in which notes are found in dusty old libraries [ active | open ]
Who: Jonathan and anyone else who decides to pop in
Where: Library
When: Day 1, after noon
What: Poking around in the library, as you do. Eventually finding some sort of note.
Warnings: None...? Possible atmospheric weirdness but this is a possibly-haunted house, so.
Jonathan Crane had not been expecting to be here today, just like the rest.
He'd been momentarily disoriented by the sudden shifting of his world, and had stepped back, and without moving at all he'd slipped into the parlor of the house.
Thus far, he'd only seen two or three people, poking his way around the house with curiosity and absolutely no sense of self-preservation whatsoever. It was a fascinating old house (the doll bathroom was one he spent at least an hour in, simply inspecting the finely made things. Even when they seemed to turn to look at him when he wasn't watching, such paltry tricks held no fear for him) and one he intended to explore as much of as possible.
He'd finally ended up in the library, and now he wandered the labyrinthine corridors formed by the myriad bookshelves. He's quite content to stay here a while; there are cosy little nooks for reading in, which pleases him just as much as the immense amount of books.
Where: Library
When: Day 1, after noon
What: Poking around in the library, as you do. Eventually finding some sort of note.
Warnings: None...? Possible atmospheric weirdness but this is a possibly-haunted house, so.
Jonathan Crane had not been expecting to be here today, just like the rest.
He'd been momentarily disoriented by the sudden shifting of his world, and had stepped back, and without moving at all he'd slipped into the parlor of the house.
Thus far, he'd only seen two or three people, poking his way around the house with curiosity and absolutely no sense of self-preservation whatsoever. It was a fascinating old house (the doll bathroom was one he spent at least an hour in, simply inspecting the finely made things. Even when they seemed to turn to look at him when he wasn't watching, such paltry tricks held no fear for him) and one he intended to explore as much of as possible.
He'd finally ended up in the library, and now he wandered the labyrinthine corridors formed by the myriad bookshelves. He's quite content to stay here a while; there are cosy little nooks for reading in, which pleases him just as much as the immense amount of books.