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savetheearth2013-04-03 06:37 pm
argents) wrote in savetheearth2013-04-03 06:37 pm
001 — handwritten [scrap] & action.
( HANDWRITTEN )
[ Banagher's found himself a little bit of free time at the library on Pierre-Simon, meaning he's taking a break from sorting through the insanity of the return bin to card through a few old books in search of some kind of meaning to assign to the words he can't seem to keep quiet in his head.
On the back of a forgotten, yellowing library punch card he finds tucked away in a book, he starts copying down things in no order, just to remember—first up is the sequence of numbers that's equally persistent. He'd never thought to put them down physically before, here or otherwise, by the virtue of the fact that he doesn't feel like he'll forget them anytime soon. Thusly: ]
[ Sorry, network denizens, for the nonsensical scraps of texts, notes, and printings you may receive as a result. Also the disconcerting doodles. ]
( ACTION )
[ It's early evening, the time when all the streetlamps begin to wink to life outside and natural sunlight is exchanged for halogen. He's currently seated in the lower level of the library at one of the broad cherry wood tables, chin in hand, mindlessly scribbling on the punch card. There's an assortment of papers spread across the table's corner, dotted with books and pens, suggesting he's been at this for a bit. While usually a diligent worker, he seems pretty distracted.
Don't happen to need a book or the use of a computer, do you? ]
(ooc. this is his first use of the network, but if you're going for action and your character is a frequent visitor to the library or a high school/uni student, you're welcome to assume cr!)
[ Banagher's found himself a little bit of free time at the library on Pierre-Simon, meaning he's taking a break from sorting through the insanity of the return bin to card through a few old books in search of some kind of meaning to assign to the words he can't seem to keep quiet in his head.
On the back of a forgotten, yellowing library punch card he finds tucked away in a book, he starts copying down things in no order, just to remember—first up is the sequence of numbers that's equally persistent. He'd never thought to put them down physically before, here or otherwise, by the virtue of the fact that he doesn't feel like he'll forget them anytime soon. Thusly: ]
[ Sorry, network denizens, for the nonsensical scraps of texts, notes, and printings you may receive as a result. Also the disconcerting doodles. ]
( ACTION )
[ It's early evening, the time when all the streetlamps begin to wink to life outside and natural sunlight is exchanged for halogen. He's currently seated in the lower level of the library at one of the broad cherry wood tables, chin in hand, mindlessly scribbling on the punch card. There's an assortment of papers spread across the table's corner, dotted with books and pens, suggesting he's been at this for a bit. While usually a diligent worker, he seems pretty distracted.
Don't happen to need a book or the use of a computer, do you? ]
(ooc. this is his first use of the network, but if you're going for action and your character is a frequent visitor to the library or a high school/uni student, you're welcome to assume cr!)
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[ But obviously, he didn't. Nothing to anchor the words that boom through his soul, and maybe across things even more vast than that. It makes him feel small, insignificant. Still, Fay's almost whimsical approach to the ordeal has calmed him considerably. Given him a selfless opportunity to voice his concerns in a way he hadn't known he needed, and now appreciates. ]
Is that what you're doing here? Trying to find something like that?
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[Fay grins, a bit embarrassed, and scratches the back of his head. Then he lifts up the discarded basket containing his books so that Banagher can see the contents. A complete mix of classic fantasy and sci-fi and really trashy shit, the sure sign of someone who knows nothing of books period, let alone these sub-genres.]
But since everything I remember seems to be taken right outta some kind of sci-fi/fantasy flick on acid, I just figured I'd go with fiction. Unless there's something real big I done missed when I couldn't afford the Discovery channel anymore.
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Do... you need some help? Even the fiction section has references I can find for you.
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Let's see, there's... guardian spirits, miniature people, huge glowing fish, monsters made out of shadows, some kind of cross between humans and... some kind of animal, lizard-like horses, mutants, demons... [He trails off, groaning and rubbing at his forehead. There is no end to all the confusing facts about strange creatures that his mind keeps insisting that he's encountered.]
Too many. But most importantly... a small, round creature, a bit like a bunny but not quite, capable of traveling between dimensions.
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The one you say is most important doesn't sound familiar to me. But maybe you could start with mythology references? It might not tell you why you remember the things you do, but putting an origin to it might help, somehow. Or names.
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[Except Mokona isn't a marshmallow, Mokona is Mokona.
Well, that's a weird thought. Moving right along. He perks up a bit at the idea of mythology, nodding enthusiastically.]
Yes, that's a good idea. There ain't much I really know about about that kind of stuff, but if you could show me a good place to start...
[No seriously he's never been in a library before, bless.]
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Sure. I mean... I don't really know why we know the things we do. The feelings, the numbers. But if there aren't that many of us, it must be for some kind of reason.
[ Banagher's never really considered stuff like this at length. But it seems natural to reach out, all the same. He pushes out from the table and stands from the chair. Ready to get a crash course in library? ]
So, I want to help out, if I can.
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[He smiles brightly and bounces to his feet as well, but the moment he gets close to one of the shelves, all noise drains away and his heartbeat seems to fill the world and-
-and he remembers a library, so much larger and grander than this one. He remembers the kind of happiness you feel when you manage to get someone a perfect gift. And the line, "If it was possible, we'd like to buy them all. Right, daddy?" And he remembers-
-he picks a book from the shelves. It's clearly not a library book, completely unmarked, and when he opens it - although he gets a strange feeling he shouldn't - the pages are empty.]
This book - shit, my head... - it's another of those things. It's important, somehow.
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Fay? H-Hey! [ Shaking off the image that didn't seem quite human, Banagher moves to take him by the arm. Hopefully root him back in place. ] Are you okay? What happened?
[ He asks even when he knows. ]
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Another one of those... moments. Felt all empty, and then I- I got a few memories. Not as many, this time. But I got this instead.
[He runs his fingers over the design on the cover, heart wrenching painfully even though he doesn't know why.]
Apparently we can get things as well.
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Small instances, nebulous things with vague meaning. Not something you could just reach out and take. Yet there it sits in Fay's hands as Banagher looks over his shoulder, an unassuming book, one that looks absolutely foreign to him. ] Then, you remember owning this?
[ Tenatively, he reaches to touch it. ]
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I didn't- I don't think I owned it as such. It was in a library. Another library. Or another book just like it. It's not... It's not the real book, it's just a copy.
[He shakes his head, following the heart-shaped design and feeling certain that it meant something, it was important...] But what that means... I don't know.
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Finding it here, of all places.
[ It really did beg the question: how far did this go? What else was out there, unassuming, waiting?
Beyond those worries, Banagher realizes he still has Fay's arm, and his grip slacks. ]
Are you sure you're okay?