Deimos was welcomed with a grateful - though not surprised - smile, and a rueful nod of recognition for favors traded and endeavors undertaken as a team more often than not. They were often found enmeshed in various helpful machinations together, and their history was rich in enmity as well as amity. Bridges burned and mended, torched and rebuilt from the ashes had given the bard a hard-won respect for the General, comfortable in the Sword's presence and glad of his assistance. "Thanks for coming," he offered, holding back further unnecessary words while he waited to see who else would arrive.
And with one blond pixie cut, Jigano found all the joy sucked out of what should have been a comfortingly familiar and simple task.Wessex sauntered in and his smile faded to carefully neutral lines as he arched a brow at her in silent question as to what she was doing answering a request from his Guild... but he had never denied the Atheneum as neutral territory, or made attempts to desecrate the Shrine within it, however much its presence galled him. If she wanted to gather books, he wouldn't stop her, but he didn't have to like it, blue eyes turned to frozen mirrors as he locked his temper down hard.
The last to enter, the mysteriousNate , was relatively unknown to him. A face he might have seen around a few times, but without a name to put with it, and he tilted his head curiously... until the lanky man went to join Wessex's side, making his allegiances clear enough.
Well, soonest begun, soonest gotten over with. Taking a breath to soothe the internally ruffled feathers, he gave the gathered trio a sharp nod. "Thank you for coming. I know we're all busy right now, and I hoped many hands would make this go faster. I'd like to pull a selection of books from the shelves to entertain people during LongNight. Something quiet to do to give them reason to stay inside and far from the doors." A bare tilt of the head to Wessex, who had tried to keep the Temple crew safe last year. Give or take some folks in the Rathskeller and a stray Sparkbird feather that even Jigano had to admit wasn't her fault. "The plan is to each pick a section and find a good selection of books from it. Between six to a dozen should do. Try to get a variety of reading levels if you can, some for children or those who are still learning as well as lengthier fare." Not everyone who struggled to read in the Grounds was a child, but LongNight might be a good time to work on that skill, or so the Provost hoped.
The Romance section was nearby, as luck would have it. It was large, with many shelves associated with it, though the further back ones didn't get quite as much light. The books were arranged haphazardly, as if often pulled down for perusal or borrowing and returned without care to title, author, or even language, and there were quite a number of other tomes mixed in so that books would need to be checked carefully for both genre and readibility in the common tongue.
The Mystery section was the farthest away, cloaked in deep shadows near the back of the building. The books were sparser there, and even from a distance many seemed to be in poor shape. A few moths fluttered about in stray beams of light filtering down between the floorboards of the partial floor above, adding an air of forgotten, genteel ruin to the section.
The Non-fiction section was closest to the previously collapsed wall, and some damage still lingered among the shelves and books there, dust piled high and mildew a real concern on some of the leather-bound journals and diaries. Still, there were many newer books as well, deposited there presumably by Outlander hands (or some other agency?) and only closer examination would show how much was salvageable, much less of interest.
The Fiction section sprawled, stretching tendrils and offshoots into most of the other sections as it bled together with Mystery and Romance in particular. Any attempt to catalogue those books into more cohesive sub-genres other than romance and mystery had long since fallen by the wayside. It had the most diversity, but also the most ground to cover, the shelves often stacked tightly enough that retrieving a book without damaging it or its neighbors would be difficult.
There are four sections to choose fromsince I overextended myself last time and no posting order! Please pick your genre, but don't collect your books just yet; more details will be revealed as you get closer to your sections. Jigano will take the one that's left over.
1. Romance -Wessex
2. Mystery - Deimos
3. Fiction -Jigano
4. Non-fiction -Nate
And with one blond pixie cut, Jigano found all the joy sucked out of what should have been a comfortingly familiar and simple task.
The last to enter, the mysterious
Well, soonest begun, soonest gotten over with. Taking a breath to soothe the internally ruffled feathers, he gave the gathered trio a sharp nod. "Thank you for coming. I know we're all busy right now, and I hoped many hands would make this go faster. I'd like to pull a selection of books from the shelves to entertain people during LongNight. Something quiet to do to give them reason to stay inside and far from the doors." A bare tilt of the head to Wessex, who had tried to keep the Temple crew safe last year. Give or take some folks in the Rathskeller and a stray Sparkbird feather that even Jigano had to admit wasn't her fault. "The plan is to each pick a section and find a good selection of books from it. Between six to a dozen should do. Try to get a variety of reading levels if you can, some for children or those who are still learning as well as lengthier fare." Not everyone who struggled to read in the Grounds was a child, but LongNight might be a good time to work on that skill, or so the Provost hoped.
The Romance section was nearby, as luck would have it. It was large, with many shelves associated with it, though the further back ones didn't get quite as much light. The books were arranged haphazardly, as if often pulled down for perusal or borrowing and returned without care to title, author, or even language, and there were quite a number of other tomes mixed in so that books would need to be checked carefully for both genre and readibility in the common tongue.
The Mystery section was the farthest away, cloaked in deep shadows near the back of the building. The books were sparser there, and even from a distance many seemed to be in poor shape. A few moths fluttered about in stray beams of light filtering down between the floorboards of the partial floor above, adding an air of forgotten, genteel ruin to the section.
The Non-fiction section was closest to the previously collapsed wall, and some damage still lingered among the shelves and books there, dust piled high and mildew a real concern on some of the leather-bound journals and diaries. Still, there were many newer books as well, deposited there presumably by Outlander hands (or some other agency?) and only closer examination would show how much was salvageable, much less of interest.
The Fiction section sprawled, stretching tendrils and offshoots into most of the other sections as it bled together with Mystery and Romance in particular. Any attempt to catalogue those books into more cohesive sub-genres other than romance and mystery had long since fallen by the wayside. It had the most diversity, but also the most ground to cover, the shelves often stacked tightly enough that retrieving a book without damaging it or its neighbors would be difficult.
There are four sections to choose from
1. Romance -
2. Mystery - Deimos
3. Fiction -
4. Non-fiction -
