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Post by SO-4 on Oct 7, 2015 18:56:15 GMT -5
| 私はちょうど何が重要か見つけようとしている。
When Chel's pastry shop is closed, the library is still open, and that makes Chel happy. It's not that the library is open terribly late, but that the Smiles and Hearts Bakery closes very early in the day, only at five, because people don't tend to east pastries as much late in the day. They tend to prefer it in the morning light, when they're doing their shopping, and when they have their coffee. People drink coffee late at night, too, but that would keep them awake, so Chel thought it somewhat silly. She had enough trouble sleeping at night as it was.
When Chel's pastry shop is closed, the library is still open, and there is a lot of quiet in the library. People come in and out, but they get told to be quiet if they're being too loud. No one shouts, which is good, because in the city, there is a lot of shouting and there is a lot of noise. Chel enjoys watching the people, but they're all far too loud. Her bakery has soft music in it, though, so it's less loud, which is good. The library, however, is even less loud! Better yet, the library is full of books, and still open when Chel's pastry shop is closed, unless it is a government holiday, in which case Chel's bakery might be open while the library is still closed.
Chel likes books. They tell her what people are thinking and they let her pretend to be someone else. They also let her pretend to be somewhere else, which Chel knew was especially good. The only bad thing about the library is that she's not supposed to have her Pokemon out when she's inside, which is a sad thing, Chel thinks. She'd much prefer if she could have Benji to cuddle with while she's reading the books, because then, not only would she be reading a lovely story, but she'd also be petting Benji's soft fur, which would make the quiet and the books and the ability to find little corners where she'd be all by herself but still know there were people around her would be even better.
She was in the library today, too, after closing her pastry shop, because she'd just had one of her first days and she'd found the library the other day on a map and today seemed like a good day to go to a quiet place, especially after arguing with a customer who wanted cheaper food than was smart, and another who said that she shouldn't have such a weak little rat of a Pokemon out in her shop. Benji had gotten real mad, and Chel had almost raised her voice. Someone else had stepped in, though, so nothing bad happened. Nothing bad at all.
The main problem was, Chel didn't know what kind of book to read. She wanted to read a book because she was in the library and that's what is done in the library: books are read. She knew she liked books, she just couldn't remember what any of the good ones were called, or necessarily the kind of book she liked most! Luckily, she was in a library, and libraries had librarians in them. That's part of what makes them libraries, see. All she had to do was ask a librarian, and then she'd be able to find a book she'd like.
The first librarian she found had blonde hair and eyes that looked like gold coins. Cats liked to carry gold coins on their heads, but this librarian carried them in his eyes. How odd. Then again, her own hair was the color of bubblegum and fairies, and neither of those tended to go on heads. She looked up slightly at him and blinked owlishly. "Mister Librarian," she said, "I am looking for a book. I can't remember what I like because I can't remember anything. Do you know anything that I'd like?" |
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Post by Cereal on Oct 7, 2015 20:07:14 GMT -5
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ooc: eh this table will have to do for now. i'll make something better later.
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There probably could have been better things for him to be doing right about now, or all day for that matter. He could be searching for clues of his past, trying to remember more of who he was, or even trying to find a way out of the city. Perhaps going to a hospital would have been a great idea. However, he just couldn't bring himself to do it, even after the short period of time he had been awake in this place. Securing a job had been easy enough, but that was only if you could babbling like an idiot in front of the person interviewing you as easy. Still, he somehow managed to get the job. The next few weeks had be spent roaming the library, memorizing the layout and where every genre went. He was quick to figure out how the library organized and categorized their books, and it helped that titles were very easy to remember... Most of the time. It depended on the language. They had given him a pamphlet with books in any language other than the general one spoken around Hitotose that involved their translated titles. But... Really, there hadn't been many people coming in for those books, other than the stray college student needing them for research.
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He had originally been afraid to begin work, yet he grew accustomed to how everything worked far faster than he had imagined. Most of the time, he didn't have to deal with anyone unless they needed to check out or if they were trying to find a book. There was usually one or two other librarians with him at a time, depending on the time of day, and there were a few volunteers who mainly helped with cleaning and putting away books. Community service was what he was told, and he was perfectly fine with the free help. What bothered him was the rule against Pokemon. He understood why it was in place. No sane librarian would allow a Charmander anywhere near their precious books. It was just... lonely sometimes. He broke the rule constantly, however, but only when he was behind the desk where no one could see. He kept his dear little Solosis and Turtwig out, and the pair slept underneath the closed off desk near his crossed ankles, rarely waking unless they wanted food or if someone kicked against the other side of the desk while waiting for their books.
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At the moment, the blond had his nose stuck in a book. He read constantly when there wasn't anything else to do, and he managed to get through multiple books in a day. The best part about a library was that so many people could just get books online. Why was that great? Because it meant less people actually in the library unless they truly wanted or needed to be there. Mostly, he had to deal with the elderly or college students. Sometimes, mothers would bring their younger children, or school groups would force their students to step foot in the building. He hated field trips the most. No respect for books, no respect for those around them, and absolutely no filter on their mouths.
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He looked up as a voice called out, his body growing rigid out of reflex. He gently closed his book after placing his bookmark, and he slowly rose to his feet. "The Amnesias: A Clinical Textbook of Memory Disorders By Andrew C. Papanicolaou." It was the first thing that left his mouth, and his face heated up a few degrees as it was tinted with pink. A hand shot up to cover his mouth as he looked off to the side with embarrassment and regret. "S-sorry... First thing that came to mind." His hand slipped back to scratch at the back of his neck as he forced his eyes to look at the girl standing on the other side of the desk. "Ah... Is there... Anything you can recall? Genre-wise?" Carefully, he pushed his chair back and walked around the counter, exiting through a half door marked staff only on one side. He closed the door behind him and walked towards the girl. He paused a few paces away.
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"Going by, euh, stereotypes... Teenage girls like... Romance? Drama? Er, fiction and fantasy?" He needed a genre to work with if he was going to be of any use.
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Post by SO-4 on Oct 8, 2015 11:23:27 GMT -5
| 私はちょうど何が重要か見つけようとしている。
The librarian is reading a book. Chel can't see the title, but she's rather certain it's a good book, if a librarian is reading it. It would have to be. She can't imagine a librarian would read a bad book, not when there are so many books surrounding them, since they're in a library, and not when, since they're a librarian, they know how to find all of those books. It would just be silly to read a bad book when surrounded by potentially good books. Unless, of course, as a librarian, he simply had too read all books, but even Chel knew that would be an awful lot of books to read.
When he looked up at her, he put down the books slowly and gently. She supposed that, as a librarian, he also shouldn't hurt books. Chel didn't particularly think she should hurt books, either. Hurting anything was typically bad, and books had entire worlds in them. What if, by hurting the book, she hurt the world in it? That seemed like it would be a terrible thing indeed, to hurt a hidden world like that. Chel decided that she liked the way the librarian treated his book, and also the way he seemed to move gently. She wondered if Benji would like him. Benji liked to try to bite people he didn't like. Benji also wasn't allowed out of the Pokeball Chel had decorated with paint and stickers while he was in the library.
He turned pink for some reason, though, after suggesting a book title. Chel just cocked her head slightly and said "Is it a good book? Does it have an interesting world in it? Oh, wait. That sounds like it's a nonfiction book. I don't really want one of those. Besides, Missus Professor said something about artefacts." She nodded assuredly, as though everything she'd said was perfectly obvious. Then, after another moment staring as the librarian apologized for some reason that Chel didn't really understand, her expression lit up slightly (though it was only a tiny change).
"Oh, you've already helped me. I said I didn't want a nonfiction book. I didn't know that until you suggested it. That's very useful. It rules out a lot of shelves." She thought for several moments as the librarian offered more suggestions. Maybe the librarian could help her keep on ruling things out like that? "I know I like books because they have other worlds in them. It makes it easy to pretend that I'm someone else. It's fun to explore other worlds." Did that count as a genre? She wasn't certain, but maybe it was helpful.
She blinked slowly as he suggested things that she might like. "I don't think romance sounds very interesting- oh. You've helped me again. This is very useful," she said. "Fantasy sounds good. That sounds like a place with very colorful worlds in it. Doesn't that word sound colorful to you, too?" She looked at the librarian with wide eyes as she said this. Yes. That sounded right. What a helpful librarian! |
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Post by Cereal on Oct 8, 2015 16:52:43 GMT -5
[nospaces] [attr="id","thehov"] [attr="id","image"] why do my words always lose their meaning? [attr="id","thepost"]
It would seem that the girl hadn't exactly caught the title of the book he had said. It was probably better that way, less embarrassment for him. Though, she was right about the nonfiction part. "It's a, uh, study on amnesia." He had poured through all the books the library had when he had started this job, even though he already knew the vague explanation given by the professor. But, really, he wanted to know more. Just what had they done to them to erase their memories? Despite wanting to know, he was also afraid to know. He wanted to know the names of his parents, yet he was also too fearful of what he might find in his past. Perhaps it was better for them to remain like this. Or, what if this was secretly some sort of prison? A clean mind, a clean slate. At the same time, though, he doubted that a prison would allow their inmates to carry around potentially dangerous creatures.
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"I wouldn't say a lot of shelves," he mumbled, more to himself. The library was expansive, and, while the nonfiction section took up a hefty chunk of space filled with resources and reference materials, the fiction section was still just as impressive. Finding a decent book would still require pouring through the rows upon rows of shelves. There were definitely a lot of interesting books on display, so perhaps it wouldn't take the girl too long to find something that suited her tastes. "Another world..." He inched away from the counter top and motioning with a meek wave for the long haired girl to follow. He passed by tables and pushed in the empty chairs as he went, hiding his annoyance towards those who had got up and left without doing such a simple task. The blond then passed by four or five rows of tall bookshelves before turning in, heading down the long path created by the walls of books.
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The pad of his index finger skimmed over the spines of multicolored books. His mouth formed a tight line as he read the titles, lifting his hand off of that shelf and moving to the one above. He carefully removed a book off the shelf and repeated the process until he had picked out three of varying thickness. He turned towards the girl under the assumption that she had actually followed him without getting lost along the way. "Fantasy is abundant, but... For different worlds, I suggest the Lord of the Rings, the Night Circus, and the Wizard of Earthsea." There was a pause before he spoke up again, this time with his voice breaking just a little bit. "Of co-course, I could keep looking... If you want."
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Post by SO-4 on Oct 10, 2015 15:19:47 GMT -5
| 私はちょうど何が重要か見つけようとしている。
Hm. Maybe Chel would read the book the librarian suggested. She considered it for a moment. A shudder ran down her back. She stopped considering it. She didn't want to read nonfiction, anyway, especially nonfiction about remembering things that she'd forgotten. Most of the things that she'd forgotten were very nice staying there, Chel thought, especially since she didn't really think she particularly needed them. She was doing plenty fine already! It wasn't like she'd forgotten everything everything, just most of it. If she'd really forgotten everything, she wouldn't know things like her name, or what Pokemon were, or how to bake, and she knew all of that!
So, clearly, she didn't need the book about amnesia, so she didn't say anything when he explained what it was about, instead following the librarian when he started to walk her through shelves of books with lots of pages. Chel wondered what books did when no one was reading them. Did the words on the pages still exist if no one saw them? Or did someone have to open them for the world within them to come to life, screeching with color and pride? Or were they still alive, even when no one read them? She wondered this for a moment. If books could think, they'd probably want to be read a great deal, Chel thought.
He pushed in chairs as he walked as well. Chel liked that. She had to push in lots of chairs at her cafe. It made everything look neater, much more organized, and neat and organized was always a good thing to look like, in her opinion. It meant that the world felt less like it wanted to stand up and attack her, if it was all in line where she could see it. She liked things to be organized where they could be. Libraries were also good because of this. They were organized. Each book had its place. If she could just remember the organizational system, she could find anything.
The librarian stopped. He placed his hand on the shelf. He gave her some suggestions and some inner part of Chel suddenly smiled as she looked closely at the books he'd suggested. Some of them were very long books, but Chel didn't mind. She could keep on coming back to the book after working each day, see. She didn't have to read it all at once! That made a book much better than a movie. Movies were hard not to watch all at once. "Oh, those all sound very good. That's a lot of books. I could read those for a long time." She paused and pulled out a copy of The Lord of the Rings. It was a very heavy book, a combination of all three volumes. She looked at it for several moments before remembering something. "I haven't got a library card yet. Do I need one of those?" |
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