A LIBRARY LOG: The log I have owed for half a year.

[vianca]

Who: YOU.
What: ARE IN THE LIBRARY.
When: A log for the month of January.
Warnings: SHHHHHHHHH IT'S A LIBRARY.

You approach a building. It is covered in ivy, and does not seem all that impressive on the outside.

YOU ENTER.

The scent of books hits you palpably in the face.

By choice or not, you have crossed the threshold into the library. It is time to be quiet, or that ghostly pale, little red-eyed girl that stared at you as you entered will set you on fire. At least, that's what you believe she could probably do. Seems like it.

You quickly realize that this building has three and a half stories. All of them are full of books and strange little corners and cubbies and arm chairs that mysteriously seem to move every so often when the weird pale girl is not at the front desk.

You quickly realize that you are SO LOST.

Should you desire to learn of this strange buildings interior in GREAT DETAIL, you may do so here. However this probably won't help you become UNLOST. Neither will this CONVENIENT LIST OF BOOK CATEGORIES.

But don't panic!!! THE PALE GIRL WILL HELP YOU. OR PERHAPS THE STRANGE METAL BALL. Or is it a ginger. No one is ever really sure these days. But they are the librarian and library assisstant, respectively, and they will do what they can to either help you or get you EVEN MORE LOST. It depends on who you get. God rest your soul.

OTHER THINGS OF NOTE:
❀ Vianca, the librarian, sits upon a great many books stacked on her roller chair while she is at the front desk. You should ask her to do something just so you can see the spectacle that is climbing down. When she is not climbing up and down the books or taking care of things in the shelves, you can usually find her ere reading. This month she has started to plow through all things art and art history related, hooray.

✿ Wheatley, the assisstant, is currently having human issues and has created a nest of sweaters and blankets underneath the desk at Vianca's feet. You probably shouldn't ask to pet him. But why would you. When you can't hear him, he is probably... not there. Because otherwise you know he is there. Don't worry about finding him, he'll find you.

❀ The Library is for everyone.

✿ The Library's hours vary nowadays, but you can reliably find it open between 8-6 daily. Sometimes you can find it open as early as 6 am, and as late as 11.

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[Hello this is an OPEN LOG. It is here for whatever business you might have in the library in the month of January. You may leave open threads, or have closed threads that you have plans for. It is all good here~

- Please mark your threads OPEN or CLOSED. If OPEN, one or both library employees might drop in. If you'd like someone specific, just leave a note! If CLOSED, you may still request a library person should you need one. Just let us know!

- Prose and action threads are both readily accepted and encouraged ♥]

Comments

WHEATLEY IS HERE. FOR YOU.

[testgasm]

As previously described, the library assistant has caught a bad case of the humans. When he is not being a hobo and sleeping under the desk, he is trying to do his job to the best of his ability, which means a lot of dropping books and accidentally tripping all over himself.

DARE YOU ASK FOR ASSISTANCE?

((OOC: I will still be tagging into any threads outside of this one! Despite the fact that the library closes at night, this guy is basically living and sleeping in there, in the event some late nite shenanigans strike your fancy.))

[trustycrowbar]

Gordon liked to think he had a reasonable sense of direction. Hell, he navigated his way from one side of Black Mesa to the other AND through the bowels of the Combine Citadel. But the more he meanders through the annals of this library, the more it slowly dawns on him that his sense of direction isn't as preternatural as he'd thought. As a matter of fact, the way he's failing so profoundly at spacial orientation it's a wonder he didn't "navigate" his way right into an incinerator back then.

After steering towards the Science & Nature section and finding everything from poems written in Saturn-ese to essays about the Weed Wars in the Daisy Kingdom instead, the whole thing was starting to get frustrating.

[testgasm]

Gordon's frustration eventually attracts the attention of one (1) library assistant, who'd been stumbling around trying to shelve the latest batch of returned books. Miraculously, he seems to know where he's going, even if he's wearing at least three different flavors of plaid and his coordination appears shaky at best.

Wheatley is currently trying to re-organize the books on birds when he spots Gordon--though he's not necessarily an expert on human behavior, he recognizes lost when he sees it.

"Right, uh. Are you looking for something?"

[fluffyhearted]

Hey, who needed a sense of direction ever? Maisy never did when she came to the library to look around - probably because there wasn't much the Mareep could really do in the library but look for familiar faces or attempt to read a book that might come out if she tried hard enough.

... But hey, that was enough for Maisy. And since the spine of the books often had a lot of words to them and Maisy had been learning words, the reading center regularly got a visit from the creamy-wooly Pokemon. There were a lot of aisles and a lot of books, so the Mareep hadn't gotten quite bored yet of this little activity of hers.

And it happened on one of these days and on one of these visits, she happened to see before her a very very good friend! Gordon! The Mareep lit up when she saw him looking at the books, giving something of a hushed-but-not-really-because-she's-happy-to-see-Gooordon cry.

"Mareeeeep...!"

Open

[ivantheterrible]

Ivan had been exploring the campus the last few days, and after having his mind dulled into a stupor he decided to see if maybe he could find something to read, or a book full of photographs he could draw from.

Of course once he got inside he was almost instantly lost, and somehow wound up in the Humour section when he was aiming for the Art & Photography section.

He explored some of the books here thinking he could lighten his blue mood, but he found nothing to laugh about as he murmured the words under his breath in monotone.

"What's the best way to carve wood...whittle by whittle. ...What?"

"Why are all frog around here dead? ...Because they keep croaking... Ughh..."

[vianca]

Oh. Oh no. Were you lost, dear sir. You looked lost.

So lost that a small girl appeared beside the row of books he was standing amongst, peering around the shelf at him.

Staring.

ota, any time!

[obfuskate]

See Shadow.

See Shadow read.

Read, Shadow, read.

No, really, every single day, he's in there, at least during some off time. What was a better way to pass the time beyond reading a good book with a cup of tea (or even the occasional coffee)? There was no better way. Precisely.

Dare you bother this grumpy-frump while he's reading?

[maverickhunterx]

"Excuse me."

Hey, Shadow. Do you hear that noise? That sound that may send annoyance and irritation into your heart with the force of a high-speed sewing needle?

That was the sound of X standing nearby, looking down at you, with a cup of mint tea in one hand and thick computer book tucked under his arm.

"Is it okay if I sit next to you?"

ota, any time! part deux

[idealisms]

N is also here every single day! Er, no, maybe not, but he is here a lot of the time, studying diligently and sometimes reading science and arithmetic tomes. Yes, the latter two is for leisure. No, he does not have a proble.

Please, do bother him if you'd like. He won't be as crabby as a certain black hedgehog we all know and love (to hate, in some cases), promise!

[testgasm]

Creeping on on the library's regulars was so much easier when the only noises you made were pleasant little whirring sounds as you zipped along on your rail. Humans were, as a rule, much noisier, and Wheatley seemed to be twice as loud, simply by virtue of him tripping over himself all the time.

N seemed to look like he knew what he was doing, but Wheatley would not be a very good library assistant if he didn't assist, and checking up on library patrons was part of his job. Slowly, carefully, he inched over to where N was sitting and leaned in, coughing slightly.

"So, uh. Did you find everything all right?"

Any one of those days

[star_punched]

Someone is carrying a large absurd amount of books.

Ranging from nutrition to physics to...loads of stuff.

Why is Mac of all people doing this? Isn't it odd?

Well in any case, Mac took those books to a near desk. He noticed an N.

HEY N HEY.

[inspector_li]

She'd decided to pay a visit to the library because she hadn't had need before but felt it would look badly for an instructor to have never stepped foot within its walls. That was about an hour ago and now that she was ready to leave, she was finding that the many shelves looked much like the ones before.

As she walked through the rows of books, she found herself becoming steadily more frustrated. Perhaps this was karma's way of telling her she should've spent more time here and was now not letting her leave.

[vianca]

ONCE YOU ENTERED THE LIBRARY

YOU COULD NEVER LEAAAAVVVEEE

At least maybe if you never found anyone else in it. Luckily enough for Chun Li, she was not alone in this labyrinth of knowledge and print. As she walked along the rows of books, she could probably spot a little girl standing on one of the rolling ladders in one of them, returning books to the shelves from the cart of books beside her.

OPEN

[cottonhearted]

Another day that wasn't too windy -- that meant it should be safe enough to venture out without somebody to hold onto. Especially if she intended on coming back burdened down with a few heavy books! Finding the library wasn't so hard, but getting inside of it had been another story; Alorah had been forced to wait outside until someone much bigger and stronger had opened the door, at which point she could drift in undetected above their head.

Goodness, the size of this place was astounding! Alorah hardly knew where to start.

Well, okay, not entirely true -- she did have an idea where to start. One couldn't sign books out without a library card, right? So Alorah, wafting on a subtle hint of breeze, carried herself over to the librarian's desk, landing on top of one of the two computers present on top of it. Hopefully she wouldn't be interrupting anything or being bothersome; she'd never really had much chance to try this library thing out for herself, and she'd hate if her first experience turned out to be making a nuisance of herself.

[vianca]

The puff of a plant that had wafted into the library actually attracted more of Vianca's attention than whomever it had been that opened the door. It was not everyday that someone floated inside, after all. Vianca had watched it for a moment, thinking that it must be rather nice to be able to drift around like that.

Her attention returned to her book. The majority of her duties had been done already, as it was a very slow day that day, so her time was being spent as it usually was.

At least that was how it was going to go, before she noticed a bit of movement in her peripheral vision. The pikmin glanced up, turning her eyes towards the computers. Oh. It was the puffy creature. Vianca stared at it for a moment, and then she gave it a small nod.

Hello.

OPEN- sometime later at night oooweeeoooo

[itsjustrats]

Say, are you guys closing up for the night? Did you lock the door?

Then why did the sound of a door unlocking and creaking open just echo throughout the otherwise quiet library? And are those footsteps you hear?? Did a dark figure just pass by the window???

THE LIBRARY IS HAUNTED. Either that or some jerk thinks he's too good for regular hours of operation.

[testgasm]

Wheatley still hadn't quite gotten the hang of sleeping, and as such, found himself being woken at strange hours for seemingly no reason at all. It may have had something to do with the fact that since becoming human, he'd been sleeping on the floor.

The sound of the creaking door jerks him awake and he sits up entirely too quickly, banging his head on the underside of the desk.

"Ow!"

When the throbbing pain ebbed and he gained his bearings, he climbed out from underneath the counter and squinted into the darkness.

"Hello? Anyone--anyone there?"

Open!

[theletterp]

Doopliss was bored. This meant only one thing: pranking whoever he could find. He had his mind set on tormenting that weird blue metal ball thing again - freaking him out with Bowser a few months ago was a riot!

He had no idea that this blue metal ball somehow got transformed into a red headed guy, so here he was at a remote part of the library, a few thick books in hand. His original idea was to wait until the guy came rolling down the railings to knock him down, but when he realized that would take too long, he just decided to chuck some of the huge books directly at the railing instead. He wanted to see if he could knock them down! Or...at least bend it significantly.

He's too busy concentrating on vandalizing the ceiling, so he's completely free for scolding/talking/what have you.

[testgasm]

Wheatley might not have been a metal ball at the moment, but he certainly hoped to return to being one eventually. So when he caught sight of the rails being vandalized, it was enough to for him to have a conniption right there.

"Hey! Hey!"

Doopliss was suddenly greeted by the sight of a very angry redhead, storming towards him.

"What do you think you're doing? Some people use those, you know!"

Open!

[raw_angel_power]

Pit doesn't belong in the library by virtue of what a library is meant for. But he's there sometimes anyway, either getting lost or TRYING to study or finding a place to use his laptop or play games where he won't bug his roommate with how loud he laughs, screams or gasps at everything.

Oh wait. Libraries. Shhh. Well, at least he's considerate enough to cover his mouth and muffle the sounds he makes! Most of the time.

[vianca]

Most of. The time.

Except that time.

And maybe that other time.

Enough times for Vianca to come hovering near his table.

Open to All, any time!

[maverickhunterx]

When one had the ability to just download books into his hard drive via the wonderful world known as the Internet, a library was a strange, rare, and historical commodity. They were strange, mysterious things, which involved physical copies of things that could easily be converted to data with little space, things which involved turning pages rather than scrolling down a PDF.

But X found something soothing in being able to read physical copies of books. Maybe it was the repetitive movement of his fingers turning the pages, the sound of the pages turning itself, or the weight of the book in his hands. Perhaps by extension, being in libraries could count to this list.

How often did he go to this place? All the time. Usually with a thick tome wide open in front of him with some sort of cup of tea or coffee nearby, far away from the book so that it wouldn't get wet or damaged by sudden spills.

Ah, just another reading stint, with his mind on the book and with his mind completely absorbed in the material.

...With his internal MP3 player cranking out some good old fashioned Guns 'N' Roses, not that anyone but him could hear it.

[testgasm]

Wheatley, on the other hand, found the library increasingly frustrating without the databases and search engines he'd become accustomed to. Re-shelving books was almost impossible when the library programming wasn't telling him what to do.

Carrying books (lots of books) was another matter entirely.

So he was, perhaps, a little more haphazard than he would have been ordinarily, as demonstrated by the way he accidentally dropped a giant pile of books with no regard for the "QUIET PLEASE" sign.

BELATEDLY OPEN...

[paletteknife]

Books! Mary loved books! Back in the gallery, they had been her biggest source of entertainment and information about the outside world. She'd learned about so many things from them, like families and snow and circuses and all the fun things she finally had the opportunity to do! Even though she no longer needed them to fuel her daydreams, she loved to go into the library and look at all the pretty pictures. Books for children were a lot more bright and colourful than boring old grown-up books, but sometimes she liked to take a look around and see what were in the other sections anyway.

The books on art in particular had a lot of nice pictures, too. Today she decided to swing by in that direction.

[fluffyhearted]

Being nosy was so much fun! This Mareep didn't know much of anything about art, but she did know about walking down aisles and reading the spine of books. It's what she generally did, only taking out the books sometimes since she could never really put the things back. It was tough!

She saw Mary there when she came down the art aisle, and though she didn't know the young human, Maisy wondered what she might be there to look at! Well, she could maybe get a clue on that without even asking - she could see what the books said on the spines in this aisle, that usually helped. Hmmmm, what did thiis saaaay? V-A-N G-O....

So yes there's now a sheep there too.

[bedroomblackbelt]

Rick too had a bad cause of the humans and it was all Wheatley's fault. Unlike Wheatley though, Rick hadn't been making any effort to keep with his previous itinerary of trying to teach ADVENTURE 101, rather spending most his days getting acquainted with the many nuances of finally having a waist.

A waist that was, indeed, sporting a belt. Not a black belt but a belt-belt. Rick was pretty proud of himself for figuring it out, and with a lot of effort, the rest of the ensemble started to come together; awesome adventurer hat of adventuring and cowboy boots with FOR REAL spurs courtesy of Chilli (Rick thoroughly enjoyed listening to the sound of himself walking, and thoroughly did not enough the pain of poking himself in the butt whenever his legs and feet malfunctioned. The shirt was still rife with mismatched buttons but who cared about appearances anyway--Rick came here to this place of books and boringness and nerdom on a mission.

Operation Wedgie Revengeance was go. Wheatley finally had a butt. And some underwear (or so he hoped). And he was gonna' pull that underwear right up his butt.

Rick busted into the library, boots clinking ominously as he prowled up and down for a certain ginger.

it's on

[testgasm]

Since managing to get them both turned into squishy pink animals, Wheatley had spent a great deal of his time trying to figure out how to reverse the process. In theory, it was very simple--end the program they'd downloaded, but without his internal displays or even a way to access his protocols, he couldn't even find the program, let alone stop it.

And despite the fact that the library had a plethora of books on this strange "ginjinka" thing and a lot to say on the subject of being newly human, Wheatley hadn't been able to find anything as far as turning back went. Maybe if he were a Pokemon...

He hadn't learned yet that the clink of boots meant an approaching Adventure Core, and he was more than content to seek out the sound to make sure it wasn't a lost student who needed help finding the potato books (his second favorites, after the bird books).

Rick would soon be faced with the sight of a certain ginger in (to contrast the cowboy get up) a white collared shirt and blue argyle sweater. It was very professional. The fact that Rick might be out for blood didn't even cross his mind.

"Rick! Rick, hey, you should come over here and see what I've--what I've found, think I'm making some progress, as far as--as far as getting this fixed is concerned."

OTA, any time at all

[twotailedgenius]

If there was one thing Tails liked to do when taking a break from doing copious amounts of schoolwork and mechanics work, it was to read. There was really no better way to relax! Of course, he sometimes read his schoolbooks in the library as well, since it was a relatively quiet place. Luckily for him, getting lost didn't mean a whole lot other than to necessitate him flying to have quicker access to the other floors or the exit.

It's definitely not hard to find him, being a bright yellow fox sitting in one of the chairs... and he is definitely botherable.

[fluffyhearted]

Maisy loved to come to the library for a few things. She liked to see who was there, if for the day she popped up there was anyone that she recognised. She didn't always know when she might see a familiar face again!

But she also loved it for all the books. She couldn't read them all - she was learning to read, but it was still a very long work in progress. A lot of the books were big and had tough subjects, but there were some simple ones too! She had found them, slim and colourful and in big print, and she had been sneakily trying to get into reading them now and then when she could. It was a little tough - Mareeps didn't have hands, after all.

So when she took a book, it was carefully in her mouth, against her lips so not to get it wet! And on one of those days when Tail had been taking a break to read in a library, a little Mareep saw him, with some awe at the sight of him, and decided that she should go and sit with him and join him! Maybe he was a Pokemon too!

The little Mareep didn't say anything to him at first. She troddled on up to a chair beside him, looked up at him, and then began to move that chair away from the table with her head!

[closed] Shadow the Huffgrogs and Maisy the Moereep

[fluffyhearted]

This sure is a normal afternoon at the library. Nothing strange or odd on this day, noooope, just a lovely ol' time for one Grumpdogs to come to the library to read. And look, over there! A free table with no one there for a guy to get potentially bugged by. You know how it goes, don't you gruggy lumps? Sure you do.

So go on, go and sit your butt down in one of those chairs. Go. Do it. Certainly there isn't a little small Mareep already planted on the one you will choose. No siree, shoo away such possibilities. They do not exist.

HUFFGROGS

[obfuskate]

Oh, of course not. In fact, given his human form is much taller, Shadow has no idea what lurks beyond the confines of that desk and chair. He expects total normalcy upon sitting down, and in fact, planting himself upon a massive blob of fluff reduces any and all chances for him to immediately discover that something is wrong.

Plop.

There is now a Grumpdog sitting on a Mareep. What do?

Open, all of January because I'm so late

[travelingdarkness]

As the Ancient Literature TA, Blake had become a frequent visitor to the library - though his hours were either the very earliest hours of the morning, or after sunset until minutes before closing. He took a different seat every day, always taking care to sit where his view of others would be unobstructed. Despite this, however, he rarely spoke without being prompted, and generally made himself as unobtrusive as possible.

Textbooks, poetry anthologies and handbound notes accompanied him in his duties, and he kept them - as well as the papers he graded - immaculately organized. And when the Mightyena wasn't' busy doing Kyogre's professorly duties for him, he would often be sitting with a book for himself, submerged in the worlds it offered.

how do unobtrusive people approach unobtrusive people

[vianca]

There were probably times, multiple times, that Blake would notice that he was not the only one observing, and he was not doing so unobserved. There was no shortage of observations going on here from either party.

But really. What did you expect? All of the places that Blake had chosen to sit in from day to day were all of the places that Vianca held dear to her heart for all the same reasons.

One day, something that could be considered peculiar happened. While Blake sat with his books, an armchair moved. It approached. It stopped, parked somewhere relatively close to his. The tiny, pale librarian climbed into her chair, sparing him a glance before she settled with her book.

What a familiar looking copy of Edgar Allen Poe.

[hello vianca / closed / now who's late]

[iaiai]

[backdated to 1/16, golly.]

It had taken a while for all of the feeling to return to the young girl's body. But rest assured, as soon as her little legs could carry her somewhere, she headed for the library as quickly as she could.

Earlier that afternoon, Ai had visited with Seth and Mary. Ai was fairly certain Seth was going to want to speak with her about the lollipops at some point, and although she had been somewhat anxious about it, she was sure Seth would be understanding. The lollipops were making people sick- Rhys had said so- and surely he wouldn't want Ai to sell them anymore. Evidently, Seth had an entirely different idea regarding the situation.

The bud Ai had just begun to grow had been stripped bare. The sap that Mary had drawn by plucking the petals had dried over, but a dull throbbing pain remained at the base of what should have been the Pikmin's bud. Ai was unsure how much time she had left after having the bud removed. She was fairly sure she'd suffocate if she were to resume her natural form, but perhaps Vianca knew better.

Regardless of what Vianca could do for her, the white Pikmin was the only person Ai wanted to see after seeing Seth and Mary. Tears still in her eyes, Ai entered the library fairly quietly. She made a beeline for the front desk, hoping her sister would be there.

[its me. I am.]

[vianca]

Luckily for Ai, now was one of the times where Vianca was at her desk, going over a few lists. She had glanced up at the sound of the main doors, as she usually did, and was not entirely surprised to see Ai.

At first her thoughts were pleased ones, as there was never a time that she did not enjoy her sister's company. They were not to last. The worry set in quickly as she noticed her sister's tears, and Vianca was already scrambling off her tower of books to meet her.

It did not take her long to realize what was missing. All too quickly the memories of her own missing petals came rushing back and for a moment the smaller Pikmin felt that she would be quite ill. She pushed the feeling back, thankful for once that her expression would not be one to scare Ai.

Wasting no time with questions, she took Ai's hand and led her to the office behind the desk, away from any library patrons' eyes.