Someone claiming to be Xemnas Damour has contacted Xigbar via LiveJournal.  I looked into it, and it appears to be genuine, although there isn't much information to go on.  In my opinion the worst thing that happens is we go to the (publicly listed, by the way) address for one of the richest men in the city and get bullied away by his security staff.  If it isn't a hoax and someone with that man's resources really is trying to gather survivors, then there is no downside to us going.  Except for me having to listen to Xigbar bitch about it.

Gods, it's going to take a full day of dealing with his tantrum before we're ready to fucking head across town.   Sometimes I really, really wish I lived alone.

Fuck.  I don't have a quick way to contact Zexion.  That means I need to get Xigbar packed up in time to stop by there first...

Xigbar and I just finished an all-night PSO marathon (the only game both of us will play together for long periods).  He went to sleep finally, and I flipped on the news while I ate some breakfast...only to find out that we have, by order of the national government, been trapped in our own city.  The army has blocked all physical access to the area outside of Hollow Bastion. 

I find the lack of a press conference or any sort of official word from the local government to be highly suspicious.  Also, I fear the creeping dread I had been feeling in light of the growing attacks, deaths, and missing bodies to be more than just entertainment-induced paranoia.  It would not surprise me to find that our leaders have forsaken us for safer territory, leaving us to fend for ourselves in the face of what, at best, is an outbreak of a highly contagious and very lethal disease.

Tomorrow's my birthday.  Twenty-two years old.  As if being surrounded by the students cramming for finals at the library wasn't reminder enough, again, that I should have graduated college by now.

The blonde that Zexion and I think left that note hasn't been around lately.  Which isn't doing much to waylay our suspicions.  Seeing as how neither of us could decide on the best way to confront the situation, perhaps it's for the best.

The news has started telling us there is some connection between the mysterious deaths and the disappearance of those same bodies.  Not that this isn't something I hadn't already figured out on my own.  Xigbar jokes that someone is making a zombie army.  Maybe I'm too attached to horror movies, but the entire situation is starting to feel eerily familiar.

From what Zexion's co-workers told us, Xigbar came to the library yesterday to yell and me and, knowing him, see if he couldn't push Zexion around a bit.  Unfortunately He arrived while two of us were out to dinner.  And then, apparently, left with a new friend before we got back.

I know this last part because a) the other librarians saw him talking to a blonde man (it sounds like the man Zexion and I suspect of having left the note, just to make things even more interesting) and b) he never came home last night.  There would, normally, only be two reasons for this - sex and jail.  If it were the latter I would have received a phone call to come bail him out, which never occurred.  With recent events a third option has arisen, that of him having been murdered in the street.  Luckily that possibility was disproved when he came waltzing through the door this afternoon.

Part of me wants to corner him about it.  But that area is small compared to the part that really just hopes things can get back to normal now.

Well, yesterday was interesting.  Zexion and I got caught up studying for his test, and I barely managed to run out of there in time to get to work.  As I was walking away, though, I passed a group of kids coming up the sidewalk.  And then I heard Zexion trying to stop them at the door.  So I figured it was the group he had been talking about, who were giving him trouble, and I went back to chase them off.  One thing led to another, and I didn't get to work on time. 

Michael's actually had it out for me for a while.  I think he was only giving me 30 hours a week because they needed me, and he was scared of me.  So I'm not surprised I got canned.  Whatever.  Fuck 'em.  It's not like Xig and I'll get evicted.  I guess we just won't have as much play money until I find another job.

Xigbar, listen, I know you're going to read this.  I'm sorry man, I've...been lying to you a bit.  But I guess it's all out now.

In more personal news, someone left a note for Zexion in the library today:

"Hey beautiful.. Just a friendly suggestion from an admirer. Maybe you should work to keep your hair out of your eyes a little more.. It's criminal to hide such a pretty face, you know. I'm sure your handsome friend would agree."

First reaction?  Shock and, I admit, a bit of jealous fear.  I didn't like the idea of someone watching him.  Zexion seemed to be a little freaked out by it, so I don't think he liked the idea either.

Once the shock wore off, however, and we figured out I must be the handsome friend...well, things got interesting.  There was much blushing, especially on my part, accompanied by stuttered admissions of emotion. 

In the end it actually worked as the prompt we both needed to admit our feelings to each other.  I suppose there are healthier ways for this to have occurred, but I'm quite happy with the outcome.

An interesting report was on the news this morning.  Apparently someone stole the body of a government worker out of the morgue.  There are strange, strange people in the world today.

Finally got up the nerve to talk to Mr. Librarian today.  Or, shall we call him Zexion...and I thought Hypatia and I got strange names.  Not sure what the etymology is there.  Maybe I'll ask.

Anyway.  I think he noticed me being there the past few times, although we didn't interact, really.  He seems to be watching me back (gods I hope I'm not imagining it).  Then today he came to shelve some books in the aisle beside the table I was reading at.  Some of them were rather high, and so I offered to help him.  I hadn't realized how small he is...he barely comes up to my chest.  We got to chatting a bit.  He's a student at St. Mark's, and works at the library.  He's probably everything I would be if I hadn't made some of the choices I have.  But that's beside the point.

I've never felt this immediate an attraction to someone.  It's scary and spectacular at the same time.

Just a note to myself about my "schedule."  I hate having to lie to Xig like this, but I don't really have a choice.  The fact that I'm toying with the idea of going back to college would earn me a whiny lecture...if he knew I'm also crushing on the librarian he'd absolutely throw down a tantrum.  He needs to get a life, it's not even like we're together anymore.  Or ever really were, for that matter.

I don't know why I just typed all that.  Catharsis, I guess.  Anyway:

M  -  Library 4:00-5:30     TJ 6:00-11:00
T  -  TJ 6:00-11:00
W  -  Day off
R  -  TJ 6:00-11:00
F  -  Library 4:00-5:30     TJ 6:00-11:00
S  -  Library 4:00-5:30     TJ 6:00-11:00
N  -  Library 4:00-5:30     TJ 6:00-11:00

I need to find some way to wrangle going to the library on Wednesdays...

Gods, I'm acting like a fucking middle-schooler.