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02 March 2010 @ 09:58 pm
Of all the strange things to happen...

Lief had been expecting to hide in the library until Jasmine figured out where he was, and then to... retire from the festivities early. Midsummer was a holiday suited to that, after all.

But somehow he'd gotten turned around, and the shelves had gone on for far too long - and this was plainly no longer a part of the palace library in Del. "Hello?" he called, cautiously, wishing for the first time that he could have worn a sword with all this useless royal finery.

[Note to anyone who'd care to jump in - he's post-canon by about a year, unlike the version I play at Micro.]
18 August 2009 @ 09:39 am
Ssilissa looked around curiously. She was sure the library at Larklight hadn't been this big the last time she'd been in it. Certainly not big  enough to get so lost that she couldn't find the door.

This wasn't good. This wasn't good at all. "Hello? Is there anyone else here?"

((OOC: For anyone to whom it matters, Ssil is taken from just after the first book in the trilogy, because I can't find the other two anywhere. And she draws out her esses when she speaks, but I'm not going to type it out.))

18 August 2009 @ 10:18 am
[Suze has arrived and she is not amused. She explores the library, glancing everything over with a frown on her face. After a while she stops, sighs and crosses her arms across her chest.]

Okay. That is the last time I eat Andy's enchilada's before bed.
27 July 2009 @ 09:10 am
A very badly trashed couple of aisles revealed that Sir Thursday was back, and not happy about it. Nothing was really broken, but there were plenty of books strewn over the floor, a few loose pages were scattered here and there and in one place a shelf was knocked askew.

What had happened before he came back hadn't improved his mood any. "Blasted child... defies my orders... turns my army against me... that damned snake... Rightful Heir my..." The observant might notice that, though he normally kept himself groomed with military precision, he was looking a bit scruffy at the moment. A few days in your own dungeon will do that.

((OOC: He's been timeskipped to after the end of his book, so he's crazier than usual. Approach with caution.))

28 June 2009 @ 07:13 pm
When you're stuck in a library, there's really only one thing available to do as a means of entertainment. And while Iago is a man of the sword more than the pen, and he'll be the first to admit it, he's been catching up on his reading. He's currently sitting on the edge of a table with a few piles of books for company -- La lira, Città del sole, Il Principe can be seen amongst the titles, among others.

But apparently, he's gotten bored with reading them and has instead taken to arranging them into precariously high towers. He finishes off an impressively tall stack in particular with a slim edition of La Mandragola and sends the whole thing tumbling down onto the table with a muted thud and the flutter of pages as they hit. But if reading can't amuse him, than childishly building book-towers definitely can't.

Now he turns to conversation. "Prithee tell me," he says to anyone who might be around to listen, "from whence did you come and would you were there now? How sorely do you long for home? Is that wound deep and mortal or does it draw but a little blood?"
21 June 2009 @ 09:49 pm
This is not where I am supposed to be.
I do not believe I am even in the Secondary Realms any more...
[ and wait a minute; Monday doesn't have his Key. What happened? He looks around, obviously confused. ]
This appears to be a library of unknown size...
Maybe I could find some others here.
although I'm not sure any of them are particularly interested in reading.

[ooc: This is Monday after the end of book one. :D ]

19 June 2009 @ 11:37 am
Aziraphale was in heaven. Well, that was certainly an overstatement, considering he was, in fact, not anywhere near heaven. But the books... for miles they stretched on, and he'd really only begun to explore the religion section.

Of course, being a library, it was stuffed with all sorts of unreliable writings ("The Secret?" he mused aloud, rather disgusted, "do forgive me, but it seems you've ended up in the trash. How deeply unfortunate."), but at least there were books.

It was rather a shame that Crowley was not in the immediate vicinity. Aziraphale did so enjoy pontificating, especially about books -- One Book, in particular. However, not all was lost, as there were some rather less interesting than Crowley but interesting enough looking people milling about the Library. Perhaps he could expound upon one of them. They all did need enlightenment anyway, didn't they?
17 June 2009 @ 03:36 pm
[Alice is looking up and down the aisles of the library, highly confused.]

Oh dear! I wonder where I could possibly be! This doesn't look like anywhere I've been before!

I'm so confuddled!

Would someone please be ever so kind as to tell me where I am? I would be ever so grateful! I know this is a library but I don't recall how I got here!

Oh dear. Sister and Mother will be worried about me! I have to get home quickly.
24 May 2009 @ 09:58 pm
...indoor outhouses.

(Kirsten is staring at the washroom in awe. Feel free to laugh.)
21 May 2009 @ 12:10 pm
[ Rondeau was lost. He'd been wondering the library for the better part of an hour, and now found himself somewhere in the books on true crime. He sighs, and then says to no one in particular: ]

This is really fucking obnoxious. Am I gonna have to start breaking shit?

...Fuck, where's Marla when I need her destructive capabilities?

((ooc; new muse! trying to get a handle on his voice. :3))
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