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

[wolfymcwolf]

[Remus is a bit startled by the title, to be honest, but he takes it in stride. He nods, smiling politely.] I'm just fine, thank you. How are you?

[He gestures to the empty portion of the bench next to him. Company would be a welcome distraction.] Would you care to sit?

[importuned]

As well as can be expected, thank you.

[Not as well as some of the others, but that was hardly such a surprise. It didn't matter, in the end, if a person took a few extra steps to catch up, so long as they made it.

Her lips do press together lightly as she gathers her skirts to sit lightly, smoothing the fabric down again with exaggerated care.] Better than I suppose I ought to be. Is-- that terrible?

[wolfymcwolf]

[Remus makes enough room for her to sit comfortably and with a respectful distance between them. She seems very-- courtly, for want of a better word, and he doesn't want to offend.] No, I don't think so. I find that to be a mark of strength, personally. [He often finds himself in the same position.]

My name is Remus Lupin. May I ask yours?

[importuned]

[It is, all things considered, a relief to be given a properly modest amount of room. It is, much more than that, a visible relief in her shoulders to be reassured.

Things always felt a little more bearable when they weren't unique, perhaps.]

Ophelia of Elsinore. [She's not so terribly highborn as her usual companions, but she offers her hand all the same, palm down and fingers slightly bent. If the demureness and garb hadn't been a sign of antiquity, the expectation of being greeted by a kiss on the hand likely is.] Well met.

[wolfymcwolf]

Pleased to meet you, as well. [Well. That explains the dress and demeanor. Remus tries not to let on that he recognizes the name, and he feels a little silly kissing her hand, but he does it anyway.

This is so bizarre. He wonders what scene she's just come from. It's been a while since he read Hamlet, but he remembers how it goes. Even if he could tell her, what would he even say? Anything he can think of seems cruel or insufficient somehow. So, he opts for silence on the matter.]

Is the library at least a welcome break from where you've come from?

[importuned]

[That sags her smile again, although it doesn't bring any tension back into her shoulders. The troubles of Denmark were hardly such a private thing, at the moment.]

It is. It feels a dreadful thing to say, but... it is quite nice to be alone.

[From the lingering crowds of both the funeral and the wedding. From the insistent press of her father and the Dane. From the odd sensation that Hamlet had returned and not returned all at once.]

And with you?

[wolfymcwolf]

[Remus has come from fighting a horrible war, a war that those seeking to protect the innocent and the victimized are losing. It's not somewhere anyone should be eager to return to, and yet...

He gives a small sigh, smiling wearily.] It would be, but I worry about the state I've left things in, to be honest.

[importuned]

[There's something of a soldier in that sigh. He isn't quite as tall or ferocious in the corners of his eyes as Marcellus, Barnardo, or Francisco, but the exhaustion in that smile evokes something of them all the same.

Her fingers smooth absently over the fabric of her skirt.]

Will a rest not make your return easier?

[wolfymcwolf]

I suppose it would. [He shrugs. It still doesn't exactly sit right, trying to relax and enjoy himself here with how things are at home. Even with the suspicion that, once he returns, everything will be exactly as he left it.]

Do you think you'll stay long? It's a lovely place.

[importuned]

That it is.

[And it would be lovely to simply wander these gardens instead of returning to Denmark. It would be a comfort to steal more time with this bright sunshine and these unfamiliar faces.

It pulls a soft sigh to her lips.] But it would be selfish, I think.