Welcome to the Library

[werepuppyblack]

Who: Open Post
What: Opening Post
Where: All over the library and its grounds
Warnings: [to be edited if necessary]



Today the Great Library opens its doors to all Patrons, who have come from many of the stories and books all available on the shelves.

For this first visit, Patrons will be restricted to the Library and its grounds.

Fortunate, then, that these are impressive indeed - large gardens set up for all sorts of activities, woods surrounding the area and in the Library itself? Cafes, internet access, and the best weapons in the universe: books.

Do enjoy your first visit to the Library, Patron, and always remember the rules.

The Rules of the Library
1. Patrons cannot read further ahead in their own stories than the time they have arrived from. Any attempt to do so will result in being met with blank pages.This lack of information will also occur if trying to find out spoilers online.

2. Patrons cannot tell other Patrons how their story ends. Any attempt to do so will find the Patron unable to find the words to explain it.

3. All books must be shelved correctly.

4. Do Not Harm the Books

5. Do not interfere with the nature of Narrative Causality

Comments

[ivegotmypride]

[In all honesty, bringing a dog into a bookstore was a bad idea. But Bullseye was well trained, and an incredibly good boy. Bill would hate it if Nancy left him out alone in the street to get hurt. Besides, it wasn't often she got to spend time on her own with the dog and she wanted him at her side.

If someone had a problem with it, they could talk to her about it. She wasn't expecting much trouble.

But trouble had a way of finding the young woman, as the dog attemped to jump up on a stranger minding his own business. Nancy pulls back hard on his leash, and scolds him with a harsh] Bullseye! down!

[The dog obeys, whining just slightly.] Sorry about that, sir- he's a good dog. Doesn't mean no harm.

[logomachist]

[Enjolras would hardly have thought himself an enticing target for canine attention. There's nothing particularly fun or thrilling, after all, about a person without food standing in deep concentration over a book.

Then again, dogs do have an uncanny ability to pick out dog-people in a crowd. Maybe it shouldn't be such a surprise to abruptly have white paws and violent attention visited upon him.

Mostly, of course, it's startling. The slim Hugo volume is nearly dropped, thumb just barely catching his place as Enjolras takes a half-step back. There's no need to fall into an actual fighting stance for a slight creature like this or an overactive canine. Better, really, to instead slowly move to take a knee, where the dog wouldn't be so inclined to jump at him again.]

Dogs so rarely do.

[ivegotmypride]

[Nancy half expects the man to scold her and the dog besides. But instead he takes a knee, and Nancy lets the leash go a bit more slack.]

He's got sharp teeth mind you, [All dogs did, and Bill liked to use Bullseye to threaten, but the boy was a sweet one.] HIs name's Bullseye. You can pet him, if you like.

[logomachist]

Most dogs have. [But that was hardly a reason not to offer an exuberant one his hand, palm up, for the snuffling signs of approval.] And more sense of right and wrong than half the men in power over them.

[Which meant, of course, that dogs largely deserved to be treated kindly and with ear-scratches.]

[ivegotmypride]

[The dog looks at Enjolras curiously before sniffing at his hand. It takes a few moments, but in no time he's wagging his tail, desperate for ear-scratches.

At his words, she laughs.] Do they now! and just who's sense of right or wrong, hmm?

[logomachist]

[Well, clearly time to give the pup a bit of fuss and attention. The book in one hand is set down lightly so both can be used to give proper skritches.]

They look out for their own, when left to their devices. They warn one another of cruelty.

[ivegotmypride]

He's the only dog I know, [Nancy admits. She didn't have many friends outside of Bill- Bet and Toby, sure enough but they were too tumultuous to bother with a dog. Bill had Bullseye, and before him, Domino.]

D'you have one, sir?

[logomachist]

No. [Which might be part of why he seems so perfectly contented to fuss over this one now.] There's no time to do it kindly.

[And a complex web of mental gymnastics to be gone through to feel remotely comfortable with the entire concept.]

[ivegotmypride]

Yeah? What's it you do, then? You look the posh type. [She looks him up and down, noticing how his clothing was quite nice. You noticed those sort of things when you grew up picking pockets.

And he was distracted enough with the dog she wondered if it would be hard to pick his.]

My Bill- he works the docks, mostly. [When he wasn't breaking into houses and occasionally murdering people.] That's how he gets the time.

[logomachist]

[It will only last a few moments longer. This, after all, is loitering already--almost too long in the pleasantness of fussing over a dog and speaking civilly with another human being.]

A student. [One last ruffle of the pup's ears, and Enjolras scoops up the book again, making his way back to his feet.] And you?

[ivegotmypride]

[Bullseye whines when Enjolras stops petting him. That was nice, he liked that Please pet again human.]

A student, eh? [She raises her eyebrows slightly, cocking a hip.] Not a student- as far from one as you can get. Ain't ever set foot in a proper school.

[logomachist]

[There's a brief, tuneless hum for the dog, something almost like a smile at the edge of his lips for a heartbeat.]

Is that the farthest thing from a student? Someone who hasn't been to school?

[There's a lovely literalism to that, admittedly.]

[ivegotmypride]

[She's ready to get offended.]

Well it ain't a teacher. [or was it?]

[logomachist]

[There's another quirk of his lips for that, book tucked for the moment under his arm.]

It's someone who refuses to learn, I think.

[ivegotmypride]

[She likes the way he smiles.]

Well that ain't me, then.

[logomachist]

[For better or worse, most people do.]

Not the farthest thing, then.

[Which, well, is why she's being handed the book he'd been reading.]

[ivegotmypride]

[Nancy looks down at the book, taking it into her free hand.]

What's this for, then?

[logomachist]

If you feel like learning something today. While the two of you walk.

[Maybe there are other works by Hugo to browse over, after all.]

[ivegotmypride]

Thank you.

[She moves to hand it back.] I can't pay for it.

[logomachist]

No need. [His chin juts up at the shelves absently.] You'll bring it back when you're done.

[ivegotmypride]

Don't you need to pay to do that?

[logomachist]

Only if you lose it.