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Entry tags:
- person of interest: harold finch,
- person of interest: john reese,
- person of interest: sameen shaw,
- the walking dead: brandon carver,
- ✘ arcane: caitlyn kiramman,
- ✘ baldurs gate: shadowheart,
- ✘ blade of the immortal: asano rin,
- ✘ detroit become human: hank anderson,
- ✘ dimension 20: gorgug thistlespring,
- ✘ have you seen my brother: chu wenshan,
- ✘ ice age: manny,
- ✘ magic knight rayearth: hikaru shidou,
- ✘ silent hill 3: vincent smith
December Library Catch-All [ OPEN ]
WHO: John, Harold, and anyone who might find themselves at the Library
WHEN: December
WHERE: The Library!
WHAT: The Library is here and open to all! Come borrow books, find a comfy chair to relax in, or snoop around.
NOTES\WARNINGS: Will be added as they come up
The Library is a five-story neoclassical building of terra cotta, brick, and stone. And the inside is, in fact, a library! And rather clean and organized too. There's no dust, no muddy footprints (apart from your own), and all the shelves are organized by Dewey Decimal, subject, and author. All literature is something you might find in a 2010 New York City library: various forms of fiction, children's and teens' sections, history, science, cooking, gardening, the list goes on. There's even small sections of audiobooks on compact disks and of DVDs ranging from old classics to history shows. The first floor has a reading/study room, a comfortable space with deep armchairs and tables with chairs; the fifth floor has some smaller tables clustered under a skylight. Part of the second floor is abruptly closed off by a door with a biometric scanner that denies entry to anyone who isn't John Reese or Harold Finch; the walls surrounding this section are soundproofed, so even a keen listener won't hear anything from inside. Otherwise, it's a perfectly normal library!
WHEN: December
WHERE: The Library!
WHAT: The Library is here and open to all! Come borrow books, find a comfy chair to relax in, or snoop around.
NOTES\WARNINGS: Will be added as they come up
The Library is a five-story neoclassical building of terra cotta, brick, and stone. And the inside is, in fact, a library! And rather clean and organized too. There's no dust, no muddy footprints (apart from your own), and all the shelves are organized by Dewey Decimal, subject, and author. All literature is something you might find in a 2010 New York City library: various forms of fiction, children's and teens' sections, history, science, cooking, gardening, the list goes on. There's even small sections of audiobooks on compact disks and of DVDs ranging from old classics to history shows. The first floor has a reading/study room, a comfortable space with deep armchairs and tables with chairs; the fifth floor has some smaller tables clustered under a skylight. Part of the second floor is abruptly closed off by a door with a biometric scanner that denies entry to anyone who isn't John Reese or Harold Finch; the walls surrounding this section are soundproofed, so even a keen listener won't hear anything from inside. Otherwise, it's a perfectly normal library!
vincent smith | silent hill 3 | ota
[ Wandering the aisles, he surprisingly doesn't go to the religion section. He won't find any of the books that he's looking for, anyway; he instead heads down to check on the finance books.
Pulling a book free, he flips to a random page to read it over. Abruptly closing the book, he tosses it down on the floor and heads to another section. Vincent just has a petty coiling in his heart; he doesn't think anyone would come down to check on these books so messes the sections up as he pleases. ]
second floor;
Huh. [ Cocking his head to the side, he stares at the door denying him entry. A laugh is breathed through his nose. ] What?
[ Twisting his head to look over his shoulder, he calls: ] What is this? [ He wants others to join him in the confusion as he presses his ear against the door. There isn't any sound inside - odd. What's going on in there?
He crosses his arms and looks around the door, wondering if he should try to get in. ]
wildcard;
[ Shrug! Can always PM or DM me @ marvelouscheers ]
looking for a certain book;
You were just about to pick that up, I'm sure.
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— looking for a certain book
there was one book in particular she was looking for, but as she continued on in her journey to find harold and greet him along with searching for that book, something caught her attention.
of course it was vincent. throwing books like a child, and immediately she ran to his side to grab his arm. )
Hey! Don't make a mess here, my friend won't like it.
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second floor
it was curious but she moves up behind him and smiles.]
Looks like a door saying don't come in here.
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looking for a book
Basically what I'm saying is that if Vincent turns around he might find a familiar face carrying all the books he's dropped and bending down to pick up the next, like a wild animal eating up your breadcrumb trail.]
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second floor; i'm finally here
He's not had the misfortune(?) of finding the locked door yet, though it was only a matter of time; Vincent's recognizable frame just ahead makes James halt in his step, but then continue on a moment later, brow furrowed. He's been meaning to talk to the man, and while he didn't mean for it to be specifically in the library, isn't now as good as anything?
He draws near enough, questioning-]
Maybe it's locked for a reason?
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;KASFKA THAT GAG TAG
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heather mason — silent hill 3 — ota
— second floor
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teen section
She's never read a fictional romance story aimed at teenagers, but she's passing through – arms full with titles like The Greatest Stories of the Old West Ever Told: True Legends of Gunslingers and Outlaws and Gods of Sun and Sand: A Treasury of Egyptian Mythology – when she hears someone speak.]
I-- [She's rich. Her family is rich enough that, were trading bodies something rich people really did, she would know about it. And she's never heard of such a thing.] Is that something people do? In other worlds?
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teen selection
it's a pleasant surprise to see Heather and Maria takes in the scene for a moment, seeing her relax and with all these books. when she hears Heather talk to herself, she laughs.]
If you got sick, though, wouldn't you want a new body?
[she knows the answer others would give.]
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[ He's behind her, actually, coming up between the stacks and dressed in overcoat, hat and scarf. Bear trots along beside him, a light dusting of snow across them both making it obvious they've just come in from outside.
He realizes John would really give him more than dour looks about him telling Heather they live here if he let her inside, so although it's rude of him, he doesn't invite her in. Instead he stands off to the side and starts putting down his things -- bag, brimmed hat, scarf -- on a study table not far outside their door. Bear sits politely and waits.
Harold does have a slight smile, however. He appreciates seeing her. ]
I see you found your way here.
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teen section
the distance required to remain one precludes understanding, undoubtedly.
but whatever he may be thinking about, he can't help but overhear heather. perhaps that's why he replies like she's addressed him even though it should be obvious that she hasn't. ]
Never?
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John Reese | Person of Interest | OTA
[ The armchairs in the reading room are nice. They're deep and you kind of sink into them a bit. John spends a lot of time reading here because of them, and because of the room's proximity to the entrance; he can easily hear anyone coming and going. Usually he reads some sort of science-leaning non-ficiton, but today he's reading The Two Towers, because it was on his mind after talking about it with Krouse. He has to admit, it's pretty good.
Anyone entering the reading room gets a glance, but unless he knows them personally or they try to make conversation, John is going right back to his book. ]
< Anywhere Inside >
[ John isn't in his suit for once. Right now he's in jeans and a long sleeve shirt, which is because he's cleaning! Maybe you catch him dusting the shelves (there are so many shelves and they are already rather clean), mopping the floor in the section you wanted to be in, or changing a burned out lightbulb at the top of a ladder. Whatever the case, John has made it his job to keep the Library in top shape, even if it's not exactly getting many visitors these days. ]
< Outside >
[ Back in his suit and sporting a long black wool coat, John is playing with their dog Bear outside. They're playing a rather enthusiastic game of fetch where John sends the ball flying into the distance while Bear races after it, kicking up snow. Sometimes Bear drops the ball obediently when he brings it back, but sometimes he makes John work for it, jumping around excitedly. Either way, John is clearly having a good time. But at anyone's approach both man and dog come to attention and stop their game, watching cautiously. ]
< Closed to Accelerator >
[ John is very much aware of people who come and go in the Library when he's around. So when he hears Accelerator's crutch on the floor in the main hallway he knows exactly who this is. He lets Accelerator move through the library, silently following behind. Eventually Accelerator seems to focus in on a section and John makes his move, silently stepping out from behind the shelf he was hiding behind. ]
Find what you're looking for?
< Wildcard >
[[ ooc: feel free to DM me here or message me @ biowafers on discord or plurk! ]]
outside
Another question: Do all human men look the same?
There's a library, so is the word on the street, and that's what Gorgug wanted to come and check out: their wares. If this is actually the sort of library that has all its books, since buildings not being complete on the inside is a thing. And Gorgug, he's about books these days, especially if he can get anything involving engineering, computer software, and all sorts of fun things.
But Gorgug stops upon seeing the playing two, very noticeably, considering the individuals involved. He wouldn't normally do so, except he-- he knows that dog, right? It's the dog that was called a bear that then got called a bear dog, or so Gorgug thinks, because... that's not Finch?
Or so Gorgug takes note of next. That's an older man, but that's not, like, the same guy. He's pretty sure. He's even tilting his head and trying to see--
Reese, you don't mind a noticeable half-orc teen staring at you while you play your game, right? Dressed himself in a hoodie jacket that...none of this is any different from when they last met, except he's not got his blades on. But he's not trying to be rude!! He's trying to identify if that's the same Bear Dog he met the other day...! ]
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Etraya has a bookstore, but the appearance of the library is still a nice addition. He didn't go to many of the libraries back in Academy City, not having been allowed for school as part of his 'special class' and not needing them when he could easily afford his usual reading material at the closest convenience store. On top of that he's never been to a New York library, which he can only imagine is some old, ornate beast.
Also a fun fact: Academy City is only about fifty years old and constantly rebuilding itself, so even though the United States isn't very old as a country, a library from New York is still, in his eyes, very old.
It's cool. The architecture is cool, not seeing some super advanced state-of-the-art high density library system is cool. He even makes a point of looking through the card catalogue, despite not really needing to despite knowing DDC and LCC.
Eventually, after a bit of wandering, he makes his way over to nonfiction, 005:Computer programming, programs, and data. His second stop is going to be 364 Criminology, but he figures the books there won't be quite as relevant. He's reading the book titles along their spines when a voice suddenly speaks up, making him start and glance over.]
Fuck!
[God, does this guy just materialize out of nowhere like some teleportation esper? Rude. Accelerator scowls, quickly calming down from being jumpscared so he can answer his question.]
I think so, yeah. [Actually, the reason he's in this section of the library is because of John and Harold, so he figures he can explain that.] Hey, is Finch hoarding any books on phreaking? Apparently he did it when he was younger. I didn't even fucking know people bothered hacking phones, let alone have a stupid name for it.
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But her presence does it anyway, and she steps closer.]
I didn't know you had a dog. What's his name?
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Alongside her trots Scratch, the big white dog enthusiastically nosing at the snow and barking at the drifts he kicks up. When he catches sight of another dog – and one with a ball, no less – he immediately takes off running, trying to get in on the game of fetch.]
I hope you don't mind. I think he misses having other animals to play with.
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Cassandra de Rolo | Critical Role | OTA
(Cassandra finds herself missing it more and more; music, art. And wondering if maybe… just maybe… she can find it again, here. In this world.)
She’d, of course, clocked the locked door on the second floor and its high-tech lock, and it’s piqued her curiosity. She files it away in the back of her mind for further contemplation, though. She’s curious, yes, but there are five stories of books that are far more attention-grabbing at the moment. Considering that they’re books from a world different than her own.
It’s wonderful.
To Choose a Book.
Her first walkthrough, moving silently despite herself, had been to get the lay of the land, as it were, making note of doors and exits and spots that would make for a good hiding place. Places that would be defensible. Better to know. Just in case. After, once she was sure she had the layout set in her head, it had taken her no time to start carefully wending her way through the bookshelves, studying the spines thoughtfully; she’s unfamiliar with the Dewey Decimal system but it doesn’t take her long to figure it out.
It's history, and historical fiction, and fantasy, and science fiction that draw her the most, trailing her fingers over the spines and pulling any that sound interesting to her off the shelves. She rises up on tiptoe to look at the upper shelves, and occasionally will struggle to get a book down from them.
Slowly, her stack of books grows.
Bookworm.
It takes her… she doesn’t know how long, but after, once she’s scoured all the shelves on all the floors and chosen quite the armload of books, Cassandra hauls them up to the fifth floor. Where she curls up in a nice armchair and she begins to read. It’s… she almost feels safe, there. (She’s still armed; one of the first things she’d done upon arriving here had been to get her hands on some knives. But she feels like, for a few moments, anyway, she might not need them.) Out of the way, with her books. In the quiet.
Gods, she’s missed this. The safety. The quiet. The books. Tucking a loose, white-streaked dark curl behind her ear, she sits and she just… reads. Devouring book, after book, after book. And, for a change, almost relaxes. Her guard isn't quite down, but it's down more that it is nearly anywhere else in this place.
Wildcard.
[Choose your own adventure! Or message me here or
Choose a book!
But he eventually catches on that she's starting to accumulate quite a lot of books, so he leaves and helpfully returns pushing a creaky metal library cart. He pauses with it at the end of the aisle she's currently browsing, far enough away so as not to startle her.
"Would you like a cart, miss?" he asks politely.
Harold cuts a proper figure in waistcoat and shirt-sleeves, his concession to this being his actual home that he's left his suit jacket in his residence. Otherwise he looks very well like he could be the librarian.
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Bookworm
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to choose a book
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It’s become habit for Carver to range wide and scout the city whenever he has a free moment—and, given his tendency toward insomnia, that means he ranges wide. Back home, that would have involved cleaning empty, broken houses. Scavenging for scraps. Here, there’s a library. The books smell like dust but not rot. No glass crunches underfoot.
First, he walks through the stacks, suspicious and tense. Later, he wanders back to the classics section. A keen observer might note he’s pausing and reading the spines with care. Looking for a certain book. And, if he notices someone else lingering:
“What.”
Should anyone approach him from behind, or around a corner, or quicker than he cares for, Carver will draw a hooked hunting knife. A smooth, reflexive action. No hesitation. He’s dressed in a ratty black uniform, sap gloves on his hands. He has a certain tendency to stare.
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[ Feel free to choose your own adventure! Hit me up at
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So when Carver has the knife drawn, her eyes grow wide and there's genuine fear there as she puts her hands up. Before when they had spoken, she had been mischievous. Not so much here. She's shaking and there's real tears in her eyes because she's been killed before, more than enough times, but being killed like this again isn't something she wants.
Swallowing past her fear, she finally says, "I'm...I'm just browsing. That's all. Put that away?"
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Jason Todd | Batman: Wayne Family Adventures | OTA
He can found in either the sci-fi or Asian fiction sections.
For sci-fi, he's already holding copies of The Left Hand of Darkness and Parable of the Sower. He's also hovering around the shelves full of solarpunk novels.
For Asian fiction, he pulls out a copy of Legend of the Galactic Heroes and is contemplating what else to pick. He knows his familiarity with non-western literature could use some more work.
In any case, it seems Jason's got eclectic tastes.
Wildcard:
((OOC: Got something else in mind with Jason? Go for it! My contact info is in Jason's profile page and I am in the game's Discord server))
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So he's in there wandering when he comes upon Jason, noticing the book in his hand. It's the one he had recommended a little while ago, and he's surprised to see Jason listened to him. "You're actually gonna read it?"
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riz gukgak | ota!!
[ The first thing Riz sets to find in the library are texts that can be of any actual use to him. What you may find him gathering are an assortment of different books, all about the ins and outs of emergency first-aid and general survivalist guides, filled with everything from ways to survive an icy blackout to the unlikely eventuality of sinking in some quicksand. The pile of books in his arms keep piling up and up and up until he eventually collapses at a table with a stack of them and spreads them out in front of him, accompanied by a notebook for him to scribble notes in.
Ignore the bit of ink smeared on his lip. He's been gnawing on his pen. If you approach him, he'll glance up and say, completely out of nowhere: ] Did you know that more professionals die mountaineering than amateurs?
[ That's it. That's all you're getting out of him for that cheery greeting. He's immediately distracted by his book again. ]
ii. voracious reader.
[ Later, he goes back for more reading that isn't necessarily important on the basis of survival. You can catch him with a tower of books, filled with an assortment of specialties, though they're predominantly non-fiction save for a certain predilection towards detective novels and science-fiction. He seems as pleased as a pig in muck combing through all of the aisles until he pauses at a book entitled: THE PRINCESS AND THE GOBLIN, with a rather unflattering depiction on the cover. ]
...is this what everyone meant when they said we're fictional in their world? [ He mutters, turning it over to read the description. ] When a peaceful kingdom is menaced by an army of monstrous goblins, a brave and beautiful princess joins forces with a resourceful peasant boy to rescue the noble king and all his people... oh, brother.
iii. catnap.
[ Typically speaking, Riz isn't one to fall asleep in public spaces. He's not one to fall asleep at all, frankly, but something about this place lends itself to it, between his own sleepless nights, the excessively comfortable armchair, and the book having fallen forgotten on the armrest he's currently curled into. Riz looks smaller (even smaller, if that's possible) and younger asleep, the perpetual line between his brows slackened in sleep, mouth slightly ajar with breathy snores, face pressed straight into a button that's almost certainly going to leave a mark.
He looks a little chilly, with his dress shirt sleeves rolled up to the elbows and his necktie hanging loose around his neck, jacket having been long-since discarded. You can offer him a blanket, or shake him awake so he can get some sleep in an actual bed, or hell, you can scare him awake if you want to! It could be funny, at least in the few seconds between wakefulness and you getting your hand bit. Pick your poison! ]
iii. catnap.
He and Harold have discussed their displeasure about the number of children apparently here. It seems unimaginable to them to put that sort of weight on their shoulders, to put them in such dangerous situation. It doesn't matter that Riz is training to become an adventurer, he shouldn't be in this position.
John does leave, but only to fetch a fleece blanket from their emergency supplies. He returns, equally as silent, and gently lays the blanket on the kid. When he doesn't stir, John takes up a spot in an armchair that's close to the door, a spot that's easy for him to intercept anyone approaching. Then he opens his book (The Science of Structures and Materials) and settles in to read. ]
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voracious reader
so sorry for the long wait, holidays ate me alive!
no worries!
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Harold Finch | Person of Interest | OTA
Gifts
He's heading into the library when he runs into Harold, pausing and blinking for a moment at that question. "Fuck no, I don't bother with holidays."
He's secular, so religious holidays are out of the question. Outside of that and for a variety of other reasons, he's never celebrated typical cultural days one would expect to see in either Academy City (such as the founding day or the Daihaseisai) or in Japan in general (such as new years).
He looks a little annoyed as he continues, his eyes traveling to the nondescript wrapped things sitting on the counter. That isn't a good sign. "........... Why?"
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cn: mentions of alcoholism
not at all too late, Smitty <3
tinkering
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cw: implied animal death
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gifts! sry this took me a hot second
absolutely no problem at all!!
coming and going
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castiel, spn, ota
[ castiel has a particular way of moving about the library. instead of walking the floors and the stares, he makes a circuit of each section before simply teleporting to the next. it's pure habit. it's not like he would get tired, but it's faster, and the pragmatic choice is what comes naturally. of course he wouldn't linger to enjoy himself. it would never occur to him. this is a mission. self-assigned and self-defined, but a mission none-the-less.
if there's no one to give him orders, he'll give them to himself.
as he moves quickly through the the building, one might not immediately run into him. he only slows once he reaches the religion section — he takes a little more time as he combs through several different holy books. he taps his fingertip against a sturdy spine as the scent of paper fills his nose. ]
There's always something lost in translation.
[ still holding the book open in his hand, he seems to have a sudden realization as his eyes move over all the upright spines on the shelves— ]
The Winchester Gospel isn't here.
[ it was written and sold as a fantasy story. maybe it's still in that section? ]
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Supposedly, things are different here. Carver doesn’t believe it. He scouts regardless, marking the different sections and titles on the spines; maybe he’ll steal one later, just for himself. He’s about to move on when a man speaks. And— ]
The what now? [ he asks slowly. ]
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Shelley Lang | oc | ota
[Shelley didn't know what he was thinking.
The looming, ornate building was imposing enough-- but everything from the signage to the lights overhead formed a dazzling, headache inducing blur very quickly. He didn't want much-- just something useful to read, maybe brush up on some skills--
But instead, a man who somehow managed to look disheveled even when he was cleaned up sat in the corner with a stack of books nearby... And his hand covering his eyes.]
Damnit, I knew the was gonna be a pain...
[He muttered softly, but it was clear that he didn't care about who heard.
Maybe acquiring a magnifying glass or a set of reading lenses should have been higher on his to-do list]
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[Reading may have been off the table for the moment, but exploring wasn't. Shelley traversed the various floors, curious about what could be found in the building, but stopped in a certain area on the second floor when he realized that he couldn't pass through.]
...A restricted section? Here?
[He gently knocked on the walls and pressed his ear against it, curious.]
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reading room;
[ The way that Vincent prompts the question is more out of social niceties than caring about the answer himself. He's busying himself with reading over home surveillance information and how to set up cameras. Don't worry about it - ]
Can you believe people just tell others where they are? Insane.
[ Yes, instead of waiting for a response, he grumbles about how bizarre it is that people feel the need to tell anyone their location and where to find them. He's moved and hopes no one shows up at his door - or if they do, he hopes they get mauled by the Behemoth outside. ]
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dean winchester | supernatural - ota
It's how he got away with reading Vonnegut, Homer. Hemingway, Machiavelli. Crap Sam would've inevitably made fun of him for, so reading in dim phone light and keeping them crammed into hidden pockets of his duffle was the solution. That, and ditching them like he does chicks in the middle of the night, sticking them in a drawer or leaving them in a truck stop bathroom.
Anyway, he's here cause Cas mentioned it and seems to like this Harold dude, though Dean is heavily suspicious and not willing to give benefit of the doubt quite yet. He's seen what happens when Cas trusts the wrong angel/demon/person, and he's fiercely protective and deep into his Cas era.
So he's having a wander, a random book tucked under his arm, examining shelves, sitting in an armchair, taking quick sips from a flask. ]
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If you're going to drink in a library, you might at least do it properly.
[ It's not as if this is a real library in the sense that it's staffed and functioning, so Harold supposes he can't say anything about drinking here in general. And he himself appreciates some whiskey with a book on occasion -- but both of which should be enjoyed, savored, not snuck in furtively.
Harold is a trim figure in waistcoat and tie, and he's carrying not books but a shopping bag of broken retro video game consoles. ]
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She scopes it out from across the road for several minutes, but once she makes the decision to enter, she does so without hesitation. Forgoing the front doors, she cuts around to a less busy side of the building, hoisting herself up onto a ledge and aiming to get in through a window. If she can simply open one from the outside, then great. If not... well. She's used to this building being abandoned, and seeing it in current use is disconcerting. In that light, a busted-out window feels like an improvement.
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It doesn't take long for him to find the spot of the break in and the direction of the glass confirms that it was a break in after all. Gun still drawn, John starts quietly prowling the area.
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