Jan 31, 2011 21:46
[ There is a library. Its shelves are tall, almost fancifully so, leading up several floors of books, and the lights in the ceiling seem almost too far up to properly illuminate the ground level. It's musty, quiet, and currently occupied by only a single man and yourself.
He's tall, lanky, and quite absorbed in the large stack of books he's carefully moving from one table to another. It seems he's organizing, either to put them away or read them in a particular order. Other times, he sits on one of the wheeled ladders, book in his lap, and lantern in his hand. Even others, he wanders the higher levels in search of some particular tome or another.
Wherever you find him, however, Andre is working, and surprised to see someone else in the library. ]
Oh... hello! I'm afraid I don't recognize you... Is there anything I can do to help?
!dj,
steelyobserver,
!open