.oo1 // All the knowledge in the world

[xseeksclosure.livejournal.com]

[ You find yourself in a library. Not just any library but a massive one: wall to wall bookshelves, plush armchairs, mahogany floorboards and the entire thing lit with a warm flame that seems almost comforting. The kind that doesn't seem to give off a dangerous heat but perhaps the warmth that reminds one of home and hearth. The books on the shelves are quite anything you want them to be: catalogues, bestiaries, your diaries, anything you ever wished to read, wished to know or wished to find out.

Among these shelves and books in a man dressed in long deep blue robes, almost black as night. He paces, taking books off the shelves, and flipping through them, occasionally commenting on the side and seemingly talking to himself. But there are other books in his hands, these being used to fill empty spots in some shelves. He seems to be looking for something, or perhaps merely setting some books in order. For all you know, he could be doing both. At any rate, he is quite at home here, amongst the books, shelves and bare light. Again, the conversation resumes in a strange language perhaps alien to your ears. Upon one bookshelf is another figure that seems to be merely a shimmer in the air and he seems to be doing most the talking while the man in the robe nods and comments from time to time. However, in the middle of a sentence, he stops and turns. His voice seems low, barely heard and in a more familiar language. ]

Looks like we have company, Aids.
Ah?

[ And with that, the figure is gone and the other man is left amongst the books and firelight, holding a rather thick volume to his chest and clutching a staff with his other hand. ]

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[bot-builder.livejournal.com]

[He doesn't go to libraries very often--he's not a big fan of reading--but he's fairly certain this library will have that robotics book he's been looking for. He's just started to scan the shelves when he becomes aware of you. Oh great. A guy talking to himself. In a foreign language, even. He decides to keep an eye on you, which is why he notices when you notice him. He freezes, somewhat alarmed.]

[xseeksclosure.livejournal.com]

[ There is a pause as he glances back up at the bookshelves and a minor look of irritation when he finds he's alone with the newcomer. Mr Sociable he's not but Adrian's gonna try.

So... for a second, he's just as frozen. ]

Can... can I help you with something?

[bot-builder.livejournal.com]

Uh... Are you the librarian?

[xseeksclosure.livejournal.com]

Not really, no... this is my father's library but you're welcome to the books. Everyone is. There's something in here for everyone so... help yourself.

[bot-builder.livejournal.com]

Wow. Your dad must have liked to read a lot. [He hesitates.] Are these arranged in any particular way? Is there a robotics section?

[xseeksclosure.livejournal.com]

Him and me, really.

[ Bit of a smirk. Maybe that's the only thing they had in common. But on to the matter at hand. The word seems alien to him. ]

Robotics... we... may have something close to it concerning mechanics that came from across the sea. Maybe that's the best I can offer?

[bot-builder.livejournal.com]

I've never been much of a reader, myself.

Oh. Huh. Well, I might as well look at what you got. Since I'm here and all. Where would these mechanics books be, if you have them?