aimsforknees: (63)
John Reese ([personal profile] aimsforknees) wrote in [community profile] etrayalogs2024-12-04 03:46 pm

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!
venatoris: nidavellir @ ij (pic#15076459)

i tried to edit that comment 4 fucking times and it never took :| dw hates dante ig

[personal profile] venatoris 2024-12-15 09:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, I'm happy to swap it out.

[ The flask tucked back into his jacket. he'll close his little book of Hell with a thump and set it on the little table next to him. ]

Been a while since I've read I, Robot.
Edited 2024-12-15 21:58 (UTC)
ornithologist: (5)

dw has no respect for the library

[personal profile] ornithologist 2024-12-16 07:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[ This genuinely surprises him, but he's faintly pleased. Far more productive use of time to be reading I, Robot than Inferno in his opinion. ]

Is that so? If you'd like to get the book, I'll retrieve the whiskey and meet you back here.

[ It's such an odd situation to find himself in, but it fits with his attempts to get to know others, so he's just going to go with it. This is what it looks like when Harold pushes himself to be sociable -- gossiping about literature and liquor with random strangers in the library. ]
venatoris: dustyhighway (pic#16241199)

jesus apparently

[personal profile] venatoris 2024-12-19 01:17 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, alrighty then.

[ Inferno can hit a little close to home, but Dean has a weird relationship with demons, hell, and monsters right now. Leaning into it, as it were.

And he can do that, wander off and go find the book, browse the shelves until the title stands out and he plucks it from it's designated space to tuck under his arm and head right back. ]
ornithologist: (baby shopping)

[personal profile] ornithologist 2024-12-24 02:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Harold limps away and returns with a library cart, laden with a bottle of whiskey and two plain rocks glasses. Under his own devices this would normally be a high-end liquor in a decanter, but he hasn't seen anything like that available since Dr. Lecter's party, and frankly that whole experience has turned him off of it a little. So it's just as well he has something respectable but not luxurious and plain glassware as he pushes it over toward an empty study table near where Dean was previously reading.

With the cart his physical impairment is more obvious than ever, since he hadn't wanted to try to carry this all back with his hands. There's a book alongside the drinks, his own copy of Foundation that he'd squirreled away to their residence. This also would normally be a rare first edition and now is just a plain library copy.

He's lost all of his resources since coming here, but Harold is adjusting. ]


Nothing special, but evidence enough that we're not totally removed from civilization, [ he comments, pouring a neat finger of whiskey in each glass. ] The complete absence of roads did make me wonder when I arrived.

[ What is this, total wilderness? The Wild West? He'd had to walk. For hours. ]