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April Event - A Day in the Life of…

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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When he was told that one of the jobs in the Library, he truly wondered if there was really anything he could do other than kill monsters. He wasn't the most keen on purposely fighting all of the time, and honestly, no one wanted him to cook. So when he heard about the idea of 'pet sitting', Mikazuki remembered how much the horses seemed to like him, so why not pets?

Dogs and cats and the like couldn't be as oppressive as the horses that seemed to really like his hair for a snack, now could they? Of course not...

That's why he was waiting in the entry hall, looking sorely out of place with his elaborate clothes. But then, he really didn't have extra clothes at the moment. And if he listened to Kogitsune said about his last fashion faux pas, it was best he not go shopping for new clothes.

So he would just have to manage with what he had. Hopefully none of the animals had a penchant for chewing on clothes. That could be troublesome, indeed.

True, arriving had been a surprise, but it didn't take Nita much looking to figure out there was work to be done. And a wizard didn't simply withhold their help when it was clearly needed.

So, Nita thought, carefully making her way down some of the more dusty aisles. I became a wizard because a book in a library caught me. Now I'm out catching books. Talk about coming full-circle.

But Nita was new to all this. Maybe she could take some pointers?

Thea had picked up her bow and arrows, happy to be able to actually train for the first time in weeks. As she set up a few targets she remembered their was others who shoot so she posted a note outside the room,"Calling all archers! Come train or just show off your gear." adding a little smiliey to show she was joking around. Feel free to notice she's still a little shaky, its been sometime thanks to being in recovery from her wounds (which she still it, at least on a mental and emotional level).

Edited 2016-04-03 23:25 (UTC)

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.

(Canon through "Knock,Knock" when Nygma slams her out of the bullets path)

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Kristen found solace in making things tidy and everything in its proper place. So the skirted redhead was quite happily working on putting a pile of cookbooks away while sneaking glances to gain some ideas on something to fix later on.

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A pale redhead found herself tangled in what looked to be a pile of gun manuals. "Well things can't get much stranger." as she untangled herself and quickly realized not only was she banged up but her glasses were cracked. But she kept working to get the manuals put away and to keep anyone else from being hurt.

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.

It's been a while since he's wandered the halls and rows of shelves of the Library. The long resting period had been needed in order to recover, but it has also left him behind on greeting those that joined the other patrons. It seemed that during his time away, people had managed to make a home there... of this he was glad.

Moving closer to the makeshift 'range', he glances around to see if he can catch a glimpse of one of their patrons he's not yet met. "Ms. Queen?" He noticed that she seemed nervous, and he offers a slight nod of the head. "It has been many years since I held a bow. Perhaps you can refresh my memory?" Pausing he added softer. "Forgive me, we have not met yet... I am the Head Librarian." Bowing just a little, his accented tone followed cordially. "It is a pleasure to finally meet you."

"As the saying goes the skill never fades, it just needs practice which is something I am in need of." came the voice of a young woman in jeans and a red hoodie. The arrow went flying straight and true since she had only gotten off the shot as she spoke,"And its nice to finally meet you and I would be Ms.Queen but to most I'm just Thea."

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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Sara was a decent cook, having lived alone, then with Gil Grissom, and then alone again for many years. She'd found the kitchen within the first few days, and went through the process of disinfecting it to her specifications. Being a CSI had taught her that there were just things that didn't go away with just the basic cleaning.

Now, she had a list of things that she had to get from the local market in order to put together for a few dinners, and easily frozen meals that people could grab and reheat. If she was going to cook for herself, why not make enough for everyone? She grabbed a few bags and headed towards the market, she was going to need a lot of things.

(LATER, WHEE)

Sara had returned from her trip to the market, looking at a recipe on the tablet she'd managed to bring with her, chopping some of the vegetables she'd purchased at the market. She hadn't reduced the numbers, so she would have plenty of leftovers. She just didn't realize how much cooking this was going to involve.

There wasn't much need for him to actually eat. Not in the sense that his body required nutrients to survive but well, habits were hard to break. And unlike certain other undead pirates, Will could still taste and enjoy food and drink to it's fullest. Which was what he intended to do. At least as far as enjoyment went in...where ever it was he had been summoned to.

Fortunately for him there was someone already preparing a meal, so it was a small matter to follow the scents and sounds to their source. His eyes widened at the woman, not quite sure what to make of her. Then his eyes gazed around the kitchen and he simply stared.

Not what he had expected.

The Cat sauntered along a shelf, watching Nita's progress. Occasionally his tail brushed through the dust that had accumulated on the would, sending little clouds swirling in his wake. His eyes flattened when one of the books scuttled away from Nita. This could not continue.

"The books will not bite, but they are quick. And they must not be damaged in any way."

The Cat wasn't always able to keep up with what was going on in the Library. He was only one being and the space was vast. But he did notice that something had gone wrong. Leaping lightly to a nearby shelf, the Cat studied one of their newest patrons with concern. She seemed relatively unharmed except for her glasses. Normally he let the patrons fend for themselves if injuries were minor but a being's vision being altered because of the Library was not something he would. "My apologizes, Ms. Kringle. I can assist you with your glasses, if you like."

A talking cat? Well Kristen figured things could not get any stranger plus this one was rather proper which she respected. "That would be lovely, was not expecting to land here when last I remember I was in the GCPD squad room after being pushed out of the path of bullets." she attempted to explain what had happened. But in spite of her glasses she had gotten untangled and had gotten the manuals off the floor.

Barry was getting very good at catching random things. He grabbed the book just out of his reach and yelped when it wiggled in his hands. "Oh come on," he grumbled as he dropped it. Eddie his collie puppy barked happily as he gave chase after the escaping book. "Don't eat the books Eddie," Barry called as he reached for another book. "Remember they don't like being eaten."

Bruce was humming as he worked, his cat Thor winding her way around his ankles and purring. The spicy smell in the air comforted him and reminded him of more peaceful times. He hoped everyone would like the curry he was making, it has been a while since he'd cooked and he hated to think that he was getting rusty.

Having the Cat come up behind her almost tricked her into thinking one of the cats from Grand Central had come to visit - but the voice was different.

"Yeah, I know. I've dealt with moving books before, but they weren't nearly this skittish!"

It was a bit snappy of her to say, true, but she was working hard at the learning curve on this! It was the sort of off-handed comment she'd made when trying to get the koi off her back, back when she was just starting to really get into training her visionary talent.

"Gotta be calm dealing with these, I think..."

That was something she'd had to learn at home, too; even when they weren't books, sometimes things would run and hide from you if you didn't look perfectly nonthreatening - or felt that way.

Nita breathed, calming herself. Too much tension would ruin it.

There was soft humming noise as the Doctor moved forward his sonic screwdriver held out in front of him. He couldn't resist exploring the darker areas of the Library. He knew he shouldn't be doing it alone, but he wasn't someone who gave into fear very much and it was fun poking around where he shouldn't. Those footsteps behind him were just someone who'd followed him...right?

A familiar skull is sitting on one of the lower shelves humming softly to himself as he watched everyone one hurrying along. "I called the Witch Doctor and he told me what do to," he sang as his eye lights blinked. It was a strange choice of tune for a magical skull but hey Bob has never been one to shy away from anything.

Then came the voice of a young woman currently getting untangled from a pile of gun manuals,"On your left! Simply trying to get untangled." Kristen called, she did not want anyone else to end up hurt after all. But given Kristen's skirt and twin set she does look like something from the mid 50s visually speaking.

The Doctor stopped and looked to his left. "Hello," he said reaching into his pocket and pulling note card from his pocket. "I'm the Doctor I may sound rude but I'm actually just Scottish." He tucks the card back in his pocket with another fumble then he swung the sonic around to find his new friend.

"Kristen Kringle." came the voice of a young woman coming out of a pile of manuals. "Had been in the squad room of the Gotham City Police Department before somehow finding myself here." she explained.

The Doctor nodded. "Welcome to the Library," he said, "normally they drop people by the welcome desk with the talking skull on it but they must of missed the mark with you. I'd lead you back but I'm a bit lost myself at the moment."

"Never seen a kitchen before?" Sara asked, noticing the guy standing in the doorway, staring around the room. She shrugged before turning back to work on chopping things, wondering why he looked like a pirate who may have just taken a swim before showing up in a kitchen. In a library. Of all places.

Nita was slowly getting used to living in a library - she'd been like that when she was younger, but never this literally.

And right now, she was feeling a little hungry...

"Ah, hello?" she said politely, having found his location by following that delightful smell.

"What's your name? I'm Nita."

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6... because animals just seem to like him.. XD

2. Because Nita jumps to work when she's feels it's needed.

1. She's an archer after all

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

Kristen Kringle l Gotham

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3. (cooking and a market trip!)

disinfected you say? Have a pirate fresh from the sea 8D

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Chasing After Books

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Is this alright? ^^;

Exploring the dark places

Bob on a shelf

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Hello stranger. ;)