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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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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?

( 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.

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.

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."

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.

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?"

"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.

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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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."

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.

"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."

"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."

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.

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