Wisdom begins in Wonder

[delphicbooksandbaubles]

 She headed toward what looked to be a large building akin to something from back home, It was both an impressive and slightly comforting sight. 
She scanned the area with her eyes, ears and other senses. Trying to make sure she was in the right place as she headed toward the stone steps. As well as keeping her eyes open for any hint or sign of her missing friend or any one who might know more about the nexus or other things of necessity and importance. Another part of her wondered if they might have a snack bar or vending machine that took the money she had on her as her tummy rumbled softly as she neared the large doors. 


She wondered if there were a place for missing posters, and looked around for one as she cautiously looked around after poking her head in, looking for  a desk of some sort. "Ahem, excuse me, but I was wondering if there was a form or something to apply for a library card? " She half asks a bit rambly and nervous all of a sudden. She wasn't exactly sure why but she was worried for Sherlock and was in need of some information and uncertain about where and when to get things in this ever shifting environment. 

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FRESH FROM ONE THREAD, RIGHT INTO ANOTHER

[grantuseyes]

Before anyone at the desk can answer Ashlynn's question, there is a loud clatter from behind and a staff member barking a frustrated, "YOU!" If she's quick in turning around, she'll spy the following:

• an overturned cart that had been stacked with books
  
• said books now all over the floor
  
• an angry library staffmember who appears to be a robot fuming
  
• a familiar cage and ratty scholar's cape disappearing swiftly behind a row of bookshelves

The robot actually shakes its fist after the escaping scholar, beeping rapidly and angrily (but quietly; this is a library, after all!) before turning to the task of picking up the spilled books, grumbling as it does.

Guess Micolash wasn't kidding about almost always being in the library. Who knows if the staff is always vexed with him though. Shall she help clean up the mess or chase after the fleeing Yharnamite?

Re: FRESH FROM ONE THREAD, RIGHT INTO ANOTHER

[delphicbooksandbaubles]

( XD *gently taps a mug on table ala Thor Aye yes ANOTHER! eheh )

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She blinks rapidly, and whips her head round at the loud familiar voice. uh oh. Was her second thought and wince at the crash. She subtley sniffs the air to make sure he's not chaseing after any mouses or other critters or persons etc. Before holding up a finger toward the staff at the desk, "Excuse me a moment. " Before grabbing any fallen books near her. "Micolash? what in thw world are you doing?" She half asks half states slightly confused, concerned and bemused by the antics. Honestly he needed to brush up on his manners.


As she continues to pick up books and near the cart and the bookshelf in the process.

[grantuseyes]

If Micolash heard his name being said, he doesn't let it stop him. He darts off around the corner of the shelves, running surprisingly fast for a guy who acts so sleepy all the time.

"Is that his name?" chirps the robot, now with the cart upright once more. It starts picking up the books and stacking them carefully on it once more. "All I know is he's the fool who hides in here all the time after-hours. Not as much as he USED to, but." The robot librarian whirs a sigh not unlike a computer's cooling fan.

It then clicks and tilts the little ear-like panels on the top of its head. "Is he a friend of yours? Or family? Can you tell him to stop being such a menace? Squatting aside, his howling is disruptive and he comes in here acting drunk all the time. Bashing into things." The robot gestures demonstratively at the overturned cart and books. An apparent victim of said bashing.

[delphicbooksandbaubles]

She sighs, slightly wry and tired. She was getting deja vu, she usually was the one who had to clean up and put out fires half the time back home as well. welp then, best let him calm down a mite.

"Aye,..tis what he told me." She replies her lit that seems and sounds a mix of slightly Irish-Scots/welsh to most ears coloring her tone. As she continues picking up books and glancing at titles. Trying to figure out what the heck he was up to.

"hmm, um well not really I've just ran into him recently. I've been looking for a friend of mine and they share some psychical and..other features and habits. " She explains quickly and as clearly as she can still scanning for him with her senses. "Well, I can certainly try..he did say he was staying with someone.." She trails off and frowns down at the cart.

"hmm well he definitely could stand to eat more..I'am not sure if he has any other conditions I know how to treat. " She replies sincerely he own stomach rumbled in reminder and sympathy. She'd very much like to help with his mental state but his realm and it's ailments was a bit out of her area of expertise. Though there was some similarities. She didn't want to do something to make things worse either. Data, data, can't make bricks without clay. She heard a whisper from her sherlockian room in her mind palace. {yes, yes I know, dear boys.} She thought back fondly and wistful.

Her eyes soften a wee bit, ooh cute robot me likes. Another part of her thought as she caught the movement out of the corner of her eye. Her own ears shift slightly under her hood as they pop up and tilt a bit about mirroring the action.

[grantuseyes]

The robot plops down another stack of books once more onto the cart they belong on as it replies, "If you can catch up to him and talk him into being more careful, I'd be grateful. I'm tired of cleaning up his messes." The bot looks like it's about to let Ashlynn go, but then holds up a finger. "OH! And tell him to stop stashing food on the shelves! I found that apple he left uneaten in the astrology section and it was horrible. I can't stand decayed matter..." Makes sense, since it's a robot who does not have to worry about flesh or food.

"I'll take care of this." It shrugs at the cart and scattered books again. "Just-...Just go catch him. If you can, anyway. He's DEVILISHLY fast. Main reason I can never properly reprimand him." The mechanical librarian grumbles, sounding remarkably like a chugging printer or scanner.

[delphicbooksandbaubles]

She blinks and listens and nods, Reminded of Mrs. Hudson a bit. She wrinkles her noses. Micolash She mentally groans. The only reason Sherlock would leave such out would be for a science experiment.

"Aye. I imagine so.." She shifts a wee bit uncomfortable wondering if that extended to people too. "On it." She states quickly and quietly sniffs and tries to go the other end of the row he's on currently, with a quick step but slightly nonchalant trying not to spook him. hummming softly something calmly.

[grantuseyes]

The row the caged man had ducked into is empty, apparently having already dashed to the end and continued onto others. No wonder the robot can't keep up with the guy; on top of Micolash's swiftness, one has to navigate a borderline maze of books. Though his scent lingers in the area; he must not be far or must not have left this aisle too long ago. In fact, his scent gets stronger a few steps forward and to Ashlynn's left...

Once she looks in that precise spot, she'll spy a gap in the books where a pair of dark-ringed, pale blue eyes from the other side of the bookshelves are peering. The fact they're framed by iron bars is a dead giveaway as to who's doing the peeping.

"Is the metal man still looking for me?" Hello to you too, Micolash.

[delphicbooksandbaubles]

She blinks and frowns and does so. She tilts her head. "what ya hideing from laddie?" She asks softly and then blinks at that. And glances toward where the robot is and back again. "um he's stacking the books at the moment." Which was the truth.

"he don't like food being left about and such, Micolash." She infroms him gently and bends a little to be eye to eye but not too close. She don't wanna spook him or use her wolf speed least she must.

[grantuseyes]

"If people would stop giving me food, I wouldn't have to hide it places!" He hisses the words back, whispering now that he knows the robot is still lurking nearby. "I never even ask for it. People simply hand it to me and it's impolite to decline..."

His eyes brighten suddenly though, and there's the sound of rustling cloth as he glances downwards. Fetching something from a pocket? "Oh! But once a man gave me this." He holds up an empty, crumpled Doritos bag. Uh. "I poured out the crisps for some birds but kept this amazing material! Listen to the sound it makes." He proceeds to crinkle it with both hands, eyes narrowing in what must be smile from behind those books. It's the simple things in life, isn't it?

[heirtothearcane]

Ever since his first introduction to it, the library had become like a fourth second home for Viatorus. Especially these days, when he was scarcely seen outside his office except for his forays to the library. It's as he's setting books down into the returns section that he hears the young woman looking for some help. He glances to the front desk which is, for the moment, empty. He can't allow the poor woman can't be deterred from the joys of reading, so he flattens out his jacket and approaches cautiously. It looks like she isn't the only one with a nervous demeanour.

"Uh-Um, yes. There is form to fill out. I-It's really very simple. I-Uh… No one is at the desk right now but I'm sure they'll be back soon if you want to start looking around. Or you can look for a librarian." A beat passes and he adds, "Maybe not the robot, if you see him. He's been… hm… distracted lately."

[delphicbooksandbaubles]

She blinks and warmly smiles at the new fellow. "oh hello, ah I see thank you." She murmurs warmly and sincerely. She glances about to see what sections are closest, not wishing to move too far away. In case someone comes back, she didn't want to miss them or get lost.

She glances about for any pamphlets and the like about the library and such. Figuring like in most realms there would be some helpful information about the local area..somewhere within these walls or someone who would know more bout things. She shivered a little books and places that housed them had always be safe havens and comforting to her.

She could easily get lost in such, it was probably half why she has ended up with a small book and misc. Shop herself back in Storybrooke. She half wondered how everyone was doing back there but she had to find Sherlock and some intel and stock supplies first. Before attempting to say find or portal or whatever was close to it round abouts. She wasn't gonna just jump into things. Nope, nope nope.

[heirtothearcane]

Since she doesn't seem to have any more questions, he turns back to his task, pleased he was able to help… But when he heads back into the library, she still looks as lost and uncertain as ever. Again he hesitates. Then, after running through what to say in his head, he puts on a shaky smile and approaches her again.

"Um, sorry. I, um. I'm not a librarian, but I do know this place rather thoroughly." He gestures to the doorway leading further into the building before his hands come together to fidget. "Could I, uh, maybe help you find what you're looking for?"

[delphicbooksandbaubles]

"oh, that's alright. " She smiles a little sheepishly. "Seems like it'd suit ya though if ya don't mind me saying." She replies warmly and sincere. Even as she nods understandingly.

She takes a small step forward and then another making a mental note and trying to burn any signs and such into her memory. "um well..would ya happen to know where..things about the area we're in or the mystery section might be?" She asks warmly. Thinking she can perhaps begin to get her bearings there. Or at least find someone who might have heard of her friend, or one of his counterparts.

[heirtothearcane]

The compliment (and he will take it as a compliment) makes his smile twitch larger for a split second. He rubs the knuckle of his middle finger thoughtfully as he turns his attention to her question.

"The mystery section," he repeats. "Fictional novels, you mean? Or real life mysteries?"

[delphicbooksandbaubles]

She smiles warmly in return.

"Err, aye hmm I think both. See I have a friend who in some realms star in the former and slices the latter. And I've been looking for him, prehaps someone or something might be of help. " She explains softly and hopefully.

[heirtothearcane]

"Oh." He blinks at her once and, getting his mind off of the questions that immediately arise and back onto rack, he looks around. "Right, well... I think the travel section is by the language section today, so... Yes, this way."

Picking a door, he smiles at her briefly and then goes to start walking. He stops suddenly and turns around to offer a hand. "I'm Viatorus, by the way. It's very nice to meet you."

[delphicbooksandbaubles]

Ahem she blinks and looks a bit taken aback. "oh sorry Solve I meant solve..don't know why that came out." She states quickly and coughs looking a mite sheepish and then She smiles softly, Honestly books we're not something Sherlock tended to slice unless he was making a hidden compartment in his own. "ah do things move about in here as well?" She asks softly thinking of the stairs in the Harry Potter series. She pads alongside him calmly.

"oh yes." She chuckles softly and wryly. She replies quickly and offers her hand in return. "Pleased to make yer acquaintance, most folks call me Ashlynn or Ash now a days." It was complicated. But she found it easier to go with her StoryBrooke name first.

[chiron_survivor]

There is a young woman with a pile of books in her arms, patiently waiting by the empty information desk. It seems the library is short-staffed today. That, or the robot librarian is too busy dealing with a mess that a particularly unruly patron has seen fit to leave further back in the stacks.

She turns towards the other woman's voice and gives her a tentative smile. "There are paper forms, but, um... you need the librarian for that, and I haven't seen him for a while..." She shifts the weight of the books in her arms. "You can apply for one online, though. That's what I did."

[delphicbooksandbaubles]

She blinks and looks up toward the voice and gives the semi familiar other woman a warm smile in return. "oh..oh I see. um thank you..er." She rubs the back of a head a little. "I assume they have some sort of computer room or something as well then?" She half asks half states and glances about.

Most usually did have at least a few now a days. Though some needed a card to access them unless they we're for a specific purpose.

[chiron_survivor]

"They do," she replies, more confidently this time. "There's also a terminal just around the corner where you can sign up."

Adia is not one to assume, but it sounds like this woman has at least a passing familiarity with the technology. But it doesn't seem like she's familiar with the library itself, and the librarian sure is taking his sweet robot time to get back to the information desk...

"Would you like me to help you get set up?" she offers. "It doesn't take long at all."

[delphicbooksandbaubles]

She blinks and then brightens a bit to smile warmly. "Ah I see. " She murmurs looking in that direction.

She wished she had her laptop with her but then she hadn't exactly planned this trip. Course it was a semi older model. What with there small town only recently gotten machines and such not from the 1980's for several reasons.

"Um, oh I'd appreciate it. If it ain't much trouble. Thank you. " She replies quickly and with sincere gratitude.

[chiron_survivor]

"It's no trouble at all," Adia says sincerely. She gives the other woman a smile, "My name's Adia, by the way."

She sets the stack of books -- ones about ship engines, based on the titles -- on the information desk. Whatever she was planning to do with them, it can wait.

Gesturing for the other woman to follow her, she turns the corner, and sure enough, there is a computer terminal available. The screen is a pale blue, easy on the eyes, with a dialog box in the middle requesting a library card number and password. "Have a seat," Adia offers, before pointing to a small link below the box. New user? Click here! it says. "If you click that, it'll take you to a screen that lets you make an account."

[delphicbooksandbaubles]

"Oh nice to meet ya. " She murmurs in reply as she holds out her hand to shake. " I'm Ashlynn but most folks call me Ash. " She informs her warmly. She tilts her head interesting.


She does so padding alongside a little step behind though and tries to match her strides. "Thank ya." She replies automatically before doing so softly. And looking and watching her movements keenly and with a little eager look and excited wiggle. "Oh, right thank you again. " She murmurs and moves her right hand toward the mouse.

She was a lefty but she'd trained her hand to at least handle a mouse when nessacry. Click click.

[chiron_survivor]

She shakes Ashlynn's hand. "Nice to meet you, too, Ash," she replies, going with the woman's preferred nickname.

The screen prompts her to type in her name and contact information. There are a lot of options for the latter: Nexus address, off-world address, email, cell phone, or PINpoint number. There is a Terms and Conditions box about the library rules and fines accrued for lost materials, but it's not any more bureaucratic than any other library.

Adia hovers nearby in case she needs any help. Her enthusiasm reminds her of how Adia felt when she first got a library card of her own. It makes her smile, easing some of the tiredness out of her expression. She has already had a long day at the library, from the looks of it. Helping out someone else is a good break from her own research.

[delphicbooksandbaubles]

She beams up at her. "Why thank you. " She murmurs sincerely it was nice hearing someone say it. Even just to be polite.

She blinks and reads everything carefully. Putting Mrs. Ashlynn Aalish SinClair, her email cell number. Which speaking of which she half subtly scans the area for any plugs near the other computers that could fit her older charger. "Um, what's a pinpoint number?" She asks softly she could of sworn she heard others talking of such.

She'd been meaning to look into those devices some of the others seemed to have. She knew it had something to do with travel and the doors. Trying to recall things.