April Event - A Day in the Life of…

[central_librarymods]

A Day in the Life of…

Not every day is a huge adventure. In fact, some days are just like all the others. Granted, life in The Library is not exactly ‘normal’, but there are days just like any other. Which means the small tasks still needs to be done. Pick a job, carry out your life… What is your everyday life like in The Central Library?

1. You have started a job or trade and help out in any way you can. Maybe you are teaching defense. Maybe you are simply learning it. You will need it! After all, just because there is nothing big happening doesn’t mean there might not be something like a bugbear waiting around the corner you’ll need to kill.

2. The books are scattering like roaches when you turn the light on! It’s horrible! They seem to find their current nesting spots on their shelves unsuitable! It needs to be cleaned up and the books need to be put back where they belong. Mind you… they are skittish and they will run from you!

3. People need to eat around here… are you a good cook? Some really aren’t… so why not help out with dinner? Nothing like planning for a… sort of… family meal. If you can’t cook, go to the market and find ingredients. Doing a little shopping is a nice way to pass the day.

4. Maybe you are the dodging work type. Maybe you really didn’t want to clean shelves or work. Well! There are always the baths or having tea in one of the atriums. (You could always play some pranks on the other patrons as well. It’s all in fun and getting to know each other, of course.)

5. Is work and cooking too mild for you? Training is simply not needed, you say? Then go hunting for monsters in the darker places of the Library. Just be careful not to wander too far… it’s easy to get lost in the darkness.

6. With the arrival of great pets comes great responsibility! And the need for pet-sitters who are willing to make sure they’re all happy and healthy. Walk the dogs! Play with the cats! Watch out for the ducks! And keep them out of trouble if you can.

7. Wild card! Feel free to come up with something else to fill up your day and have fun (or not!).


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2: Captain William Turner || Post-AWE but Pre-OST

[captainwhelp]

After living (if that would be the proper term to use given well...everything) between the bottom of the ocean and the surface and God knew where else for so long. Well, Will felt that he would be used to all manner of creatures scuttling about and making themselves scarce. Hiding between barrels, crates and odd placed knick-knacks only to be drawn out by bored crewmen. Nothing had really prepared him for scuttling...books. As it was not the most important matter at the moment, he could be forgiven for ignoring the fluttering pages scurrying about his boots as he walked along the shelves.

His face betrayed his calm stance, worry clear in the brown eyes glancing about. It has not been ten years, his mind would helpfully supply. Only two at most. Why was he on land? Or...at least something that resembled land and..."Oh.." he glanced down, carefully picking up the book he'd just trod on.

Really. There was no way he could blame this little venture on one Captain Jack Sparrow.

[the_head_librarian]

He has been watching the books even without truly following them. Being aware of where they are does not make the task of reining them in easier. Instead, it makes him mentally sigh. It will require a lot of work to coax them back to their correct places. But with the air feeling so stale and the shelves darkening, it's harder for him to do the work himself.

The Librarian might have called on one of the patrons for help, but a shock of feeling made him wince. Turning his head, he caught sight of the new patron as he looked down upon the book he'd stepped on. Moving closer, he knelt to the floor, the black robes pooling on the floor as he holds his hands out to the book.

After wriggling out from under the other man's foot, it scurried into his waiting hands where he caressed the cover in a soothing fashion. "I know they are being a pain... but please try not to step on them if you can." He cradles the book to his chest as he rises, his eyes lifting to the new person. "Have you only lately arrived here?" Perhaps the long stint of seclusion to heal has thrown him... but he is sure this patron is new.

[captainwhelp]

Will could only watch, confusion written over his face before he acknowledged the other man, "Forgive me...I was not aware they...were, well alive in some manner." He watched a few more move about, still confused about how he was here. The where really did not matter, not to him at least.

"A-are they always as such? What few books I have known remain on the shelves they are placed upon." Ah, there was a good inquiry. Will nodded tightly, he'd been wondering how to breech the subject. "I am, sir. Though I'm not entirely certain how, exactly, I am able to be here." A small pause, "This..this is not aboard a ship, is it?"

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[the_head_librarian]

"Ah, alive is a precarious term, but accurate enough." He smoothed some of the black off of the spine carefully, his brow furrowing as the darkness on his skin seemed to seep in and disappear. "It's more, what is inside that lives and desires to keep living."

Every living thing tried to survive. It was in their instincts and base nature. "Here, you cannot assume that books are merely books. Forgive me, the concept likely seems strange..." Offering a warmer expression, he glanced at the books that skittered under shelves pretending to be out of sight. "You are here, because you were called. This is not a ship... but simply a space between time. Do not worry, it is all right for you to step foot here." Now that they have spoken, he can feel and see the other's story, and he knows that the burden is heavy.

"Please relax if you can. This is a place where the rules that you know do not apply. But it is a very important place that is in need of help from any willing to help."

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[captainwhelp]

He looked at the books again, watching them move about....reacting to the presence of the strange man. There was an odd tug somewhere but no danger. Listening carefully he gazed up at the stranger, watching the darkness seep in and vanish. There were rules here, Will could tell...old rules. One's that, perhaps, ran deeper then the ones he himself was bound to.

"The concept of things...being more than they seem." He gave a soft laugh, his eyes glancing again to the books. "That, truly is not as strange as one would think." Yet this was not a ship. Not familiar and not something he could ask over. The cursed Captain glanced up as the stranger continued, brows furrowing as his body tensed.

"The rules that I know? And you said that I was called here." The worry had leaped back into his eyes, "What sort of help does one need...from the Captain of the Dutchman?"