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christ air [@ gill]

Cinna stuck around for a moment after to make sure he was able to find the folder without much difficulty, but his disposition the moment he sat down before the computer had made it interesting. He’d gone from enjoying a bit of schadenfreude to... sighs and pointed remarks? How petulant. Was he one of those technophobic sorts?..

“Yes, exactly so.”

His tone betrayed no similar offense - rather, Gill may as well have told him a fact, and he agreed with it. Still, he wasn’t oblivious to the notion that the other seemed to prefer to get to work - as the mayor’s son got up to retrieve the books, he’d left him to it in favor of digging out the phone book. Leaning over the desk, he’d popped it open over top of it, resting his cheek upon his hand. What was the carpenter's around here called again?... Oh, here it was. No, wait, they’d gone out of business ages ago. What was the new place called again?...

He was startled out of his search by a sudden ‘thump’ a few paces away. He jerked his head up, half expecting to see something broken, only to see Gill staring at him in turn from behind a stack of books. A sense of tension lingered briefly in the air as he looked between the two, putting together what had just happened... but when he opened his mouth, the tone came out as an unimpressed deadpan rather than a scream;

“...Don’t tell me you’re too weak to carry that many books properly?”

#ws:gill #ws:christ air #managing returns [ic]

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christ air [@ gill]

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Gill had a nice smile, admittedly. Sort of. Not that Cinna at all appreciated what brought it to his face, which was likely rather obvious in the unimpressed grimace plastered across his lips, but he said nothing of it. At least not out loud.

Damned civil servants. Can’t even do woodwork. He’d have to call, then.... after he finished this brief not-training session. As Gill navigated over to the library’s cataloging system - a computer at least twenty years out of date, although it was cutting edge technology as far as he knew - Cinna nodded.

“Mm-hmm.”

He strolled over and gave the chunky white box a little pat, as though trying to wake it up. He was still trying to think of a proper name for it (it was slowly working its way up to be a real member of the team!), but nothing had come to mind quite yet.

“It’s a little temperamental, but convenient. Just click the green thing in the folder labeled “Records’ and put everything in the listings there.”

All in all, it was a little counterproductive sometimes, but he had been suggested to ‘modernize’ by one of the libraries that they’d partnered with. He wasn’t sure how modern this was, but at least it allowed him to ‘e-mail’ once he’d gotten it going. Though, that reminded him.

“... If it stops suddenly, just write everything down and I’ll add it later. Just don’t click the blue ‘E’, whatever you do. It is...”

How would he describe that ungodly shriek that seemed to echo off every wall? It was almost too alien to be compared to an animal; the first (and last) time he’d heard it he’d nearly fell out of his chair. Still, saying it was eerie would probably make it too enticing not to click. He pursed his lips for a moment in thought before eventually settling on what he hoped was an adequate description;

“...useless.”

As appealing as the ‘Internet’ was in its infinite wisdom, it processed requests far too slowly to be used day-to-day. If only they had something faster... Well, no matter.

“The returns are either in the locked cupboard behind the slot on the desk, or in the little box by the slot near the window. Need me to show you?”

#why not both #wc:christ air #wc:gill #managing returns [ic]

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checking in [@ dia]

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lilyoftheabyss:

Dia nodded as she took a copy of his report to file away for later purposes, mind addled with thoughts of what could be or solutions to finding a way further down into the abyss. Her mind always filled like this when it came to the centerpiece of the island.

Though she broke from her thoughts when Cinna asked her the important question.

“…that may or may not be true.” It most definitely was true, and a few researchers would be quick to confirm Cinna’s concerns. Doctor Jin certainly had an earful for her when she got dragged to his office again.

“I have been taking more breaks though.” She gave him a half hearted smile, standing from her desk, “And… well I have been working on my health. Somewhat.”

Training with the facility was definitely one way to get exercise. Though she had been more sore lately, “You don’t need to worry.”

But of course he’d worry. She knew he’d worry. But she liked Cinna all the same.

Well, she’d certainly called his reaction, unbeknownst to Cinna himself.

The crease in his brow became more pronounced at the notion that she was ‘somewhat’ working on her health, and found himself folding his arms as she’d continued to speak. He’d been kind enough to let her finish - he wouldn’t deny her that much - but all in all, he’d found himself squinting, bubbling with even more concern than when he’d asked the question in the first place. That was... far too vague a response for his liking. All of this was.

“Define ‘more’. More than once a week?”

He held up a single finger and pointed to the ceiling with the hand holding the report as though for emphasis. He had never really fancied himself the lecturing sort, but apparently he wasn’t quite above being fussy quite yet. His palm tilted lower until he was pointing towards her instead.

“When was the last time you had a full day off?”

#ws:dia #ws:checking in

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booked up [@ jin]

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therulesofjin:

It had been a long time since Jin had gotten a true day off between all of his work. It had been longer still since he’d been able to enjoy being in one of his favorite places in town: the library. Today, he was going to make a day of it.

He smiled as he pushed open the door to the library. He was a little puzzled by the apparent lack of clerk at the front desk, but Cinna soon peered up over the books. “Hello-“ He glanced over the desk, searching for a name plate or something of the sort- “Cinna. There is no need to be so formal. Please, just call me Jin.” He didn’t particularly want to be reminded of all of his responsibilities today.

He hummed, glancing over all of the new arrivals. “No, I do not think I had anything in particular in mind.“ This was his version of a bit of spontaneity, after all. Yep. Coming to the library without a specific goal was about as spicy as his daily scheduling got.

“Might I bother you for a recommendation? It looks like you have a lot of new arrivals.“

As Jin wordlessly searched the desk until he found some indicator of his name, Cinna raised an eyebrow. Not one for subtleties, was he?... Although that didn’t matter overmuch, but the fact that he didn’t just fall back on avoiding terms of address altogether was a little amusing. Not enough to get a noise out of him, mind you, but enough that he relaxed his stiffened posture a bit. Admittedly, he wasn’t a fan of doctors - all they’d ever seemed to bring was bad news -.but, off hours, this ‘Jin’ was just a man. Given that he’d offered his name rather than just accepting the title, he certainly had every right to be treated the same as anyone else.

...Even if he was eyeing up his new releases with a little too much interest for his liking. As he followed his gaze to his pile of sorted books, he felt almost a draconian urge to selfishly defend his newly obtained horde - he hadn’t READ any of them yet, how was he supposed to recommend one properly!?- but he held that back in the depths of his mind. Be nice.

“Of course.”

Cinna forced himself to hide his reluctance as he took a few steps back to allow Jin freer access to the collection himself, raising a hand to rub at his chin as he considered the titles from where he stood. He somehow doubted that the man had read everything in the library - perhaps he could get away with suggesting something they’d already had in.

“Any preference of genre? Our collection can accommodate just about any taste.”

#wc:jin #wc:booked up

activity check [7/28]

Earnings

Passed Check [+1500G] First Job [+2000G] Second Job [+1000G] New Tumblr Threads (Up to 3): [+3000G]

Expenses: –Research Guild Housing [-125G] Food [-1000G]

Total Earnings: 6375 G

Total Cash: 6960 G + 6375 G = 13,335G

#ws:money #ws:activity

big dolomite energy [@abigail]

@amethyst-energy

Well, this wasn’t good.

Perhaps thinking that was belittling the situation - NOTHING about working with the ARG was good, really, save for the company of certain coworkers - but today was particularly terrible. Unspeakably awful, even - so terrible that he did not wish to burden the lead researcher with anything of it’s nature.

For, you see, someone had stolen his dinner. For the third night in a row.

He didn’t know who, he didn’t know where - all he knew was that what was there was now gone from the fridge, and leaving labels to ward them off such as “POISON” and “EXPERIMENTAL SANDWICH: WILL MAKE YOU UNAPPEALING TO YOUR DESIRED LOVER” had stopped working. Desperate times called for desperate measures.

He would have to reverse-engineer the theft. Unfortunately, as a man who had not committed many crimes in his life, he wasn’t sure where to start with this. Listening to rumors around the halls suggested there was someone who DID have experience with at least near-thefts, and would maybe have the moxie to get into the mind of his criminal. If she was not the criminal herself. That would be disconcerting.

But, as he poked his head around the doorway, it seemed the only way that this would get solved was if he liaisoned with this violet-haired young woman. Summoning his will, he knocked on the door gently in an effort to get her attention, clearing his throat a bit as he moved to speak;

“You are... the rock thief? The legend? I have a rather... specific request.”

#sorry if this is too silly #wc:abigail #managing returns [ic]

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christ air [@ gill]

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‘Mr Cinna’... Huh. Sounded a little odd, but whatever harvested his crops, he supposed. He’d responded with a small nod to indicate that was fine. The conversation then turned to the matter of the library’s funding.

“Surely for a wealth of knowledge such as this they would have helped with even a small portion…”

It was then, in that moment, that Gill stepped on the conversational equivalent of a landmine. The shift in Cinnabar’s expression was subtle at first, but the corner of his mouth twitched ever lower as he spoke;

“Not until the major expenses had already been covered. Apparently, there was a miscommunication that this building served to house my... private collection.”

He sniffed a bit, evidently irate at the recollection of this terrible scandal.

“Honestly, what sort of daft, back-asswards hooligan would create a public institution for the express purpose of displaying literature the public wasn’t permitted to? The sheer notion is cruel and unusual.”

Certainly, he had... closed the library once or twice to read the new arrivals... but he had only abused his power twice! Only a few days over the course of seven years! That had to count for something. Still, this... probably wasn’t a topic for a new(?) employee. Cinna rubbed at the back of his neck, exhaling slowly through his nose.

“...But I digress. As for things to do, if you’re not a deft hand at woodwork...”

He gestured vaguely towards the ladder as he paused briefly, taking a cursory glance over behind the desk. The sheet he had been using to keep track of his ladder-surfing times taunted him. Crashing likely meant that the last one didn’t count - pity, that. He’d been going pretty fast, too.

“...We had a few returns this morning that still need to be cataloged and re-shelved... but beyond that, just keeping an eye on the front in case someone requires assistance.”

Tuesday was hardly the day everyone was rushing out to rent things, after all.

#ws:gill #wc:christ air #managing returns [ic]

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christ air [@ gill]

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Well, when he worded it like that, it sounded like Gill had his poor clerk assassinated for the express purpose of taking his place. For a split second, Cinna squinted a little. He’d already worked here? When? The Royal Ibis branch had been closed for years before he’d stepped in. Unless he meant he’d worked in the library of one of the schools?... or maybe Gill had been “hired” by City Hall during one of his research benders and no one had bothered to tell him.

God, he felt old right now. Being on the floor was probably contributing to that.

“Cinna’s fine. Formality is for people who haven’t seen me airborne.”

Eventually finding the strength in his bones again to lift himself back up, he pulled himself back to his feet, suppressing the urge to wince at the stinging pain in his knees.

“As for your status... Honestly, hadn’t thought of doing otherwise.”

He brushed himself off, glancing over to the ladder... which was now dented. Ugh, he’d have to call the carpenter now, wouldn’t he? That wedge looked a little deep for him to buff out himself.

“...Your pops was a decent guy... but I don’t got a horse in that race. As I’m sure you well know, I funded revitalizing this place out of pocket for years before City Hall stepped in.”

Figures, they’d find it worthwhile again after he’d nearly rebuilt everything from the ground up and restored the collection back to a respectable level. He quirked an eyebrow in return, folding his arms.

“...Or maybe you brought it up because you wished to imply you think you deserve special treatment?”

#ws:gill #managing returns [ic]#wc:christ air #someday i will get icons

checking in [@ dia]

@lilyoftheabyss

“..and that concludes my report on what manner of fauna we might predicatively find on the lower levels. Obviously, acquiring more of the keystones would speed things up a great deal... but I doubt we would get any further intel on those from asking the disappearing door nicely.”

Cinna thumbed the edge of the paper in his hand thoughtfully, glancing from its contents to Dia. It was always just a LITTLE weird being official about this sort of thing, but it was hard to say who might be passing the door and when. Not that that... ENTIRELY mattered, but being immersed in the illusion of his research into the keystones as being solely a historical piece he’d been asked to look into helped him forget that the Abyss was out there and very much real.

Which, sometimes, he found himself very much needing in recent days. Not that he ever anticipated he COULD hide away in the library forever, but, well...

At least his old friend seemed a bit more keen on this sort of thing than he’d ever been. Which, in hindsight, was sort of amusing - with her enthusiasm for the Abyss, it was as though they’d swapped roles, almost. Even if her interest was troubling and would probably inevitably get her killed. His brow creased a bit at the thought. If she went down alone...

No, no, this was the kind of thinking he was trying to prevent. Shuffling the papers in his hand again, he internally prodded himself to find something else to fuss over... which, honestly, wasn’t particularly hard, considering who he was speaking to.

“...Also, I overheard you’ve been working yourself to the bone again.”

He frowned, tilting his head a bit. Why was it that the more important someone was - either by role or by sentiment - they managed to become of greater concern?

“You’ve been... taking breaks, yes?”

#sRY I JUST KIND OF ASSUMED DIA #lilyoftheabyss #ws:dia

christ air [@ gill]

@gildedboi

It was the third Tuesday of the month, which meant that it was time for routine maintenance in the library. His assistant clerk was also off today, as far as he knew - something that Cinna viewed as a stroke of good fortune, as it meant he could test the ladders the way they should be tested without being judged.

He had a method to it, you see, perfected after years of being the only one doing the maintenance... though it was not quite the sort of thing that would be appreciated by everyone. First, he’d shifted it back and forth to confirm it first wouldn’t immediately detach itself. After confirming it was attached properly, he would climb to the top and then back down again, listening for any creaky rungs or similar potential hazards that could endanger the staff or patrons.

Once he’d climbed back down and found it no worse for wear, he would then grip both sides of each ladder, take it to the far end of the shelf... and then, with a few quick strides, proceeded to ride it in the opposite direction towards the front door like some sort of very long, ugly skateboard. He somehow doubted that the mayor’s son would truly appreciate this sacred practice... but it really was the best way to test the wheels.

The sheet he’d been writing his best times on was just for confirmation of their efficiency. Naturally.

And so, that afternoon, while the library was empty, that was precisely what he had been doing. He’d finished with the first larger one and was partway through testing the wheels on the second when he heard the familiar jingle of the door. He hadn’t fussed it at first; at his current speed, he’d be able to see who it was within the next few-- wait. That was-- Cinna blanched.

“...Hamilton?!”

Unfortunately, that moment of distraction had prevented him from putting the tip of his foot down to slow his roll in time. Rather than coming to an easy stop, the ladder slammed against the end of the track of the case with enough force to fling him a few feet in the direction he’d been leaning. Mindful enough to shelter his head under his arms, he’d hit the ground with a winded grunt and rolled a few feet before coming to a stop a few paces away from the other man.

And then, as though nothing had happened, Cinna uncovered his head and had the audacity to look up at him from the floor as though the entire spectacle had been an intentional, calculated move on his part.

“You forget something?...or are you here as a patron?”

#i'm literally so sorry #gildedboi

booked up [@ jin]

@therulesofjin

It wasn’t very often that the library got new books before he started getting out more - typically, whatever came in before was either donation based or whatever he could acquire with his own money and have shipped out. Feeling a strange surge of duty towards the building that had sheltered him during difficult times, however, he had sought to do right by it and get the Royal Ibis licensed as part of some sort of proper, recognized co-op. If he was getting an update, it only made sense that the collection should too.

And ‘updated’ it certainly was. Though the acceptance process had proved a bit cumbersome, it was immensely satisfying once he had entered the exchange properly and received about three new boxes of fresh content for his trouble. It was a little like the holiday season, almost - a good portion of their new stock had been made up of recent releases from authors even he hadn’t seen before. He was sort of tempted just to completely shut down the library for a few days just so he could horde them all and read through everything himself, but, well... new year, new him and all.

Well, that, and City Hall had gotten on his ass the last time he’d done that. He’d have to be good and content himself with reading the synopses of each while he labeled them for now. He’d gotten about halfway through the second box of goodies before he heard the door jingle to alert him to someone’s entry. Cinna blinked, poking his head up behind the little fortress he’d made around himself of new arrivals sorted into piles to see who it was.

“...Ah. Hello, Doctor.”

Pushing himself back from the table, he’d moved to stand, gingerly placing the book he’d just finished labeling into the appropriate pile.

“Were you looking for something particular today?”

#therulesofjin #ws:jin

he hustle [7.24]

Beginning Total: 5000 G Earned: +1960 New Total: 6960 G New Inventory: Elli Leaves x1, Daffodil x1, Lumber x5

#ws:minigame #ws:forging #ws:money #ws:logging

test

but why would

ANYONE

put

with that?

#test tag #restocking shelves [ooc]#research inquiries [ask]#about the staff [hc]#behind the counter [starter]#managing returns [ic]#filing cabinet [stats]

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