Advice is what we ask for when we already know the answer but wish we didn't.
[Late Thursday morning]
[April 22th (day 326)]
[The Library]
Feel the need to just walk once I get out of the salon, so that’s what I do. Hands in my pockets, not thinking, just walking. I’m halfway to the Miskatonic when I realize what feels strange about walking like this: for one thing, I’m not often out in the streets before noon, and for another, I’ve left my rucksack in Verite’s bedroom. Know exactly where it is, too, beside the sofa with my coat. But I don’t need it, I tell myself. Have what’s important with me, and she said I can come back. And I think her saying that is worth something, for all she was angry when she said it. Going to try going back, at least. Have to try.
Guess I want to, too. I think about that as I duck into the café and get a cup of coffee. Don’t have any business spending the money, especially now, but I need something to clear my head so I can sort through all this. Need to figure out what happened and start making plans. Being inside sitting down makes my shoulders itch, so I take my coffee outside, but I’m not sure where to go from there. I’d like to be able to talk this out with someone, but I can’t think who. Been stepping lightly around Valmont since he got me drunk, and Miao, too, since things fell out with her and our bastard of a town doctor. Only heard bits of how it happened, and I’ve been meaning to say something to her about it, even if it’s only offering to clean his clock for her, but…not now. Not yet. Verdi’s good to talk to, but she’s all about right now. She’d take me to bed, probably, but I can’t see her giving much advice. Besides, anything I say to her has a good chance of getting told to Ri, which might work for me and might not.
Just stand in front of the café looking around for a minute, smelling the things baking across the street. Much longer and I’ll give in and go buy something sweet, just to make myself feel better. The library’s next door, though, and looks open, so I decide to poke my head in there. I can at least ask after Tarquin, and if Hermia’s there she’ll be nice to talk to. Come to that, I maybe know her well enough to ask for some advice. Have to think about that. But it’s a place to start anyway.
I don’t see anyone at first when I go in. I’ve been in here a couple times with Tarquin, but only stayed long enough to say goodbye or to collect him. The place smells like books, strange but not unpleasant. I do know to be quiet, but I wonder if I should call a hello anyway. Not sure I could manage to make it sound happy, though.
[OPEN to Hermia] [CLOSED]
[April 22th (day 326)]
[The Library]
Feel the need to just walk once I get out of the salon, so that’s what I do. Hands in my pockets, not thinking, just walking. I’m halfway to the Miskatonic when I realize what feels strange about walking like this: for one thing, I’m not often out in the streets before noon, and for another, I’ve left my rucksack in Verite’s bedroom. Know exactly where it is, too, beside the sofa with my coat. But I don’t need it, I tell myself. Have what’s important with me, and she said I can come back. And I think her saying that is worth something, for all she was angry when she said it. Going to try going back, at least. Have to try.
Guess I want to, too. I think about that as I duck into the café and get a cup of coffee. Don’t have any business spending the money, especially now, but I need something to clear my head so I can sort through all this. Need to figure out what happened and start making plans. Being inside sitting down makes my shoulders itch, so I take my coffee outside, but I’m not sure where to go from there. I’d like to be able to talk this out with someone, but I can’t think who. Been stepping lightly around Valmont since he got me drunk, and Miao, too, since things fell out with her and our bastard of a town doctor. Only heard bits of how it happened, and I’ve been meaning to say something to her about it, even if it’s only offering to clean his clock for her, but…not now. Not yet. Verdi’s good to talk to, but she’s all about right now. She’d take me to bed, probably, but I can’t see her giving much advice. Besides, anything I say to her has a good chance of getting told to Ri, which might work for me and might not.
Just stand in front of the café looking around for a minute, smelling the things baking across the street. Much longer and I’ll give in and go buy something sweet, just to make myself feel better. The library’s next door, though, and looks open, so I decide to poke my head in there. I can at least ask after Tarquin, and if Hermia’s there she’ll be nice to talk to. Come to that, I maybe know her well enough to ask for some advice. Have to think about that. But it’s a place to start anyway.
I don’t see anyone at first when I go in. I’ve been in here a couple times with Tarquin, but only stayed long enough to say goodbye or to collect him. The place smells like books, strange but not unpleasant. I do know to be quiet, but I wonder if I should call a hello anyway. Not sure I could manage to make it sound happy, though.
[OPEN to Hermia] [CLOSED]