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Wisdom begins in Wonder

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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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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

"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?

She blinks, "ah so your saying you need a safe place to keep yer food when your not hungry?" She asks to clarify. Has no one thought to explain lunch/food keeping things to him? Recalling how things like salt and ice was oft used when someone did not have a charmed objects handy or available. root cellers and the like was what she grew up with till she was apprenticed or at her great grandparents place.

She tilts her head, yup that cinched it. He was a man out of time who needed a mentor or several minders. she sighs softly mentally and otherwise. Well it would probably be best for public safety, sanity and squeaky if she tried wouldn't it? {My Squeaky! mine.} {Down, Wolfie.}

She thought back sharply in her commanding tone and fondly. Rolling her left shoulder now was not the time or place.

"Ah I see, so what sort of things do you like to eat?" She asks and puts places to get school and other such supplies on her list of things to find. "Prehaps a lunch er food box or pail or bag might be or use." She suggests softly and half watches to see how he'd react.

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The crinkling stops and Micolash wrinkles his nose in disgust as he lowers the bag to resume whispered conversation. "I would like no food, thank you very much. Asking me to pick a favourite, honestly. Would you ask a man which poison he finds most palatable? Which finger he prefers to sever?"

He sighs and there's another shuffling and rustling, putting that coveted Doritos bag back into his pocket. "No, no, the sooner I discover how to avoid the process entirely, the better."

She blinks rapidly her eyebrows go up into her hair, oh now that wasn't good. Her fingers itched to hook him up to an iv stat. "But.. yer body ends to.. run on something for energy laddie. " She murmurs gently in reply. What was it which intellectual persons thinking they could just go on by mere force of will. Or being forgetful.

Sherlock didn't like to eat a lot if at all during cases. But he'd been getting better at least snacking where she and the others had food about. "Prehaps.. Er if I could get you something you wouldn't have to put in your mouth?" She asks that cage was likely an issue as well obviously. Hard to put things through bars and enjoy it.
"But still gives you energy?" It wasn't a permanent solution but it could help solve two problems at once.

His pale eyes go wide and he lurches forward in interest. His cage clonks onto the bookshelves separating them. He ignores this.

"I knew it!" He hisses excitedly. "The Kin has told me there was no other way to receive nourishment but by invasive means. But I knew there had to be another way!" Although his excitement doesn't blind him to doubt. Micolash narrows his eyes suspiciously as he continues, "Unless you speak of Blood ministrations. I trust I do not have to speak any further on why such a thing is verboten." What with that whole thing about some Holy Church putting corrupting Blood into the population and all. Hard to turn around on that one.

She blinks and takes a step and looks the book case over making sure no books or it itself will fall on either of them.

"ah no I don't prescribe imbuing blood to patients that's how diseases get spread without proper testing and procedure cha know." She states and shivers recalling things she'd heard of in the Land without Magic. Back home such things could wipe out villages as well. So could Evil Queens but that was another thing. "and if someone has blood loss there's a procedure but they test for any foreign err properties like that. they try and match the patients blood type as close as possible with the donor." She tries to gently explain what medical processes she could.

Hmm prehaps a liquid diet would be good for him to start on. "it's ah a salt based solution. With other things..sometimes fruit juices and broths are good when yer stomachs queasy." She wanted to be sure he was hydrated. "water too..prehaps we could find a long..straw for you..if ya don't like..um well there's a small needle and tube involved." She informs him and looks to see if theres a medical section nearby. or prehaps she could sketch something for now.

She got a small niggle of an idea forming in the back of her mind, "Ah Micolash, do you know if theres..er any trade or barter system in use around here?" She asks in a gently small tone. Her blue eyes getting big and hopeful in a puppy dog eye like manner. She did have some bakeing and other skills she could call about if she got ingredients and use of equipment etc.

He listens patiently to her explanations, but the expression in his eyes is one of faint dismay. "I-...I know what an intravenous drip is. I'm not a complete fool." Micolash, rather than being offended, is confused and concerned! Does he look stupid to others? Stupid is the very last thing he is! He ran a college, for Kosm's sake...

Instead, his exasperation is saved for this talk of water, fluids, broths. He whines, "I thought you said it would nothing I would have to swallow. The Kin is already having me choke down...awful paste-like substances. And forcing me to finish entire glasses of water!" Wow, a whole glass. That's literally torture, right? "How can anyone stand this. This grotesque ritual? Mashing things with your teeth and spit. Swallowing the mess? Feeling it go down?!" His voice gets raised a little more as he goes on but crouches lower and looks sidelong when he hears an irritated stranger's voice further away shush him. Oops.

Micolash eventually sighs and shakes his head. Better to move onto Ashlynn's question rather than dwell on the horrors of eating food and drinking liquid. "I have not...wandered terribly far that way, but I believe this Dream has a marketplace? I have heard mention of currency, but not of what sort. People seem almost compulsive in handing out things such as snacks and drink, however." Ugh, now he's thinking about eating again. What a curse.

"oh.. good. " She states after a moment and looks a mite sheepish. She wasn't sure how far advance his homeworld was after all. Or how deep in research he'd gotten etc. "Oh um sorry..didn't mean to imply you we're..at all.." She replies quickly her voice low as she winces and hunches a little. Looking hurt and as if trying to make herself smaller.

"well that depends on yer internal state..man can't live er on bread alone after all." She replies softly. She's not sure he'd get the reference but it was true after all. She wasn't apart of those..dangerous persons no not at all. A little part of her probably wished to prove that not everyone who believed in something we're bad.

She blinks, "do..er." She looks toward the sound and lowers her voice more. "prehaps you have hyper sensitivity?" She asks gently. "or..er sensory over load..or enchanted senses..that can sometime..cause such to be a discomfort." She half theorizes.

She listens and nods, making note. her ears perk up. "hmm well..if ah..ya don't wish to have them..prehaps we could come up with some way they can be of use." She half purposes and she softly puts a hand over her stomach as it gurgles. She hated to see food go to waste and not just for selfish reasons. She didn't like to beg..but she wasn't prideful enough that she wouldn't if she must. She tries to swallow back the slight hum of a canine whine that half tries to form in and escape her throat.

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"Sensory overload would be the best term for it, wouldn't it? The Kin insists I be without my cage when I am in his presence, and the world is a horrific swirl of input! Awareness that I am made of blood and bile and loathsome series of tubes and sacs, all framed in a cage of bone and flesh." His face is one of a man deeply disgusted as he drones this grim description of owning a body.

Micolash leans closer again, his cage not colliding this time, but the intensity of his eyes is a force unto itself. Every word spoken next is said with dire conviction and existential dread.

"I can. Feel. This BODY. DYING while my. Mind. SCREAMS. To ESCAPE."

The frightening gravity of this moment, however, is interrupted soon enough. The following brittle silence is broken by the gurgling of a nearby stomach.

Micolash finally blinks for the first time in minutes. "...Was that yours or mine."

She blinks her eyebrows climb again. "Ahem, well that must be very discerning , distressing. " She half spammers trying to find the right word she wants in slew of that. Yeah, Sherlock and even Molly might like a discussion that deceptive of things.

But she rather wouldn't like to focus on such during a lunch break. There was a few reasons she was a healer not a brain surgeon. She swallows, "ah things turned up to an eleven. " She murmurs sympathizing. "Sounds like a curse or a special sort of hell. " She states honestly. And worries once again if she's not far from the mark. Literally or otherwise tis not unheard of.

She glances down, and looks slightly sheepish. "Oh that's me, my tum is rather used to being filled on the regular. " She reports softly. In fact she often snacks during the course of the day, her magic and other things she needs to do taking energy. Especially as being part of StoryBrooke'S volunteer K-9 Unit.

She also has a love of food, and making it as well , the lovely smells of fresh ingredients and baking especially.

As she speaks, Micolash continues to bat his lids rapidly and blearily. Turns out keeping yours eyes open for a solid five minutes is bad for you and hurts! Life is a series of painful lessons.

He's grumbling something about curses indeed when the young lady mentions her rapid and current hunger. "Oh? An equally miserable fate, I should think. Here; a moment."

Micolash looks down again as he rummages once more in his various pockets. Who knows what he's stashed and forgotten about! Especially when it's the hated foodstuffs. Soon, both of his hands place two plastic bottles of orange juice onto the bookshelf between them! And before she might worry about how long they've been in an unstable man's coat, Ashlynn will note the bottles are still cold.

"I do not know where I got these," he mumbles, "so please do not ask."

She blinks and tilts her head trying to figure if he's being literal or dramatic.

Her eyebrows go up, "Er um thank you. " She sniffs and scans the bottles though checking to make sure there still good and just orange juice.

The seals are still whole and the bottles are not tampered with. The label is not in english or any other human language, for that matter. Lots of swirly letters, likely just spelling out the product's name. It smells like perfectly normal 100% OJ squeeze, and there's no sense of enchantment or curses on it either. Just two chilled bottles of sweet, sweet citrus.

"You may have them both," he says as he uses one spindly finger to nudge the second bottle closer to her.

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She tilts her head, but still satisfied by her scan. "Oh um thank you. " She murmurs and tucks the extra on in her cloth lunch bag inside her back pack. Before adjusting her duffle strap across her.

She softly opens the one and turns half away to take a small sip hoping to take the edge off till she could get something more substantial. Recapping the juice but keeping the one in her hand with a soft sigh.

He taps his pale fingertips on the ledge of the bookshelf between them, averting his eyes as she goes to swallow some of that juice. What book section are they in anyway? The one to his left has a swooning woman on the cover and a title that reads DAMNED: My Romance With A Holy Demon. His brow furrows in confusion before Micolash delicately reaches another single finger to just...pull that down flat. Romance sections are weird...

Oh! But that reminds him! He looks forward again though the book gap at Ashlynn. "If you need to eat, perhaps I can bring you to the Kin? He feeds ME."

She tries not to snicker or snort at the action. She was a bookworm with a bookstore. She was sort of used to the oddness of some things. Besides she lived in The Enchanted Forest for most of her life before the Dark Curse.

Check she lived in Maine, for longer technically now. Lawd.

"Oh,.. Um what's this kin person like?" She asks softly. A little shy, wary and uncertain. After all she didn't want to impose or run into trouble. She rubbed the back of her head

"Very kind. Very patient. He can travel the planes, you know. Walk freely from one to the next. He is very interested in mortal races. Why, I do not know. He insists we are wonders in and of ourselves, but I believe the novelty just hasn't worn off for him yet.

"I am sure if I took you to him, he would secure what you need. He says he is a priest for his people and therefore is very invested in helping others." Though he hopes if he does this, Abysa won't try and make HIM eat too. He did it this morning; that's enough, right?

She blinks and looks hopeful and still a little wary but prehaps..It was worth a try. "well..I suppose we could..say hello." She half hums half states in thought.

Her ears perk p at that 'priest' thing. She knew some folks in similar lines of work. Mayhaps they would get along she'd hope so she rather liked learning about new places and peoples. She missed being able to travel in truth more then just in dreams. That poem by Tennyson came to mind. She was, more than half 'sick of shadows.'

"Excellent!" He says it loud enough that there's another irritated shush from another patron, but he ignores it this time. Instead, Micolash stands up and hurries to shuffle down the row of books and around the other side. Now at last in the same aisle as Ashlynn. Though he breezes right past her, now headed for the exit.

"I'm certain he will be able to help you. He is very good at helping. Follow, follow!" Micolash gestures for Ashlynn to keep in step with him without stopping his stride.

By the time he's out into the foyer, the robot librarian has gotten all the books back onto the cart and pushed over to where they belong, which is the returns desk. The second it spots that cage, though, it looks up, ear panels quivering. Micolash ignores the bot, but it doesn't stop it from doing the universal 'I'm watching you' gesture; pointing two fingers at its optics, then at Micolash.

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