[Open] Library Shenanigans
Who: Meguro Gau, Raikou Shimizu, and whoever wants to bother them.
What: Organizing and other nerding
Where: The library at the mansion.
When: Tues Oct 9, after the latest round of arrivals.
Rating and Warnings: PG-13, possible bad language?
((OOC: Log is open to anyone, new or old, but expect yelling if you try to stop Gau from organizing things his way. Feel free to start new threads and such))
The young man was pretty much throwing himself back and forth across the library floor, his movements quite quick and agile, his sock feet near-silent and his tie working its way upward under his sweater vest a bit more with each movement. Once in a while, he would stop by the table near the center of the library and grab up his cup of tea, take a single swallow of the near-cold liquid, and then throw himself back into his self-appointed task.
His self-appointed task, at the moment, had books everywhere sitting in piles on the floor, all stacked next to pieces of paper listing the titles, authors, dates, and subjects. He had debated for hours on an organization system, unsure if he should go with a more formal library format like the Dewey Decimal system or organize as if it were a personal collection, considering the size was very much in-between the two.
Of course, before he could re-shelve anything, all the shelves had to be properly dusted and cleaned, so that was in progress as well, the smell of cleaners a little less state-of-the-art than he would have chosen hanging in the room a little.
He paused in another dash to the table for a sip of his tea to pat at his partner's shoulder, without even looking at the man seated a the table, just idly offering a simple physical 'thank you' for having patience with him as he went about his business.
The library door, of course, was propped open for the purpose of airing out the place, considering all the dust flying around. And while the well-dressed young man's feet might be quiet against the floor, the sounds of books being moved in heavy piles and the occasional outbursts of "HOW CAN THERE POSSIBLY BE THIS MUCH DUST IN THE WORLD!?" made it pretty clear that something was happening.
What: Organizing and other nerding
Where: The library at the mansion.
When: Tues Oct 9, after the latest round of arrivals.
Rating and Warnings: PG-13, possible bad language?
((OOC: Log is open to anyone, new or old, but expect yelling if you try to stop Gau from organizing things his way. Feel free to start new threads and such))
The young man was pretty much throwing himself back and forth across the library floor, his movements quite quick and agile, his sock feet near-silent and his tie working its way upward under his sweater vest a bit more with each movement. Once in a while, he would stop by the table near the center of the library and grab up his cup of tea, take a single swallow of the near-cold liquid, and then throw himself back into his self-appointed task.
His self-appointed task, at the moment, had books everywhere sitting in piles on the floor, all stacked next to pieces of paper listing the titles, authors, dates, and subjects. He had debated for hours on an organization system, unsure if he should go with a more formal library format like the Dewey Decimal system or organize as if it were a personal collection, considering the size was very much in-between the two.
Of course, before he could re-shelve anything, all the shelves had to be properly dusted and cleaned, so that was in progress as well, the smell of cleaners a little less state-of-the-art than he would have chosen hanging in the room a little.
He paused in another dash to the table for a sip of his tea to pat at his partner's shoulder, without even looking at the man seated a the table, just idly offering a simple physical 'thank you' for having patience with him as he went about his business.
The library door, of course, was propped open for the purpose of airing out the place, considering all the dust flying around. And while the well-dressed young man's feet might be quiet against the floor, the sounds of books being moved in heavy piles and the occasional outbursts of "HOW CAN THERE POSSIBLY BE THIS MUCH DUST IN THE WORLD!?" made it pretty clear that something was happening.