log: Matt and Tabitha
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xp_logsTuesday afternoon, Matt runs into Tabitha at the library. There is talk of Braille Playboy.
Tabitha looked up as a familiar shadow flitted across her peripheral vision. She rose to her feet, determined to catch the frequent lurker. "Mr. Murdock!" Her voice cut across the silence. "A word, please?"
"I didn't do it!" Matt replied automatically. He hadn't! Whatever it was, he was innocent. "I swear! Go ask Clint! I bet he'll know!" He had no idea what 'it' was, but that did not matter.
Tabs blinked. "Murdock, you need to get into less trouble. But that's not why I stopped you." She reached back to her desk for a notebook. "I'm making out a book order. Any special requests and what format?"
Oh! That he did do. Or needed to do. "Probably," Matt agreed cheerfully, detouring from his favourite reading chair and heading to Tabitha's desk. "Anything in braille. I've heard good things about Lois McMaster Bujold and Spider Robinson," he hadn't had a chance to look for their books in braille yet. That was all he could think of off the top of his head, "I dunno. Anything fiction in braille that's not 'chick lit.'"
She raised an eyebrow and tried not to laugh. "Contrary to popular belief, 'chick lit' isn't actually a literary category. But I can definitely put those authors on the list for you. Anything non-fiction interest you?"
It wasn't? That was new. "Uh..." Matt hopped up on the counter thinking, "maybe stuff to do with real crime or criminal justice? Or biographies? Those are sometimes cool," sometimes they were boring, but not always. "Or funny stuff. I don't read a lot of non-fiction for fun. And my professors want more journal articles than books because they're newer," at least so far.
"I've been keeping up with the Braille Institute, they have several magazines. Nothing from journals yet. I wonder if there's some text-to-speech stuff that would work." She made some notes. "I know it's not the same, but better than nothing, right?"
"There's Playboy!" Matt agreed brightly. It came in Braille and was kinda awesome. "And yeah, I use text-to-speech stuff for journal articles already, it's in my computer and stuff. I just kinda hate it," he disliked having to go at the computer's pace when he could often read Braille quicker, "but yeah, better than nothing."
She snorted. "When you turn 21, you can pay me to order Playboy. I do not contribute to corruption any more than necessary." Which was quite enough in her opinion. "You'd think some enterprising company would invent some sort of Braille Print-on-Demand."
"I'm 18, it's perfectly legal!" Matt protested. He should probably just see about a subscription for himself. It was a little weird to try to get them through a library. "Yeah, that'd be cool. Except that braille takes up a lot more paper than regular printing and takes special paper and machines, too. So...I dunno if it's feasible to make money or not," it could be an interesting study. Or he could start his own company and see?
Tabs scratched her head. "Can't help but wonder if there's some eccentric billionaire out there who'd provide a grant." She huffed softly with laughter. "Doug might have ideas. He's ... too clever for his own good. Do you know him?"
Matt nodded, "A little," he replied, "He helped get my computer set up for me and taught me how to use it when I first got here," because Matt had been almost completely computer illiterate back then outside of being able to type. "He's one of the spy people or whatever in the city."
She coughed to cover up startled laughter. "I don't think we're supposed to know that," she said in a choked voice.
They weren't? Granted, Matt had no idea what went on there, but Amanda had spelled things out pretty plainly when he had spent the night there and they'd talked about joining the X-Men. As to any specifics....he didn't have a clue. "You're an X-Man, I'm an X-Man, no one else is around, why not call a spade a spade?" They both knew the truth, why pretend? "So, whatever. I don't know details."
Tabitha continued to choke on her laughs. This kid was a riot. She'd have to talk to him more often. "Not knowing the details is probably better for all of our sanity where that crowd is concerned." Her own limited involvement was all her own fault, and quite enough, thank you.
That was the truth! "Amen," Matt agreed, "I am very happy not knowing. But anyways, more braille books I guess. Books on tape aren't the same," that was what they had been discussing originally. "They're so slow." "All right, I'll get to work on it. You may go about your business," she said with a grin.
Tabitha looked up as a familiar shadow flitted across her peripheral vision. She rose to her feet, determined to catch the frequent lurker. "Mr. Murdock!" Her voice cut across the silence. "A word, please?"
"I didn't do it!" Matt replied automatically. He hadn't! Whatever it was, he was innocent. "I swear! Go ask Clint! I bet he'll know!" He had no idea what 'it' was, but that did not matter.
Tabs blinked. "Murdock, you need to get into less trouble. But that's not why I stopped you." She reached back to her desk for a notebook. "I'm making out a book order. Any special requests and what format?"
Oh! That he did do. Or needed to do. "Probably," Matt agreed cheerfully, detouring from his favourite reading chair and heading to Tabitha's desk. "Anything in braille. I've heard good things about Lois McMaster Bujold and Spider Robinson," he hadn't had a chance to look for their books in braille yet. That was all he could think of off the top of his head, "I dunno. Anything fiction in braille that's not 'chick lit.'"
She raised an eyebrow and tried not to laugh. "Contrary to popular belief, 'chick lit' isn't actually a literary category. But I can definitely put those authors on the list for you. Anything non-fiction interest you?"
It wasn't? That was new. "Uh..." Matt hopped up on the counter thinking, "maybe stuff to do with real crime or criminal justice? Or biographies? Those are sometimes cool," sometimes they were boring, but not always. "Or funny stuff. I don't read a lot of non-fiction for fun. And my professors want more journal articles than books because they're newer," at least so far.
"I've been keeping up with the Braille Institute, they have several magazines. Nothing from journals yet. I wonder if there's some text-to-speech stuff that would work." She made some notes. "I know it's not the same, but better than nothing, right?"
"There's Playboy!" Matt agreed brightly. It came in Braille and was kinda awesome. "And yeah, I use text-to-speech stuff for journal articles already, it's in my computer and stuff. I just kinda hate it," he disliked having to go at the computer's pace when he could often read Braille quicker, "but yeah, better than nothing."
She snorted. "When you turn 21, you can pay me to order Playboy. I do not contribute to corruption any more than necessary." Which was quite enough in her opinion. "You'd think some enterprising company would invent some sort of Braille Print-on-Demand."
"I'm 18, it's perfectly legal!" Matt protested. He should probably just see about a subscription for himself. It was a little weird to try to get them through a library. "Yeah, that'd be cool. Except that braille takes up a lot more paper than regular printing and takes special paper and machines, too. So...I dunno if it's feasible to make money or not," it could be an interesting study. Or he could start his own company and see?
Tabs scratched her head. "Can't help but wonder if there's some eccentric billionaire out there who'd provide a grant." She huffed softly with laughter. "Doug might have ideas. He's ... too clever for his own good. Do you know him?"
Matt nodded, "A little," he replied, "He helped get my computer set up for me and taught me how to use it when I first got here," because Matt had been almost completely computer illiterate back then outside of being able to type. "He's one of the spy people or whatever in the city."
She coughed to cover up startled laughter. "I don't think we're supposed to know that," she said in a choked voice.
They weren't? Granted, Matt had no idea what went on there, but Amanda had spelled things out pretty plainly when he had spent the night there and they'd talked about joining the X-Men. As to any specifics....he didn't have a clue. "You're an X-Man, I'm an X-Man, no one else is around, why not call a spade a spade?" They both knew the truth, why pretend? "So, whatever. I don't know details."
Tabitha continued to choke on her laughs. This kid was a riot. She'd have to talk to him more often. "Not knowing the details is probably better for all of our sanity where that crowd is concerned." Her own limited involvement was all her own fault, and quite enough, thank you.
That was the truth! "Amen," Matt agreed, "I am very happy not knowing. But anyways, more braille books I guess. Books on tape aren't the same," that was what they had been discussing originally. "They're so slow." "All right, I'll get to work on it. You may go about your business," she said with a grin.
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