Invisible Books

Who - Yasmin Adimar
Where - Engineering Decks Locker Room (OOC - Is that a real place!?)
Why - To go through her stuff, and maybe some other people's stuff too.
When – In her ‘free three/three free’ hours, while everyone else did their own things.

“Smeg, what's all this junk?” she groaned, pulling out a soggy banana peel from the wreckage she’d just began digging through, that was her locker. Over three million years, along with the ‘cheap plonk’ that Seymour had robbed her of, the rest of most of her things had gone…well, mouldy. “I don’t even like bananas.”
Nobody answered her. Good, she thought to herself, dumping the peel on the floor beside her dirt-caked walking boots. After all, it was a rhetorical question.
Nobody was there, anyway. She was the only person who was bored enough to trek all the way down here to do some sorting-out. Everyone else on board ship was, well, too sensible to do the same.
“Hey, hey, what’s all this?” she giggled squeamishly, as she lifted her crowbar – she needed one more than anything, seeing as how being in stasis for that long really took a toll on your long-term memory, AKA her locker combination – and took out her yelping wrath of metal on the locker next along. Inside, she waved her hand around the piles of books. Her hand went straight through. She could only think of one person whose locker this could’ve been.
Pancake.
Mostly Pancake-like things, too, to prove her point. However, the bottle of mineral water did look a little too innocent…
“Wonder why they didn’t bother cleaning it out.”
Reaching into her back pocket, she pulled out her holohand. Quite similar to a holowhip, in its rudimentary making. It meant, most simply, that, when she placed it over her own hand, like a second skin, almost, it allowed her to pick up any hologramatic thing, or hit any hologramatic person. Only that hand, however.
She picked up the books, flicking through them in moral disgust. At the bottom of the watery-soaked locker, a small pamphlet read the words:
Your Own Death, And How To Cope With It.
TAG – SOMEBODY!