanation of the dream. "I'm glad you're alright," she add, turning the comment to Samuel before continuing to include them both, "drowning doesn't usually mean that specifically though. Have you had any changes recently, or any coming up?" The question asked its only a second later that she apologizes. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to pry." Or be nosy.

"Yeah, just that," grins Samuel as his sister greatly helps, directly even. "I don't know, I mean how drastic of a change does it need to be? Like going places I don't usual go, seeing new people, or old friends. Or something drastic, like moving out of state." taking the hand from his neck, he tucks it into a pocket. "Its more the regular stuff I guess, no drastic change at all." But mabye comfortable with it just being a change versus having more meaning actually.

A frown puckers Meadow's forehead and she looks between Claudia and Samuel, wanting to try and get the whole meaning, figuring truth was best for that. "You're not moving out of state." It's said decisively, as if intending for no arguments, she's simply not allowing him to. "He saw Ashton again and went out to the Brooks farm." She's been out there, she knows how eerie it can be at times.

"I mean I'm not saying that it doesn't mean drowning, but it could just as easy be just a bad dream," Claudia offers. "Most of the interpretations I've seen though say it means that you're feeling overwhelmed though." She shrugs lightly before raising a brow at the boy given his sister's additional information. "Or could just be a bad dream," she says again.

"Yeah, I did stay the night out there, and feel pretty bad in hindsight," returns Samuel on the new information department. "I guess that doesn't look so good. And I haven't seen Amelia, so I sent her a text." Which makes him feel just as bad too probably, instead of saying thigns in person. Then again, he's sweet on Amelia, but there's no going steady as of yet, just Sam doesn't play the field so to speak. A grin though, calling more towards where Meadow is browsing other books. "No, not going anywhere, only home for me is here." His sisters. Then more to Claudia, "If that's what most say, maybe I'll just see what happens with my dreams, but the stone was curious, that's the first time I dreamed something about my stone changing."

Meadow seems to be the one to fill in a few more of the details. "Spare room, plutonic." She smiles at her brother, "We just talked about how it looked with him out there and how it might seem to Amelia." Explanation done, she nods about the dream. "With all the Brooks have gone through, the mother, then the father.." she shakes her head. "It's no wonder he had a dream like that, you know?"

Claudia holds up a hand in defense of Meadow's additions. "I didn't ask," she replies, an assurance of sorts. A shrug follows for the connection of the dream to the farm, "Hard to say." She's not going to comment further on that it seems. "I should get some things done, but feel free to browse and if you need anything just holler," she offers with a smile before heading down the aisle.

"Thanks Claudia," grins Samuel as the girl goes off, he for one doesn't mind the addition. Even if Claudia is not like others ready to gossip about such things, he appreciates what his sister said. Accepting the dream business, he moves closer to his sister. "Wasn't so bad, was pretty quiet out there. I could get used to that." Though, town isn't much less quiet truth told, more that tranquility beyond the farm. He moves with Meadow to look at stone books, then. "You know, if it was the farm and I took something with me, maybe better for Ashton and her plus one." The baby he means. Curious way to look at it perhaps, taking negativity away with him and that benefiting another.

Meadow and Samuel look through some books but there's one on different stones, and since she was taking classes in geology anyway, she opts to buy it. "Did you want the one on dreams also?" She smiles at the quietness comment in regards to the Brooks place. "I think it's less serene and more a … menacing silence. I hope you didn't bring it."

"We should take the dream one," for when they just can't ask Claudia, and to look for themselves if more dreams come up too. Samuel looks at the shelf to pick and choose at least one to take with them. "If its something I brought back, I'll find a place to crash until it passes. You're right, I wouldn't want it at home as much as I'd want it around Ashton or her baby either. Lets hope it was just a bad dream, and nothing else maybe?"

"Definitely the dream one." Meadow tells him, glancing at the book he selects. They make the purchases though and impulsively, she throws her arms around him. "It was just a bad dream, you're not going anywhere okay? And if it was something more the safest place you'd be would be at home with us."

Books in hand, Samuel takes to the impulsive hug, his chin to her shoulder, talking against her hoodie, slightly muffled, "Yes, bad dream, otherwise, you're stuck with me. We'll see where tonight goes. Thanks for being my sister, I think you knew I needed you in my life."

"I'm here for the long haul, Sammy, so you have to get used to it." Meadow smiles when he hugs her back, even kissing his forehead before he can stand to his full height again. With books in hand, she motions towards the door. "Want a milkshake from the drugstore on the way home?" Their old fashioned soda fountain was nice.

Grinning, then mussing lightly at her hair, not to really muss anything, Samuel turns to walk with her, as she motions the door. "Like you had to ask," as if redundant, but he teases on the way, "Really, you have to ask though, one day I'll say no, just to be sure you're listening to me. But today, I can't refuse a milkshake." Who can even. Things picking up since the dream of last night for him.

"I did have to ask, maybe you had plans to go talk to Amelia or something." Meadow tells him with a lopsided and playful smile. "It's a good thing I adore you or I would have to tickle you for teasing me all the time." Walking out with him, she takes a turn towards the drug store and that soda fountain she so loved.

"I'm so not ticklish," a lie, she would know actually. Samuel grins, "I couldn't get her the other day, I did send her a text. She has some pretty big midterm tests I think, I'm trying not to pester her. Besides, even if did have plans, I'd still sneak in a milkshake. Or is that a no no too, I'd have to bring her one as well. Ugh, this stuff is so complicated, I can see why you're waiting." Sure, he'll play up waiting for her, protective as he is.

Meadow doesn't mind waiting, it's all too complicated for her also. "You can always sneak in a milkshake without taking one. Sometimes it may be more fair to share one. Trust me, I have friends who have boyfriends. Sometimes it's almost sickening to watch," she tells him good-naturedly. And as if to prove the point of the tickling, she gooses him at a ticklish place and laughs. "Definitely not ticklish."

"So share, but not in front of my friends or hers, we'll enjoy it without making anyone sick … see, love expert." He is grinning, then she gooses him, and he bursts a light laugh, "Hey!" Though, he doesn't stop too hard, if it was non-family that would be a different story, but for her, she gets away with it, his laugh joining hers as they walk for milkshakes.

It's not far to the drugstore and Meadow walks in, still laughing from their playfulness. "Love expert. Three words of advice then? Don't do it." With a smile, she breezes over to the glittery gold speckled barstool at the soda fountain and has a seat. "I want…" now the hard part. "I think.. vanilla, no, strawberry.. no, chocolate. Banana? How about a mix of all and make it a banana split milkshake?"

"Oh, those three words … you saved me, I was gonna blurt it out randomly next time I saw Amelia." The other three words. Grinning, he takes the next stool over. "Banana split milkshake, that sounds awesome. I'm still stuck at butterscotch, unless today is mix it up day, then I'll go for caramel and hot fudge with nuts over a mix too, mine will just be chocolate mess milkshake, we can share?" He settles in for milkshakes.

"You love her?" Meadow's eyes round and she looks at her brother until she realizes he was grinning and teasing her again. She laughs again, leaning in to hug him. Shakes are ordered, delivered and they peruse the books for answers while they enjoy their day so far.

OOC Date: 2015.05.29
IC Date: 2014.10.06
Cast: Claudia, Meadowlark, & Samuel



Westward Books

Westward Books is able to compete with the larger chain stores for one reason - it's homey, neighborhood feel. The store is crammed into a small space along 8th street. Despite its small size, the shopkeepers have been able to cram in hundreds and hundreds of books - tall, cherry-wood shelves take up most of the space in the store, lined from floor to ceiling with books. The aisles are narrow, but kept neat and labeled with clearly printed signs explaining which is in each. The smell of must and knowledge hang in the air, and a certain amount of dust that can somehow never be rid of hangs in the air, visible when the sun hits into the wide front windows.

A small reading alcove is located in the back of the store. Two comfortable, over-stuffed green couches straight from the 1970s sit across from each other, a coffee table in between. The area is frequently populated with college students or those taking it easy over a cup of complimentary coffee provided by the shop's owners to frequent browsers and customers alike.

Outside, the world is dark and foggy. Everything is half-hidden, nothing clearly seen. It's chilly and the air feels damp. No wind blows. The dark shapes of nearby trees loom at you suddenly out of the deep grey fog as you approach them.

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