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

[whattheydefend]

[Her laugh lights up her face, and he takes a moment to appreciate the sight.]

Boromir is not so bookish as I! He is well-studied, but it is out of duty rather than inclination, and he takes little pleasure in it. His pursuits are more active.

[importuned]

Then I expect he simply has yet to find the proper books to fall in love with.

[Her attention stays thoughtfully lingering in the direction of the stacks as she takes another sip of tea.]

We ought to find you a copy of Beowulf to bring your lord brother.

I love this so.

[whattheydefend]

Beowulf?

[He does not recognize the title, though it had an auspicious sound to it.]

What manner of book is it?

I love Beowulf. I mean this.

[importuned]

[This is a far easier subject than herself. Admitting to some passing education, after all, is surely scads more appropriate than delving into her own personhood too deeply.]

Quite the saga, in truth. The story of a hero of the Geats, who comes to aid Hrothgar, king of the Danes. He saves first the Danemarch, and then his own kingdom in Geatland. Three proper battles against horrific monsters, ripping arms from bodies, brothers-in-arms rushing to one another's side in the face of peril-- [Her shoulders lift, grin still chipper.] Quite the adventurous tale for being such a dull thing as a poem.

I love both. Let's give him Gilgamesh too.

[whattheydefend]

[He laughs again, not least at the contrast between so decorous a lady happily discussing such a gruesome story.]

That does sound the sort of tale he would prefer! I would not mind reading it either. I've discovered a good deal of poetry since my arrival but nothing so...Eventful.

crosscanon book club?

[importuned]

A good number of our oldest poems are. [And it was impossible to pretend that the great war sagas weren't generally more interesting than lovers dying all over the place from heartbreak.] The Hlöðskviða, the Iliad, the Song of Roland--clever men remembering the lessons of battle with verse.

[Hopefully with the aim the battles not be repeated, Ophelia has always assumed.]

We probably want to have them wander off to get books and draw this to a close.

[whattheydefend]

Even if my brother never sees these, I would be most interested to read them. Would you show me where they are found? When we are finished, of course.

[Still a little bit of chai left, after all, and that should not be wasted.]