Streets, A midnight afternoon

[iwouldfollowyou]

There are libraries enough in the Night Side. The ever updating, and unbound to time frame, collection of knowledge, history, science, art, magic and storytelling to fill them all, and so much more

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[teachyouwhoiam]

Carlisle is still trawling the stacks, trying to find something that draws his attention.

In book form.

He settles on something by an author he's never heard of before - Anne Perry - finding a seat somewhere within (human) earshot of Edward.

[iwouldfollowyou]

There's a stack next to him, which he keeps trading books in and out from. If he has endless time, the passing temporal minutes are too short, too concise to be able to be looking at enough of the books right now. The bonus to the frustrating is that at least he doesn't have to feign a human reading speed here.

The near desperate textual enjoyment doesn't stop him from look up and over when he feels, as well as hears, Carlisle settle. A faint amused expression turning a touch inquisitive.

[teachyouwhoiam]

I'm going to have such a problem reading mysteries from the future. Their medical insinuations and backgrounds do not make sense.

This sounds far more like a puzzle to be solved than a problem to be fixed.

[iwouldfollowyou]

Edward's lips twinged to an amused tilt.

"There's probably a section that will help with theory, direct application, or at least detailing the medical breakthroughs up until whenever it comes from."

[madeofwyn]

Wyn mumbles to herself as she wanders through the stacks. Another period-of-24-hours (can't really call it a day in the Nightside, can you?), another library - though still apparently not the one Hex is searching for. She's got several books tucked into her arms, and some of them might even be for Hex (although probably not anything called Perdido Street Station), and she's still looking for more.

Hex is somewhere to her left, already surrounded by very large books with dry-sounding titles like Epicyclical Elaborations in Sorcery and Practical and Theoretical Applications of Academic Sorcery.

[ooc: but it's a library, I had to show up! xD]

[iwouldfollowyou]

[Hee!]

It's hard to miss them, when he's growing accustom to the sound of their thoughts. Especially to them suddenly parading across his mind in the continual frustration and dedicated search of the same things.

"Afternoon."

There might be the twist of a smirk for the timed term.

[madeofwyn]

"Is it?" Wyn manages to get one hand free to check the tiny pocketwatch hanging from her necklace. "Oh, I suppose it is. Hi, Edward." she continues, shifting her books once more.

"I told you I'd remember!"

[iwouldfollowyou]

The smirk turns to a faint smile claiming his lips even if it does take another two seconds before his eyes raised from the page he was reading. "So you did. Would you like help?"

That was with a glance to the books she maneuvered.

Without the smallest move from his position.