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[4th_survived]

A week had passed since her arrivial in this strange village, the buildings and language familiar but the shops and minor details were all strange to her. It had taken days for her to get accustommed to her room at the inn (no..hotel), but her roommate was very lovely with a frankness that Anna appreciated and her young daughter very sweet, so she

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[13geschlachtet]

It was a cold day, granted he had seen and been through colder days with less amenities and spoils than he had back in Europe. Books had been one of the few things not handed out like candy back home, ever since his childhood.. He was told science, history, language studies, drills.. So when Anne of Cleves herself, a historical legend of his home country walked into the library and was sifting through the history section, he remained ignorant of the historical significance of the young woman as he continued to shelve books from his wooden cart a few shelves down from where she was browsing. Like he had learned ever since starting work at the library: if someone wanted something, they'd speak up, if not they'd mind their own business.

[4th_survived]

She heard someone rolling a cart and went to see where it was come from, seeing a man roll a cart of books along the aisle. As she came closer, she thought there was something familiar in his features, not in a way that she knew who he was or who he was connected with, but there was a stoicism about him that she recognized from the men in her own country-so different from how men were in England.

"Excuse me.." She tried to sound more sure of herself than she felt, as she wasn't used to speaking with men that she hadn't been introduced to first. "What sort of books do you have, there?" Though she spoke fair english and her voice was a little soft spoken, the German accent was still very obvious."

[13geschlachtet]

German girl.. German girl in a fancy dress.. Even though she didn't seem to be snooty and full of herself like so many women he had met in his past life, Hugo was still loathe to accept and treat her with any respect that was obviously due given her outfit and bearing.

Turning, he watched her face for a few moments, stern stoic face expressionless as per usual, the usual flatness to his voice. "Astrology, Curiosities, and Sciences."

[4th_survived]

She immediately looked up from the book cart to his face, her eyes wide as she recognized his accent. The books at the moment were forgotten.

"Where...are you..?" She didn't want to assume, after all, even if he spoke the accent, he might not actually be from Germany. "Where are you from?"

[faramir_hurin]

I hadn't seen her when she came in, or I would have spoken with her sooner. There are a few items sitting out in the non-fiction section that I want to put away before the children get out of school and make a bigger mess--and there she is. The clothing is not familiar to me but it's obviously from the past and very fine. Why is it not surprising that she's interested in history? That's what I looked at first.

"Hello, my lady," I greet her quietly, with a polite nod. "I am Faramir of Gondor and I work here in the library. Is there anything you needed?"

[4th_survived]

The greeting was so similar to how she would be greeted in England, and his accent was similar though not so strong. She wasn't familiar with the kingdom or country of Gondor, but for all she knew, there were a lot of countries she wasn't familiar with.

"I am Anne of Cleves," she replied back, her accent thick. "I am searching for books on..English history, but I'm afraid I do not know where to start." Or if it might be cheating, to look into her country's future.

[faramir_hurin]

"It is good to meet you, my lady. I am unfamiliar with Cleves, but I'm sure you've not heard of Gondor either. Very few here have." With her answer comes another possible complication. "I do not know proper forms of address from Cleves, so if there is something I should be calling you besides my lady, please let me know."

It's hard enough knowing what to call modern people.

"As for English history, you've found the section of books well enough. They go by number and when you've reached the ends of the section it should be obvious. Unless that is not what you meant."

Not books, subject matter.

"One of the first things I did here was begin to study history, and of many different lands. I am thinking that you are not from what I would call modern times. Did you wish to learn the history of England after your own time?" England, not Cleves. I should know Cleves, should I not?

[4th_survived]

"I was addressed as 'your grace' back in England and my country, but 'my lady' is just as acceptable." By now it was becoming old news that she wasn't of this time, and the novelty was starting to wear off, but people here were gracious enough.

"No, I am from the..fifteen hundreds, and 'yes', I would like to learn more of what happens afterward." She looked around. "And maybe a book to help me understand..you see, I'm still learning to read English."

[thru_mirrors]

Just a few aisles down from where Hugo was, Virginia was working busily reshelving her own cart full of books. However, on this particular morning, she just happened to have her tiny mp3 player tucked into the pocket of her skirt, with one ear-bud in her ear (she had to have the other ear free to hear the library patrons, after all), singing softly and dancing an awkward little jig (since no one was watching) along as Journey's "Don't Stop Believin'" began to play on her play list, shelving a book with a dramatic sway of her arm, quick twirl, or a turn of her foot.

"Just a small town girl, livin' in a lonely world..."

Shelved a book.

"She took the midnight train goin' anywhere."

Shelved another book.

"Just a city boy, born and raised in south Detroit..."

Shelved another book.

"He took the midnight train goin' anywhe---"

She stopped abruptly in her singing, with the final note coming out to be something that sounded more like "...whey--heeeeeeey..." when she discovered that she did have an audience. How long had the young

[4th_survived]

There was a lot of dancing and singing in the english court, but it was usually stylized, and there were actual musicians about. To hear the young woman singing to herself, there was nothing odd about that, nor were the jerky movements that may've been dancing (Anne herself wasn't one to judge on how to dance). What she did think strange was seeing a length of wire in the woman's head, attached to her skirt, but then she saw the other length of wire and let out a breath of relief when it was obvious that they weren't actually attached to her.

She smiled back, as it was obvious that she was just as startled. "I am, thank you." She looked at the wire. "If I may ask, what is that?"

Though it was easier to talk to a young, and clearly merry, young woman, it was obvious that English wasn't Anne's first language.

[thru_mirrors]

"Hmm? Oh! Oh this! 'Course!" It should have occurred to her that due to the time and place from whence she came, the regally dressed young woman probably has never seen an mp3 player before, let alone knew what an actual mp3 was. Taking the lone ear bud from her ear, she handed the mp3 player to the woman. "It plays music. See?" She held up one ear bud to the woman, not directly placing it in the woman's ear, since she didn't know how she might've felt about that, but held it close enough so that she could hear the music coming out of it

[4th_survived]

She spoke so fast that for a moment it was difficult for her to understand her. Anne understood 'music' though and gently took the device, and bent her head to the time circle the woman held out, her eyes widening. She could make out something like 'music' but it seemed to be a lot of screaming, and didn't sound like what her roommate would listen to.

"Ah, so, it's like a small radio, then?" She couldn't help but smile though, maybe it was the woman's demeanor, or the thought that in the future one could listen to music any time they wish and not have to pay for or suffer through awful musicians.

She nodded. "I am, and I've met Hugo. He does remind me of some of the men in my country." though even they spoke more than him.

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[clevernorthwind]

[[did you want me to tag into this with the Rochers?]]

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[4th_survived]

ooc: if you want..didn't mean to make it like I was god modding, but this was to take place on a Friday morning and I was trying to be as general as possible with a reason for Anne to go to the library instead of staying in the room.

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[clevernorthwind]

oh, it was perfect! I just wondered if you wanted to thread out them living together.

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[4th_survived]

[[sure!]]

[goldengellert]

Returning an armful of history books to their appropriate shelves himself, Gellert was finally beginning to let go, at least of the books, not the content within them. The images and stories he had uncovered would likely remain with him for the rest of his life, in this afterlife of his.

Though somewhere in the back of Gellert's mind, something familiar was beginning to pull him from his introspective focus. The sound and cadence of familiar words. German words. Or rather, English words spoken with German inflection.

When she was done speaking with a [NPC] man of no consequence, Gellert approached, for the first time in weeks, he was smiling. Bowing deeply with a grand hand flourish, Gellert did not conceal his excitement, "Good day, lovely lady!"

[[[ let's just say anything spoken in italics is German, as I have not retained all the grammar of my high school German classes and on-line translators are not always accurate ]]]

[4th_survived]

Anne found herself smiling through a blush when she was suddenly addressed in such a manner. The man was pretty enough and courteous to be part of the English court, and yet he spoke her own language-how could she not blush.

She replied with a curtsy. "And a good day to you, good sir."

[[That's fine, I've had no training in german so it's just as well.]]

[goldengellert]

"It was rude of me, I know- but I overheard you speaking. I have been quite homesick and thought to introduce myself. My name is Gellert Grindelwald. May I have the pleasure of your name?"

It was not like Gellert to be mindful of strangers, they were usually not very interesting at all. However, there was something in the woman's cadence and posture that suggested that she was someone of importance, or at least training to appear that way.

[4th_survived]

"I am Anna von Kleve,"She answered. "And I understand how you feel, Mr. Grindelwald. Though I've met a few people who speak the language, it does make me feel glad to hear a native speaker."