G. R. Archivist

[gr-bookworm]

I had considered being less direct in my approach, to conceal my true intentions. But upon closer inspection, it seems that would be rather useless. I prefer to keep things short and direct, instead of running around in circles.

So, here I am. Gertrude Robinson. I do not care for socialising or petty vengeance. If you have nothing of value to tell me, then it is best to not say anything at all.

If you are one of my numerous enemies, I wouldn’t bother trying anything. We both know what will happen. Best to not waste your energy.

Oh, and Elias, since you’ll likely know about this somehow. Don’t try to talk to me on here. You are simultaneously deeply irritating and completely useless, and I can’t be bothered dealing with your nonsense.

Good day.

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anyway hi lol its me the ink

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warnings for: general disregard of human life, canon typical heavy topics, and possibly manipulation

green text = compulsion/knowing/general eye powers

rules:

- flirting allowed but it won’t go anywhere unless talked about ooc beforehand

- romance allowed only if we talked about it ooc beforehand

- no suggestive/sexual content, at most the kinda thing you’d get in a tma statement

- magic anons allowed, anyone allowed to interact

have fun!!

mod uses they/them

[mrartefactstorage]

[Gertrude is inspecting a Leitner.]

@gr-bookworm

[Silvester has just wrapped up a report on the blood spatter found on a recent donation - which will probably lead to nothing, the police seldom writes back with these things - and has stepped out of his office to get some air.

He spots her standing down the hall and sort of squints. She's not familiar. And she's not wearing gloves! So he's quickly walking over.]

Uhm... Sorry, can I help you?

[gr-bookworm]

[She looks up at him.]

No, I’m quite alright.

[She continues inspecting it.]

This is either disguising as something else, or I’m remembering wrong, because I swear I remember burning this…

[mrartefactstorage]

[He approaches and extends a (gloved) and to take the Leitner from her.]

You remember burning a copy of this, maybe? I can assure you none of these books have caught on fire under our care.

[Yet.]

[gr-bookworm]

No, I’m fairly sure there was only one copy of this one that was a Leitner. Unless…

[She looks at a broken part of the cover. She peels it off. It looks and sounds like skin.]

There.

[mrartefactstorage]

Ma--

[He looks at the book, then at her, and back at the book. His expression is frozen in a mix of terror and disgust. He was certain he'd already checked the spine and cover of this book when it was filed!]

Ma'am, please don't do that without gloves. Hand it to me.

[gr-bookworm]

It’s quite alright. I’ve done things like this before and worse, no need to be so concerned.

[mrartefactstorage]

I do have to be a little concerned, that's... Real human skin, barely preserved or dried. I'm surprised you are not holding maggots right now.

[gr-bookworm]

The skin was more of a mask to hide what it truly was, so it was unlikely to be something of Rot. Could I borrow this?

[mrartefactstorage]

I- I'll have to check if it was surrendered, otherwise it could cause us some issues.

[Of course it was surrendered. Most books from the collection have been almost tossed into their hands by patrons who would rather die than touch them again. But he doesn't have a clue who he's talking to, how they got in or hat they want to do. So it's best to stall however possible.]

May I ask your name first, ma'am?

[gr-bookworm]

Gertrude Robinson. I’m the Head Archivist.

[mrartefactstorage]

Y.. What?

[He feels a nervous smile forming.] That's not possible, uhm... I was told that Miss Robinson passed years ago. Quite violently. We do need your real name.

[gr-bookworm]

Is this some new form of hazing nobody told me about? If you really need proof, I do have my ID.

[mrartefactstorage]

I would- if you wouldn't mind, actually, I could use the ID.

[gr-bookworm]

[She nods and pulls out her ID. That's her, alright. Gertrude Robinson, in the flesh.]

[mrartefactstorage]

[He tries to make a discreet check of whether or not it's authentic... Ending with a nervous giggle.]

Well. I had... No idea the Head Archivist had changed. Usually those who run the departments are informed first.

[gr-bookworm]

…I have been the Head Archivist for decades. Are you new?

[mrartefactstorage]

Not particularly! And I've been running Storage for two years now, and until right now I was convinced the--

[What's the point in raising his voice?]

I'm sorry. I was clearly misinformed.

[He hands the ID back.]

[gr-bookworm]

Right. Well, I didn’t have the full picture either. I assumed Sonja was the Head of Storage.

[mrartefactstorage]

S- No, I'm sorry, my predecessor stepped down and resigned sometime before Elias selected me to take her position.

[gr-bookworm]

Hm… what year is it for you?

[mrartefactstorage]

What?

It's 2026.

[gr-bookworm]

Ah, makes sense. Glad to see the world didn’t end itself after I passed.

[mrartefactstorage]

[It takes him a second or two to fully register her words. Not as if that means he understands them, he'd very much like for the world not to end.] I didn't know ghosts could have physical IDs now.

[gr-bookworm]

Oh, no. I only time traveled, I think.

[mrartefactstorage]

[His lips thin into a line for a second before they revert back to that polite, but clearly high-strung smile. It's like he would have preferred talking to a ghost right now.] I see. So, the world should have ended when...?

[gr-bookworm]

Hopefully never.

[mrartefactstorage]

[He gives that a nod.] Goodie. And if I let you take that Leitner, how could you guarantee that it'll be returned to Storage after you travel back...?

[gr-bookworm]

If you want, I could sign a form.

[mrartefactstorage]

Huh... You'd have to sign it in the past, though, on a piece of paper that can't be lost or destroyed until 2026.

Where do-- Sorry, when do you come from?

[gr-bookworm]

2013.

[mrartefactstorage]

[Gertrude is inspecting a Leitner.]

@gr-bookworm

[Silvester has just wrapped up a report on the blood spatter found on a recent donation - which will probably lead to nothing, the police seldom writes back with these things - and has stepped out of his office to get some air.

He spots her standing down the hall and sort of squints. She's not familiar. And she's not wearing gloves! So he's quickly walking over.]

Uhm... Sorry, can I help you?

[gr-bookworm]

[She looks up at him.]

No, I’m quite alright.

[She continues inspecting it.]

This is either disguising as something else, or I’m remembering wrong, because I swear I remember burning this…

[mrartefactstorage]

[He approaches and extends a (gloved) and to take the Leitner from her.]

You remember burning a copy of this, maybe? I can assure you none of these books have caught on fire under our care.

[Yet.]

[gr-bookworm]

No, I’m fairly sure there was only one copy of this one that was a Leitner. Unless…

[She looks at a broken part of the cover. She peels it off. It looks and sounds like skin.]

There.

[mrartefactstorage]

Ma--

[He looks at the book, then at her, and back at the book. His expression is frozen in a mix of terror and disgust. He was certain he'd already checked the spine and cover of this book when it was filed!]

Ma'am, please don't do that without gloves. Hand it to me.

[gr-bookworm]

It’s quite alright. I’ve done things like this before and worse, no need to be so concerned.

[mrartefactstorage]

I do have to be a little concerned, that's... Real human skin, barely preserved or dried. I'm surprised you are not holding maggots right now.

[gr-bookworm]

The skin was more of a mask to hide what it truly was, so it was unlikely to be something of Rot. Could I borrow this?

[mrartefactstorage]

I- I'll have to check if it was surrendered, otherwise it could cause us some issues.

[Of course it was surrendered. Most books from the collection have been almost tossed into their hands by patrons who would rather die than touch them again. But he doesn't have a clue who he's talking to, how they got in or hat they want to do. So it's best to stall however possible.]

May I ask your name first, ma'am?

[gr-bookworm]

Gertrude Robinson. I’m the Head Archivist.

[mrartefactstorage]

Y.. What?

[He feels a nervous smile forming.] That's not possible, uhm... I was told that Miss Robinson passed years ago. Quite violently. We do need your real name.

[gr-bookworm]

Is this some new form of hazing nobody told me about? If you really need proof, I do have my ID.

[mrartefactstorage]

I would- if you wouldn't mind, actually, I could use the ID.

[gr-bookworm]

[She nods and pulls out her ID. That's her, alright. Gertrude Robinson, in the flesh.]

[mrartefactstorage]

[He tries to make a discreet check of whether or not it's authentic... Ending with a nervous giggle.]

Well. I had... No idea the Head Archivist had changed. Usually those who run the departments are informed first.

[gr-bookworm]

…I have been the Head Archivist for decades. Are you new?

[mrartefactstorage]

Not particularly! And I've been running Storage for two years now, and until right now I was convinced the--

[What's the point in raising his voice?]

I'm sorry. I was clearly misinformed.

[He hands the ID back.]

[gr-bookworm]

Right. Well, I didn’t have the full picture either. I assumed Sonja was the Head of Storage.

[mrartefactstorage]

S- No, I'm sorry, my predecessor stepped down and resigned sometime before Elias selected me to take her position.

[gr-bookworm]

Hm… what year is it for you?

[mrartefactstorage]

What?

It's 2026.

[gr-bookworm]

Ah, makes sense. Glad to see the world didn’t end itself after I passed.

[mrartefactstorage]

[It takes him a second or two to fully register her words. Not as if that means he understands them, he'd very much like for the world not to end.] I didn't know ghosts could have physical IDs now.

[gr-bookworm]

Oh, no. I only time traveled, I think.

[mrartefactstorage]

[His lips thin into a line for a second before they revert back to that polite, but clearly high-strung smile. It's like he would have preferred talking to a ghost right now.] I see. So, the world should have ended when...?

[gr-bookworm]

Hopefully never.

[mrartefactstorage]

[He gives that a nod.] Goodie. And if I let you take that Leitner, how could you guarantee that it'll be returned to Storage after you travel back...?

[gr-bookworm]

If you want, I could sign a form.

[mrartefactstorage]

[Gertrude is inspecting a Leitner.]

@gr-bookworm

[Silvester has just wrapped up a report on the blood spatter found on a recent donation - which will probably lead to nothing, the police seldom writes back with these things - and has stepped out of his office to get some air.

He spots her standing down the hall and sort of squints. She's not familiar. And she's not wearing gloves! So he's quickly walking over.]

Uhm... Sorry, can I help you?

[gr-bookworm]

[She looks up at him.]

No, I’m quite alright.

[She continues inspecting it.]

This is either disguising as something else, or I’m remembering wrong, because I swear I remember burning this…

[mrartefactstorage]

[He approaches and extends a (gloved) and to take the Leitner from her.]

You remember burning a copy of this, maybe? I can assure you none of these books have caught on fire under our care.

[Yet.]

[gr-bookworm]

No, I’m fairly sure there was only one copy of this one that was a Leitner. Unless…

[She looks at a broken part of the cover. She peels it off. It looks and sounds like skin.]

There.

[mrartefactstorage]

Ma--

[He looks at the book, then at her, and back at the book. His expression is frozen in a mix of terror and disgust. He was certain he'd already checked the spine and cover of this book when it was filed!]

Ma'am, please don't do that without gloves. Hand it to me.

[gr-bookworm]

It’s quite alright. I’ve done things like this before and worse, no need to be so concerned.

[mrartefactstorage]

I do have to be a little concerned, that's... Real human skin, barely preserved or dried. I'm surprised you are not holding maggots right now.

[gr-bookworm]

The skin was more of a mask to hide what it truly was, so it was unlikely to be something of Rot. Could I borrow this?

[mrartefactstorage]

I- I'll have to check if it was surrendered, otherwise it could cause us some issues.

[Of course it was surrendered. Most books from the collection have been almost tossed into their hands by patrons who would rather die than touch them again. But he doesn't have a clue who he's talking to, how they got in or hat they want to do. So it's best to stall however possible.]

May I ask your name first, ma'am?

[gr-bookworm]

Gertrude Robinson. I’m the Head Archivist.

[mrartefactstorage]

Y.. What?

[He feels a nervous smile forming.] That's not possible, uhm... I was told that Miss Robinson passed years ago. Quite violently. We do need your real name.

[gr-bookworm]

Is this some new form of hazing nobody told me about? If you really need proof, I do have my ID.

[mrartefactstorage]

I would- if you wouldn't mind, actually, I could use the ID.

[gr-bookworm]

[She nods and pulls out her ID. That's her, alright. Gertrude Robinson, in the flesh.]

[mrartefactstorage]

[He tries to make a discreet check of whether or not it's authentic... Ending with a nervous giggle.]

Well. I had... No idea the Head Archivist had changed. Usually those who run the departments are informed first.

[gr-bookworm]

…I have been the Head Archivist for decades. Are you new?

[mrartefactstorage]

Not particularly! And I've been running Storage for two years now, and until right now I was convinced the--

[What's the point in raising his voice?]

I'm sorry. I was clearly misinformed.

[He hands the ID back.]

[gr-bookworm]

Right. Well, I didn’t have the full picture either. I assumed Sonja was the Head of Storage.

[mrartefactstorage]

S- No, I'm sorry, my predecessor stepped down and resigned sometime before Elias selected me to take her position.

[gr-bookworm]

Hm… what year is it for you?

[mrartefactstorage]

What?

It's 2026.

[gr-bookworm]

Ah, makes sense. Glad to see the world didn’t end itself after I passed.

[mrartefactstorage]

[It takes him a second or two to fully register her words. Not as if that means he understands them, he'd very much like for the world not to end.] I didn't know ghosts could have physical IDs now.

[gr-bookworm]

Oh, no. I only time traveled, I think.

[mrartefactstorage]

[His lips thin into a line for a second before they revert back to that polite, but clearly high-strung smile. It's like he would have preferred talking to a ghost right now.] I see. So, the world should have ended when...?

[gr-bookworm]

Hopefully never.

[mrartefactstorage]

[Gertrude is inspecting a Leitner.]

@gr-bookworm

[Silvester has just wrapped up a report on the blood spatter found on a recent donation - which will probably lead to nothing, the police seldom writes back with these things - and has stepped out of his office to get some air.

He spots her standing down the hall and sort of squints. She's not familiar. And she's not wearing gloves! So he's quickly walking over.]

Uhm... Sorry, can I help you?

[gr-bookworm]

[She looks up at him.]

No, I’m quite alright.

[She continues inspecting it.]

This is either disguising as something else, or I’m remembering wrong, because I swear I remember burning this…

[mrartefactstorage]

[He approaches and extends a (gloved) and to take the Leitner from her.]

You remember burning a copy of this, maybe? I can assure you none of these books have caught on fire under our care.

[Yet.]

[gr-bookworm]

No, I’m fairly sure there was only one copy of this one that was a Leitner. Unless…

[She looks at a broken part of the cover. She peels it off. It looks and sounds like skin.]

There.

[mrartefactstorage]

Ma--

[He looks at the book, then at her, and back at the book. His expression is frozen in a mix of terror and disgust. He was certain he'd already checked the spine and cover of this book when it was filed!]

Ma'am, please don't do that without gloves. Hand it to me.

[gr-bookworm]

It’s quite alright. I’ve done things like this before and worse, no need to be so concerned.

[mrartefactstorage]

I do have to be a little concerned, that's... Real human skin, barely preserved or dried. I'm surprised you are not holding maggots right now.

[gr-bookworm]

The skin was more of a mask to hide what it truly was, so it was unlikely to be something of Rot. Could I borrow this?

[mrartefactstorage]

I- I'll have to check if it was surrendered, otherwise it could cause us some issues.

[Of course it was surrendered. Most books from the collection have been almost tossed into their hands by patrons who would rather die than touch them again. But he doesn't have a clue who he's talking to, how they got in or hat they want to do. So it's best to stall however possible.]

May I ask your name first, ma'am?

[gr-bookworm]

Gertrude Robinson. I’m the Head Archivist.

[mrartefactstorage]

Y.. What?

[He feels a nervous smile forming.] That's not possible, uhm... I was told that Miss Robinson passed years ago. Quite violently. We do need your real name.

[gr-bookworm]

Is this some new form of hazing nobody told me about? If you really need proof, I do have my ID.

[mrartefactstorage]

I would- if you wouldn't mind, actually, I could use the ID.

[gr-bookworm]

[She nods and pulls out her ID. That's her, alright. Gertrude Robinson, in the flesh.]

[mrartefactstorage]

[He tries to make a discreet check of whether or not it's authentic... Ending with a nervous giggle.]

Well. I had... No idea the Head Archivist had changed. Usually those who run the departments are informed first.

[gr-bookworm]

…I have been the Head Archivist for decades. Are you new?

[mrartefactstorage]

Not particularly! And I've been running Storage for two years now, and until right now I was convinced the--

[What's the point in raising his voice?]

I'm sorry. I was clearly misinformed.

[He hands the ID back.]

[gr-bookworm]

Right. Well, I didn’t have the full picture either. I assumed Sonja was the Head of Storage.

[mrartefactstorage]

S- No, I'm sorry, my predecessor stepped down and resigned sometime before Elias selected me to take her position.

[gr-bookworm]

Hm… what year is it for you?

[mrartefactstorage]

What?

It's 2026.

[gr-bookworm]

Ah, makes sense. Glad to see the world didn’t end itself after I passed.

[mrartefactstorage]

[It takes him a second or two to fully register her words. Not as if that means he understands them, he'd very much like for the world not to end.] I didn't know ghosts could have physical IDs now.

[gr-bookworm]

Oh, no. I only time traveled, I think.

[mrartefactstorage]

[Gertrude is inspecting a Leitner.]

@gr-bookworm

[Silvester has just wrapped up a report on the blood spatter found on a recent donation - which will probably lead to nothing, the police seldom writes back with these things - and has stepped out of his office to get some air.

He spots her standing down the hall and sort of squints. She's not familiar. And she's not wearing gloves! So he's quickly walking over.]

Uhm... Sorry, can I help you?

[gr-bookworm]

[She looks up at him.]

No, I’m quite alright.

[She continues inspecting it.]

This is either disguising as something else, or I’m remembering wrong, because I swear I remember burning this…

[mrartefactstorage]

[He approaches and extends a (gloved) and to take the Leitner from her.]

You remember burning a copy of this, maybe? I can assure you none of these books have caught on fire under our care.

[Yet.]

[gr-bookworm]

No, I’m fairly sure there was only one copy of this one that was a Leitner. Unless…

[She looks at a broken part of the cover. She peels it off. It looks and sounds like skin.]

There.

[mrartefactstorage]

Ma--

[He looks at the book, then at her, and back at the book. His expression is frozen in a mix of terror and disgust. He was certain he'd already checked the spine and cover of this book when it was filed!]

Ma'am, please don't do that without gloves. Hand it to me.

[gr-bookworm]

It’s quite alright. I’ve done things like this before and worse, no need to be so concerned.

[mrartefactstorage]

I do have to be a little concerned, that's... Real human skin, barely preserved or dried. I'm surprised you are not holding maggots right now.

[gr-bookworm]

The skin was more of a mask to hide what it truly was, so it was unlikely to be something of Rot. Could I borrow this?

[mrartefactstorage]

I- I'll have to check if it was surrendered, otherwise it could cause us some issues.

[Of course it was surrendered. Most books from the collection have been almost tossed into their hands by patrons who would rather die than touch them again. But he doesn't have a clue who he's talking to, how they got in or hat they want to do. So it's best to stall however possible.]

May I ask your name first, ma'am?

[gr-bookworm]

Gertrude Robinson. I’m the Head Archivist.

[mrartefactstorage]

Y.. What?

[He feels a nervous smile forming.] That's not possible, uhm... I was told that Miss Robinson passed years ago. Quite violently. We do need your real name.

[gr-bookworm]

Is this some new form of hazing nobody told me about? If you really need proof, I do have my ID.

[mrartefactstorage]

I would- if you wouldn't mind, actually, I could use the ID.

[gr-bookworm]

[She nods and pulls out her ID. That's her, alright. Gertrude Robinson, in the flesh.]

[mrartefactstorage]

[He tries to make a discreet check of whether or not it's authentic... Ending with a nervous giggle.]

Well. I had... No idea the Head Archivist had changed. Usually those who run the departments are informed first.

[gr-bookworm]

…I have been the Head Archivist for decades. Are you new?

[mrartefactstorage]

Not particularly! And I've been running Storage for two years now, and until right now I was convinced the--

[What's the point in raising his voice?]

I'm sorry. I was clearly misinformed.

[He hands the ID back.]

[gr-bookworm]

Right. Well, I didn’t have the full picture either. I assumed Sonja was the Head of Storage.

[mrartefactstorage]

S- No, I'm sorry, my predecessor stepped down and resigned sometime before Elias selected me to take her position.

[gr-bookworm]

Hm… what year is it for you?

[mrartefactstorage]

What?

It's 2026.

[gr-bookworm]

Ah, makes sense. Glad to see the world didn’t end itself after I passed.

[gr-bookworm]

[Gertrude looks at the clock. Someone scheduled to make a statement today, and they’re supposed to arrive around this time. She has paper and a tape recorder ready.]

[spiritsofholidays]

Someone knocks on the door, there seems to be whispering from multiple voices from behind the door

[gr-bookworm]

Come in.

[spiritsofholidays]

The door opens and reveals, a kid?

"Uh, hey? I'm here to give my statement"

He looks around sixteen, his probably seen better days but doesn't look terrible either, and he seems to be the only person there

[gr-bookworm]

[She nods.]

Take a seat, er… what was your name again?

[spiritsofholidays]

He sits down, and places his bag next to it

"Uhm, it's Lucas, ma'am"

[gr-bookworm]

And your last name?

[spiritsofholidays]

"..I don't have a last name"

[gr-bookworm]

Understandable. It won't be an issue, either way.

What is this regarding?

[spiritsofholidays]

"Err..different worlds? Or dimension or whatever you call it?"

They pull out a piece of paper

"I didn't know if I was suppose to write what happened and give it to you, or somethin' idk, but I already wrote it down so.."

[gr-bookworm]

Writing works, but usually we do it on archival paper. That or record it on tape.

[spiritsofholidays]

"Oh, cool? Why a tape recorder tho?"

[gr-bookworm]

Trying to record on more modern technology leads to audio issues.

[spiritsofholidays]

[That's not suspicious in the slightest]

"That's weirdly concernin', anyway, do I just give this to you and leave or?"

He gestures slightly to the paper in his hand

[gr-bookworm]

Depends on what you want. Would you like to record it?

[spiritsofholidays]

"I'm fine with whatever, if it's easier to not record it then I'm fine with that"

[gr-bookworm]

Alright then. I’ll transcribe this officially. You may go.

[spiritsofholidays]

"Oh, thanks? Bye ma'am"

He gets his bag and leaves, but you hear a voice say

"See, everything went ok"

"Ig.."

[gr-bookworm]

Who’s there?

[spiritsofholidays]

He glances at his bag way too fast

"..No one? You're probably hearing things??"

[gr-bookworm]

...Sure. Thank you for coming, and make sure to close the door on the way out.

[gr-bookworm]

[Gertrude looks at the clock. Someone scheduled to make a statement today, and they’re supposed to arrive around this time. She has paper and a tape recorder ready.]

[spiritsofholidays]

Someone knocks on the door, there seems to be whispering from multiple voices from behind the door

[gr-bookworm]

Come in.

[spiritsofholidays]

The door opens and reveals, a kid?

"Uh, hey? I'm here to give my statement"

He looks around sixteen, his probably seen better days but doesn't look terrible either, and he seems to be the only person there

[gr-bookworm]

[She nods.]

Take a seat, er… what was your name again?

[spiritsofholidays]

He sits down, and places his bag next to it

"Uhm, it's Lucas, ma'am"

[gr-bookworm]

And your last name?

[spiritsofholidays]

"..I don't have a last name"

[gr-bookworm]

Understandable. It won't be an issue, either way.

What is this regarding?

[spiritsofholidays]

"Err..different worlds? Or dimension or whatever you call it?"

They pull out a piece of paper

"I didn't know if I was suppose to write what happened and give it to you, or somethin' idk, but I already wrote it down so.."

[gr-bookworm]

Writing works, but usually we do it on archival paper. That or record it on tape.

[spiritsofholidays]

"Oh, cool? Why a tape recorder tho?"

[gr-bookworm]

Trying to record on more modern technology leads to audio issues.

[spiritsofholidays]

[That's not suspicious in the slightest]

"That's weirdly concernin', anyway, do I just give this to you and leave or?"

He gestures slightly to the paper in his hand

[gr-bookworm]

Depends on what you want. Would you like to record it?

[spiritsofholidays]

"I'm fine with whatever, if it's easier to not record it then I'm fine with that"

[gr-bookworm]

Alright then. I’ll transcribe this officially. You may go.

[spiritsofholidays]

"Oh, thanks? Bye ma'am"

He gets his bag and leaves, but you hear a voice say

"See, everything went ok"

"Ig.."

[gr-bookworm]

Who’s there?

[mrartefactstorage]

[Gertrude is inspecting a Leitner.]

@gr-bookworm

[Silvester has just wrapped up a report on the blood spatter found on a recent donation - which will probably lead to nothing, the police seldom writes back with these things - and has stepped out of his office to get some air.

He spots her standing down the hall and sort of squints. She's not familiar. And she's not wearing gloves! So he's quickly walking over.]

Uhm... Sorry, can I help you?

[gr-bookworm]

[She looks up at him.]

No, I’m quite alright.

[She continues inspecting it.]

This is either disguising as something else, or I’m remembering wrong, because I swear I remember burning this…

[mrartefactstorage]

[He approaches and extends a (gloved) and to take the Leitner from her.]

You remember burning a copy of this, maybe? I can assure you none of these books have caught on fire under our care.

[Yet.]

[gr-bookworm]

No, I’m fairly sure there was only one copy of this one that was a Leitner. Unless…

[She looks at a broken part of the cover. She peels it off. It looks and sounds like skin.]

There.

[mrartefactstorage]

Ma--

[He looks at the book, then at her, and back at the book. His expression is frozen in a mix of terror and disgust. He was certain he'd already checked the spine and cover of this book when it was filed!]

Ma'am, please don't do that without gloves. Hand it to me.

[gr-bookworm]

It’s quite alright. I’ve done things like this before and worse, no need to be so concerned.

[mrartefactstorage]

I do have to be a little concerned, that's... Real human skin, barely preserved or dried. I'm surprised you are not holding maggots right now.

[gr-bookworm]

The skin was more of a mask to hide what it truly was, so it was unlikely to be something of Rot. Could I borrow this?

[mrartefactstorage]

I- I'll have to check if it was surrendered, otherwise it could cause us some issues.

[Of course it was surrendered. Most books from the collection have been almost tossed into their hands by patrons who would rather die than touch them again. But he doesn't have a clue who he's talking to, how they got in or hat they want to do. So it's best to stall however possible.]

May I ask your name first, ma'am?

[gr-bookworm]

Gertrude Robinson. I’m the Head Archivist.

[mrartefactstorage]

Y.. What?

[He feels a nervous smile forming.] That's not possible, uhm... I was told that Miss Robinson passed years ago. Quite violently. We do need your real name.

[gr-bookworm]

Is this some new form of hazing nobody told me about? If you really need proof, I do have my ID.

[mrartefactstorage]

I would- if you wouldn't mind, actually, I could use the ID.

[gr-bookworm]

[She nods and pulls out her ID. That's her, alright. Gertrude Robinson, in the flesh.]

[mrartefactstorage]

[He tries to make a discreet check of whether or not it's authentic... Ending with a nervous giggle.]

Well. I had... No idea the Head Archivist had changed. Usually those who run the departments are informed first.

[gr-bookworm]

…I have been the Head Archivist for decades. Are you new?

[mrartefactstorage]

Not particularly! And I've been running Storage for two years now, and until right now I was convinced the--

[What's the point in raising his voice?]

I'm sorry. I was clearly misinformed.

[He hands the ID back.]

[gr-bookworm]

Right. Well, I didn’t have the full picture either. I assumed Sonja was the Head of Storage.

[mrartefactstorage]

S- No, I'm sorry, my predecessor stepped down and resigned sometime before Elias selected me to take her position.

[gr-bookworm]

Hm… what year is it for you?

[gr-bookworm]

[Gertrude looks at the clock. Someone scheduled to make a statement today, and they’re supposed to arrive around this time. She has paper and a tape recorder ready.]

[spiritsofholidays]

Someone knocks on the door, there seems to be whispering from multiple voices from behind the door

[gr-bookworm]

Come in.

[spiritsofholidays]

The door opens and reveals, a kid?

"Uh, hey? I'm here to give my statement"

He looks around sixteen, his probably seen better days but doesn't look terrible either, and he seems to be the only person there

[gr-bookworm]

[She nods.]

Take a seat, er… what was your name again?

[spiritsofholidays]

He sits down, and places his bag next to it

"Uhm, it's Lucas, ma'am"

[gr-bookworm]

And your last name?

[spiritsofholidays]

"..I don't have a last name"

[gr-bookworm]

Understandable. It won't be an issue, either way.

What is this regarding?

[spiritsofholidays]

"Err..different worlds? Or dimension or whatever you call it?"

They pull out a piece of paper

"I didn't know if I was suppose to write what happened and give it to you, or somethin' idk, but I already wrote it down so.."

[gr-bookworm]

Writing works, but usually we do it on archival paper. That or record it on tape.

[spiritsofholidays]

"Oh, cool? Why a tape recorder tho?"

[gr-bookworm]

Trying to record on more modern technology leads to audio issues.

[spiritsofholidays]

[That's not suspicious in the slightest]

"That's weirdly concernin', anyway, do I just give this to you and leave or?"

He gestures slightly to the paper in his hand

[gr-bookworm]

Depends on what you want. Would you like to record it?

[spiritsofholidays]

"I'm fine with whatever, if it's easier to not record it then I'm fine with that"

[gr-bookworm]

Alright then. I’ll transcribe this officially. You may go.

[gr-bookworm]

[Gertrude looks at the clock. Someone scheduled to make a statement today, and they’re supposed to arrive around this time. She has paper and a tape recorder ready.]

[spiritsofholidays]

Someone knocks on the door, there seems to be whispering from multiple voices from behind the door

[gr-bookworm]

Come in.

[spiritsofholidays]

The door opens and reveals, a kid?

"Uh, hey? I'm here to give my statement"

He looks around sixteen, his probably seen better days but doesn't look terrible either, and he seems to be the only person there

[gr-bookworm]

[She nods.]

Take a seat, er… what was your name again?

[spiritsofholidays]

He sits down, and places his bag next to it

"Uhm, it's Lucas, ma'am"

[gr-bookworm]

And your last name?

[spiritsofholidays]

"..I don't have a last name"

[gr-bookworm]

Understandable. It won't be an issue, either way.

What is this regarding?

[spiritsofholidays]

"Err..different worlds? Or dimension or whatever you call it?"

They pull out a piece of paper

"I didn't know if I was suppose to write what happened and give it to you, or somethin' idk, but I already wrote it down so.."

[gr-bookworm]

Writing works, but usually we do it on archival paper. That or record it on tape.

[spiritsofholidays]

"Oh, cool? Why a tape recorder tho?"

[gr-bookworm]

Trying to record on more modern technology leads to audio issues.

[spiritsofholidays]

[That's not suspicious in the slightest]

"That's weirdly concernin', anyway, do I just give this to you and leave or?"

He gestures slightly to the paper in his hand

[gr-bookworm]

Depends on what you want. Would you like to record it?

[gr-bookworm]

[Gertrude looks at the clock. Someone scheduled to make a statement today, and they’re supposed to arrive around this time. She has paper and a tape recorder ready.]

[spiritsofholidays]

Someone knocks on the door, there seems to be whispering from multiple voices from behind the door

[gr-bookworm]

Come in.

[spiritsofholidays]

The door opens and reveals, a kid?

"Uh, hey? I'm here to give my statement"

He looks around sixteen, his probably seen better days but doesn't look terrible either, and he seems to be the only person there

[gr-bookworm]

[She nods.]

Take a seat, er… what was your name again?

[spiritsofholidays]

He sits down, and places his bag next to it

"Uhm, it's Lucas, ma'am"

[gr-bookworm]

And your last name?

[spiritsofholidays]

"..I don't have a last name"

[gr-bookworm]

Understandable. It won't be an issue, either way.

What is this regarding?

[spiritsofholidays]

"Err..different worlds? Or dimension or whatever you call it?"

They pull out a piece of paper

"I didn't know if I was suppose to write what happened and give it to you, or somethin' idk, but I already wrote it down so.."

[gr-bookworm]

Writing works, but usually we do it on archival paper. That or record it on tape.

[spiritsofholidays]

"Oh, cool? Why a tape recorder tho?"

[gr-bookworm]

Trying to record on more modern technology leads to audio issues.

[mrartefactstorage]

[Gertrude is inspecting a Leitner.]

@gr-bookworm

[Silvester has just wrapped up a report on the blood spatter found on a recent donation - which will probably lead to nothing, the police seldom writes back with these things - and has stepped out of his office to get some air.

He spots her standing down the hall and sort of squints. She's not familiar. And she's not wearing gloves! So he's quickly walking over.]

Uhm... Sorry, can I help you?

[gr-bookworm]

[She looks up at him.]

No, I’m quite alright.

[She continues inspecting it.]

This is either disguising as something else, or I’m remembering wrong, because I swear I remember burning this…

[mrartefactstorage]

[He approaches and extends a (gloved) and to take the Leitner from her.]

You remember burning a copy of this, maybe? I can assure you none of these books have caught on fire under our care.

[Yet.]

[gr-bookworm]

No, I’m fairly sure there was only one copy of this one that was a Leitner. Unless…

[She looks at a broken part of the cover. She peels it off. It looks and sounds like skin.]

There.

[mrartefactstorage]

Ma--

[He looks at the book, then at her, and back at the book. His expression is frozen in a mix of terror and disgust. He was certain he'd already checked the spine and cover of this book when it was filed!]

Ma'am, please don't do that without gloves. Hand it to me.

[gr-bookworm]

It’s quite alright. I’ve done things like this before and worse, no need to be so concerned.

[mrartefactstorage]

I do have to be a little concerned, that's... Real human skin, barely preserved or dried. I'm surprised you are not holding maggots right now.

[gr-bookworm]

The skin was more of a mask to hide what it truly was, so it was unlikely to be something of Rot. Could I borrow this?

[mrartefactstorage]

I- I'll have to check if it was surrendered, otherwise it could cause us some issues.

[Of course it was surrendered. Most books from the collection have been almost tossed into their hands by patrons who would rather die than touch them again. But he doesn't have a clue who he's talking to, how they got in or hat they want to do. So it's best to stall however possible.]

May I ask your name first, ma'am?

[gr-bookworm]

Gertrude Robinson. I’m the Head Archivist.

[mrartefactstorage]

Y.. What?

[He feels a nervous smile forming.] That's not possible, uhm... I was told that Miss Robinson passed years ago. Quite violently. We do need your real name.

[gr-bookworm]

Is this some new form of hazing nobody told me about? If you really need proof, I do have my ID.

[mrartefactstorage]

I would- if you wouldn't mind, actually, I could use the ID.

[gr-bookworm]

[She nods and pulls out her ID. That's her, alright. Gertrude Robinson, in the flesh.]

[mrartefactstorage]

[He tries to make a discreet check of whether or not it's authentic... Ending with a nervous giggle.]

Well. I had... No idea the Head Archivist had changed. Usually those who run the departments are informed first.

[gr-bookworm]

…I have been the Head Archivist for decades. Are you new?

[mrartefactstorage]

Not particularly! And I've been running Storage for two years now, and until right now I was convinced the--

[What's the point in raising his voice?]

I'm sorry. I was clearly misinformed.

[He hands the ID back.]

[gr-bookworm]

Right. Well, I didn’t have the full picture either. I assumed Sonja was the Head of Storage.

[mrartefactstorage]

[Gertrude is inspecting a Leitner.]

@gr-bookworm

[Silvester has just wrapped up a report on the blood spatter found on a recent donation - which will probably lead to nothing, the police seldom writes back with these things - and has stepped out of his office to get some air.

He spots her standing down the hall and sort of squints. She's not familiar. And she's not wearing gloves! So he's quickly walking over.]

Uhm... Sorry, can I help you?

[gr-bookworm]

[She looks up at him.]

No, I’m quite alright.

[She continues inspecting it.]

This is either disguising as something else, or I’m remembering wrong, because I swear I remember burning this…

[mrartefactstorage]

[He approaches and extends a (gloved) and to take the Leitner from her.]

You remember burning a copy of this, maybe? I can assure you none of these books have caught on fire under our care.

[Yet.]

[gr-bookworm]

No, I’m fairly sure there was only one copy of this one that was a Leitner. Unless…

[She looks at a broken part of the cover. She peels it off. It looks and sounds like skin.]

There.

[mrartefactstorage]

Ma--

[He looks at the book, then at her, and back at the book. His expression is frozen in a mix of terror and disgust. He was certain he'd already checked the spine and cover of this book when it was filed!]

Ma'am, please don't do that without gloves. Hand it to me.

[gr-bookworm]

It’s quite alright. I’ve done things like this before and worse, no need to be so concerned.

[mrartefactstorage]

I do have to be a little concerned, that's... Real human skin, barely preserved or dried. I'm surprised you are not holding maggots right now.

[gr-bookworm]

The skin was more of a mask to hide what it truly was, so it was unlikely to be something of Rot. Could I borrow this?

[mrartefactstorage]

I- I'll have to check if it was surrendered, otherwise it could cause us some issues.

[Of course it was surrendered. Most books from the collection have been almost tossed into their hands by patrons who would rather die than touch them again. But he doesn't have a clue who he's talking to, how they got in or hat they want to do. So it's best to stall however possible.]

May I ask your name first, ma'am?

[gr-bookworm]

Gertrude Robinson. I’m the Head Archivist.

[mrartefactstorage]

Y.. What?

[He feels a nervous smile forming.] That's not possible, uhm... I was told that Miss Robinson passed years ago. Quite violently. We do need your real name.

[gr-bookworm]

Is this some new form of hazing nobody told me about? If you really need proof, I do have my ID.

[mrartefactstorage]

I would- if you wouldn't mind, actually, I could use the ID.

[gr-bookworm]

[She nods and pulls out her ID. That's her, alright. Gertrude Robinson, in the flesh.]

[mrartefactstorage]

[He tries to make a discreet check of whether or not it's authentic... Ending with a nervous giggle.]

Well. I had... No idea the Head Archivist had changed. Usually those who run the departments are informed first.

[gr-bookworm]

…I have been the Head Archivist for decades. Are you new?

[gr-bookworm]

[Gertrude looks at the clock. Someone scheduled to make a statement today, and they’re supposed to arrive around this time. She has paper and a tape recorder ready.]

[spiritsofholidays]

Someone knocks on the door, there seems to be whispering from multiple voices from behind the door

[gr-bookworm]

Come in.

[spiritsofholidays]

The door opens and reveals, a kid?

"Uh, hey? I'm here to give my statement"

He looks around sixteen, his probably seen better days but doesn't look terrible either, and he seems to be the only person there

[gr-bookworm]

[She nods.]

Take a seat, er… what was your name again?

[spiritsofholidays]

He sits down, and places his bag next to it

"Uhm, it's Lucas, ma'am"

[gr-bookworm]

And your last name?

[spiritsofholidays]

"..I don't have a last name"

[gr-bookworm]

Understandable. It won't be an issue, either way.

What is this regarding?

[spiritsofholidays]

"Err..different worlds? Or dimension or whatever you call it?"

They pull out a piece of paper

"I didn't know if I was suppose to write what happened and give it to you, or somethin' idk, but I already wrote it down so.."

[gr-bookworm]

Writing works, but usually we do it on archival paper. That or record it on tape.

[mrartefactstorage]

[Gertrude is inspecting a Leitner.]

@gr-bookworm

[Silvester has just wrapped up a report on the blood spatter found on a recent donation - which will probably lead to nothing, the police seldom writes back with these things - and has stepped out of his office to get some air.

He spots her standing down the hall and sort of squints. She's not familiar. And she's not wearing gloves! So he's quickly walking over.]

Uhm... Sorry, can I help you?

[gr-bookworm]

[She looks up at him.]

No, I’m quite alright.

[She continues inspecting it.]

This is either disguising as something else, or I’m remembering wrong, because I swear I remember burning this…

[mrartefactstorage]

[He approaches and extends a (gloved) and to take the Leitner from her.]

You remember burning a copy of this, maybe? I can assure you none of these books have caught on fire under our care.

[Yet.]

[gr-bookworm]

No, I’m fairly sure there was only one copy of this one that was a Leitner. Unless…

[She looks at a broken part of the cover. She peels it off. It looks and sounds like skin.]

There.

[mrartefactstorage]

Ma--

[He looks at the book, then at her, and back at the book. His expression is frozen in a mix of terror and disgust. He was certain he'd already checked the spine and cover of this book when it was filed!]

Ma'am, please don't do that without gloves. Hand it to me.

[gr-bookworm]

It’s quite alright. I’ve done things like this before and worse, no need to be so concerned.

[mrartefactstorage]

I do have to be a little concerned, that's... Real human skin, barely preserved or dried. I'm surprised you are not holding maggots right now.

[gr-bookworm]

The skin was more of a mask to hide what it truly was, so it was unlikely to be something of Rot. Could I borrow this?

[mrartefactstorage]

I- I'll have to check if it was surrendered, otherwise it could cause us some issues.

[Of course it was surrendered. Most books from the collection have been almost tossed into their hands by patrons who would rather die than touch them again. But he doesn't have a clue who he's talking to, how they got in or hat they want to do. So it's best to stall however possible.]

May I ask your name first, ma'am?

[gr-bookworm]

Gertrude Robinson. I’m the Head Archivist.

[mrartefactstorage]

Y.. What?

[He feels a nervous smile forming.] That's not possible, uhm... I was told that Miss Robinson passed years ago. Quite violently. We do need your real name.

[gr-bookworm]

Is this some new form of hazing nobody told me about? If you really need proof, I do have my ID.

[mrartefactstorage]

I would- if you wouldn't mind, actually, I could use the ID.

[gr-bookworm]

[She nods and pulls out her ID. That's her, alright. Gertrude Robinson, in the flesh.]

[mrartefactstorage]

[Gertrude is inspecting a Leitner.]

@gr-bookworm

[Silvester has just wrapped up a report on the blood spatter found on a recent donation - which will probably lead to nothing, the police seldom writes back with these things - and has stepped out of his office to get some air.

He spots her standing down the hall and sort of squints. She's not familiar. And she's not wearing gloves! So he's quickly walking over.]

Uhm... Sorry, can I help you?

[gr-bookworm]

[She looks up at him.]

No, I’m quite alright.

[She continues inspecting it.]

This is either disguising as something else, or I’m remembering wrong, because I swear I remember burning this…

[mrartefactstorage]

[He approaches and extends a (gloved) and to take the Leitner from her.]

You remember burning a copy of this, maybe? I can assure you none of these books have caught on fire under our care.

[Yet.]

[gr-bookworm]

No, I’m fairly sure there was only one copy of this one that was a Leitner. Unless…

[She looks at a broken part of the cover. She peels it off. It looks and sounds like skin.]

There.

[mrartefactstorage]

Ma--

[He looks at the book, then at her, and back at the book. His expression is frozen in a mix of terror and disgust. He was certain he'd already checked the spine and cover of this book when it was filed!]

Ma'am, please don't do that without gloves. Hand it to me.

[gr-bookworm]

It’s quite alright. I’ve done things like this before and worse, no need to be so concerned.

[mrartefactstorage]

I do have to be a little concerned, that's... Real human skin, barely preserved or dried. I'm surprised you are not holding maggots right now.

[gr-bookworm]

The skin was more of a mask to hide what it truly was, so it was unlikely to be something of Rot. Could I borrow this?

[mrartefactstorage]

I- I'll have to check if it was surrendered, otherwise it could cause us some issues.

[Of course it was surrendered. Most books from the collection have been almost tossed into their hands by patrons who would rather die than touch them again. But he doesn't have a clue who he's talking to, how they got in or hat they want to do. So it's best to stall however possible.]

May I ask your name first, ma'am?

[gr-bookworm]

Gertrude Robinson. I’m the Head Archivist.

[mrartefactstorage]

Y.. What?

[He feels a nervous smile forming.] That's not possible, uhm... I was told that Miss Robinson passed years ago. Quite violently. We do need your real name.

[gr-bookworm]

Is this some new form of hazing nobody told me about? If you really need proof, I do have my ID.