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Z ([personal profile] werepuppyblack) wrote in [community profile] thegreatlibrary2018-05-07 11:02 am

Welcome to the Library

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
ofinfinitespace: (that would be scann'd)

hamlet | hamlet

[personal profile] ofinfinitespace 2018-09-07 09:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[ There are worse places to be.

(Really, he doesn't want to be anywhere. Knows every place carries its own hurt, the product of what he's seen, what he's done. Memory. He remembers so much and so jarring, what he's seen and what he's done. The wonder is he doesn't walk a trail of blood behind him. The wonder is he should seem so clean.)

Though vaguely curious about the books - in better days, he would have gone to them, would have begun an immediate perusal of their spines and contents, would have remained far beyond the fade of day's last light - the thought of being caged by walls and stacks oppresses him. It's thus that he makes his way to the grounds, heading away from the bright gardens and toward the more palatable outskirts of the forest.

It's better out here, if only a little bit. Out here, he feels as if he can breathe. He's wary, but then he can't name the last time he wasn't on-edge. And he's muttering to himself, a low cluttering of words as he walks, focus kept primarily on the grass before his feet. ]
whattheydefend: (~ ranger)

[personal profile] whattheydefend 2018-09-07 09:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[Faramir spends a lot of time wandering in the forest, because he doesn't understand it, and that is unprecedented. There are no animals save for a few birds, and it takes but two minutes for him to lose his way. There is no other side. Any trailsigns he leaves vanish or become confused, and all directions lead back to the Library. Even if he walks in a straight line--and he is certain he does--he comes back to where he began.

This is far from the first time he has tested it, and he does not in truth expect a different result, so he merely looks faintly bemused as he wanders out of the trees and sees the great building ahead.

The quiet litany of language, however--that catches his attention. Many people talk to themselves in the Library, but not usually so prolifically. Or with such tension in their bones, or such profound interest in the greenery underfoot.]


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Edited 2018-09-07 21:21 (UTC)