December Library Catch-All [ OPEN ]

[aimsforknees]

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!

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[clavesregni]

[There are dragons in Runeterra, but Caitlyn's never seen one. They live in Ionia, the land across the sea that her family departed for Valoran and Piltover – a long time ago, generations ago, on her mother's side, and far more recently on her father's. She's read stories and seen drawings of the massive creatures bigger than sailing ships, bigger than buildings, soaring through the skies. She sits quietly, listening to Riz speak, and imagines fighting one of those. If one of her parents were killed, would she do what he'd done? She likes to think so.

When he finishes, she reaches a hand across the table, giving his forearm a light squeeze in what she intends to be a reassuring gesture.]

I suppose you're right. [It isn't just the murder victims. It's the Firelights, too, the faces painted on their memorial wall and those who escaped everything Silco had done to the Lanes. She doesn't know whether Ekko survived and, even if he did, whether she'd be welcomed back there, but they want Silco gone even more than she does.] I'm... used to being told no. I found myself working alone on this case less out of choice and more because no one else wanted me working on it at all. It's difficult, sometimes, to remember I'm not always on my own.

[She still doesn't know the how. But she's got all of her time here to work that out.]

[stresstokens]

[ Riz smiles at Caitlyn as she squeezes his forearm and clumsily pats her hand in return; the gesture is unnecessary, but appreciated nonetheless. It's a kindness. He rarely overlooks that sort of thing. ] It's okay, [ he says, a little surprised to find how much he means that. ] I'm proud of what we managed to do, and my Dad is too. That's good enough for me.

[ Being able to actually meet his Dad had done wonders in silencing so many of his questions, so much of his doubt and had left pride and satisfaction in its wake. People might claim that revenge isn't the answer, but for Riz? It was absolutely the answer. He doesn't envy Caitlyn, stuck here without being able to do what she's clearly chomping at the bit to do. ]

...I couldn't have done it alone, though. And from the sounds of it, neither can you. [ He bridges his fingers together contemplatively. ] But I don't think you'll have to go it alone. There's other people who'll want to fight with you, I'm sure of it.

[ He wrinkles his nose. ]

You're not gonna find them at work, though. You've gotta find people who wanna, you know. [ He gives a meager little fistpump. ] Fight the system. The kinds of people who like risk. Do you have any connections like that?

[clavesregni]

I... [Vi. Vi who leapt off a building the morning after Caitlyn met her. Vi who was ready to do anything to bring Silco down. Vi who changed her life, who she can't stop thinking about, who... who walked away. Oil and water, wasn't meant to be.] I don't think I do. There was someone, but she made it clear she was uninterested in working together.

[Her brain finally catches up to everything Riz just said.]

Your dad? [Surely he must mean that his dad would be proud, were he still alive. As far as Caitlyn is aware, the dead are... dead. Unless they're like the undead wraiths of the Shadow Isles, there's no way to communicate with them, or any reason to think they could be communicated with.]

[stresstokens]

[ Riz looks surprised for a moment, then pleased. ] You caught that, huh? You really are a detective. Most people would've just shrugged that off. Or would've thought it was a slip of the tongue.

[ Just like she's changing the subject from whoever it is that she had, and then lost. He won't dwell on it. Not to her face, anyway; she's ultimately a stranger to him still, and it's clearly a painful subject. ]

Where I'm from, the afterlife is a real place. They're not usually places you can just up and visit, but I was in a, um... a special situation. [ It's a long story. ] My Dad gave me a lift, and we got to talk. Turns out that when I was talking to his gravestone, I wasn't having one-sided conversations after all. He was happy I avenged him. I mean, I knew he would be, because who wouldn't be, but it was nice to hear it from him anyway.

[ You heard it here, folks: vengeance is great! ]

[clavesregni]

[Caitlyn can't help but feel a little swell of pride at hearing someone say she's really a detective. It's a not a sentiment anyone's expressed to her before, apart from Vi being impressed by her case notes. But her focus immediately shifts from the praise to his story.

It's curious to imagine a world in which the dead can be spoken to as though they were still living, and her mind can't help but stray to the implications for solving murders. It's also touching, to hear him speak of his father.

She gives his forearm another gentle squeeze.]

I'm glad you were able to speak with him. I can only imagine how many people in my world might wish such a thing were possible.

[stresstokens]

Yeah. I'm really lucky. Even where I'm from, I wouldn't say it's common, it's just -- I know a guy.

[ A girl, to be exact. It isn't what he had in mind when he accompanied Fig to Hell - though admittedly, they'd met far more than just his Dad in the afterlife; while they had largely stumbled into enemies they had already felled once, it's impossible to ignore the looming presence of his friend's father as well - but he feels immeasurably lucky to have had that experience. He could have lived the rest of his short life without knowing a thing about his Dad except for the stories his Mom told him, and the typical hero worship through a child's eyes.

It's still hero worship, admittedly. His eyes have just seen more by now. ]

I've talked to some other people around here, about what happens after. It's possible it's the same for your world too, only that crossing planes doesn't actually happen until you've already died.

[ She had argued that what happens after death is nothing. Eternal sleep. Somehow, Riz can't find it within him to accept that. ]

It's worth talking to them, even if they can't talk bakc.