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

Eponine Thenardier | Les Miserables

[lutin]

[It's not the first time Eponine has seen books, obviously. Her mother had had books, cheap romances and the like, when times were better. Her father had had a big book in which he had scrawled the bills and takings of the inn. And Marius, of course, had books. But never had she seen so many, and such grand ones, all in one place.

Eponine wanders through the library, not really reading, but trailing her hands over the leather spines of the books. Part of her mind wonders whether they're valuable, worth stealing - how to steal them. Part of her wonders if she dares to slip one from the shelf to read herself.

It takes a while for her to settle enough to take one: it's a slim volume, bound in a pretty red leather. She traces the stamped gold lettering with her fingers, and slipping into a low chair close to a roaring fire, she begins to sound out the words.]

[knowntohisfriends]

'Ere, I reckon we could make good scratch wiv this lot.

[Having done a thorough inspection of one of the rows, the Dodger had taken to wandering around and looking at people. This girl happened to have been the first he saw that looked like the type of person he knew - salt of the earth sort. Yeah, right. Criminals, an' scum, and you knew where you stood with that.]

[lutin]

"Were you knocked on the head?" Eponine spits back. Her eyes dart around; she barely takes in the boy before her in her anxious checks to make sure he has not been overheard.

"Do you not use different words? Anyone might hear you!" She raises the book to her eyes, and speaks now in a furtive whisper. "And how should you take a whole room of books?"

[knowntohisfriends]

[Was he knocked on the head? Well... yes, frequently. Sikes' would cuff any of the lads round the head if he thought they were cheeking him and the Dodger had never been slow to run his mouth if it suited him. He doubts that's what she means though, and he rolls his eyes]

Don't be touched, ain't gonna take 'em all. Just a few. Good ones.