Peace and Serenity? [Closed]
Characters: Linex, Angus. [Closed]
Content: Making music
Setting: Reading Room
Warnings: None so far.
Linex, like a good child, had stashed himself in the reading room and out of everyone else's hair for now.
It had been a scramble... getting the reading room cleaned and freshened while helping Phantasy with the beds. But he'd done it, and while still a bit musty, it was clean enough, and comfy. A table of sorts one could sit and draw or ponder, or review notes, had been dragged in. Several couches, after being checked for any beasties residing in them, were found suitable enough and also brought. Linex was on one now, turning each page of his book delicately as he read more about the Gimacats, his interest peaked after that bit where he'd seemed to... communicate with them had drifted back to him. His tail tip made a slow, happy swish as he turned another page, the author had a great talent with words that was for sure, as the Mod kept an ear out for guests.
There was something about this place that, while he'd come to accept being 'here', he never got used to. The quiet. He was a large city boy, used to hustle and bustle, the hum of electricity and people crammed together. It could more then a tad unnerving, to hear almost nothing. And the new people, the delegates... but that was quickly coming under control. And Linex found that pleasing and startling.
Content: Making music
Setting: Reading Room
Warnings: None so far.
Linex, like a good child, had stashed himself in the reading room and out of everyone else's hair for now.
It had been a scramble... getting the reading room cleaned and freshened while helping Phantasy with the beds. But he'd done it, and while still a bit musty, it was clean enough, and comfy. A table of sorts one could sit and draw or ponder, or review notes, had been dragged in. Several couches, after being checked for any beasties residing in them, were found suitable enough and also brought. Linex was on one now, turning each page of his book delicately as he read more about the Gimacats, his interest peaked after that bit where he'd seemed to... communicate with them had drifted back to him. His tail tip made a slow, happy swish as he turned another page, the author had a great talent with words that was for sure, as the Mod kept an ear out for guests.
There was something about this place that, while he'd come to accept being 'here', he never got used to. The quiet. He was a large city boy, used to hustle and bustle, the hum of electricity and people crammed together. It could more then a tad unnerving, to hear almost nothing. And the new people, the delegates... but that was quickly coming under control. And Linex found that pleasing and startling.