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Log opened 11/02/2025  -  14:16:22


Mind's Eye Barony - Library of the Deeps 

     If it were a normal structure, the Library of the Deeps would easily be three storeys. As it is, there are no specifically numbered levels, rather a smattering of crystal platforms that grow out of the crystal walls or hover at various altitudes within the dome. Most of these platforms hold one or two overstuffed chairs, or a couch, several have desks as well, if a patron has the need of one. All along the edge of the glassy dome are bookshelves that contain all manner of books, from encylopedias to textbooks, fiction to theoretical dissertations. They cover three-quarters of the wall in a semi-circle of dark wood. The organization changes each time a new Lorekeeper is brought on, and the current Lorekeeper is a sloth pooka named Terry Two Toes, who is often found within the library.
     Unlike the rest of the freehold, there is no water in here, however gravity is still variable, one might walk or hop or bounce, even floating is possible within the confines of the Library of the Deeps. Ilumination is provided by clusters of bioluminescent jellyfish that float near each of the platforms, while electric eels power a nocker-made projector where experiments in chimerical film have been collected and are available for study.
     The views outside the dome structure are of the Audience chamber to the left and the verdant green of the kelp forests. Schools of silvery fish are often seen in bands and clouds, weaving among the hundred-foot strands of kelp. Other animals can be seen as well, seals and sealions weave between the strands, the sleek bodies of sharks, slicing through the waters. And, occasionally there are glimpses of other, stranger beasts lurking near the abyss.


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Nowell              0s    Pretty, pale Sidhe boy. Green eyes, silver hair. Goth?
Lilith              8s    Pale slender goth Sluagh  beauty
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Lilith slips in n quietly
<Fae> Roque has disconnected.


Nowell is seated at one of the gently bobbing study tables, an assortment of tomes piled atop it. In his hands, he has a little leather book with torn bindings, and he is carefully sewing them back together with special thread.


Lilith steps over close enough for a whisper and does a slight curtsey. She whispers, "Congratulations. I hope I am not interrupting."


Nowell was not expecting any visitors, so Lady Black's arrival does startle him. Said startlement throws him off his rhythm and he sews into his finger, rather than the book leather. He blurts out an aggrieved "/Fuck/," then grabs a wad of cloth out of his pocket and presses it around the finger, attempting to staunch the bleeding. He then rises from his chair in order to bow to the Lady.


Lilithbows back to the Sidhe. "How is the Library suiting you? Are you familiarizing yourself with the collections?


Nowell pauses as he's bowed to. That's not typically how that works. "Somewhat," he replies, as he unwraps his finger and takes a look at it. "Mostly I am sorting Fiction. Is there something you needed me to do?"


Lilith says "I was wondering if you had found any works about Sakina or Takhisis or Dragons in general... what are you working on now?"


Nowell wipes blood off of a rather gnarly looking needle. "Repairs." He returns to his seat. "All of the information I have discovered on any of those has already been disseminated to Count Draper. Has he not shared?"


Lilith says "Has he? Not with me, yet. Would it hurt you to reiterate?"


Nowell carefully draws the needle through the leather. "As everything is either in my journal or online, yes. I do not have an eidetic memory, alas."


Lilith says "Any chance I could peruse your journal then ?"


Nowell shakes his head. "No. You're going to have to have some patience, I am afraid."


Lilith says "Apparently. How are you?"


Nowell tilts the book to examine his stitching. "Crazy, I know...it is like I am at work, or something!" He sets the book down in order to pull his sleeve up and scratch at his elbow. His tattoos still lie on his arms, frozen still, like tattoos are supposed to. "I am fine, how are you?"


Lilith says "I too am fine. May I ask a personal question?"


Nowell's ghost of a smile is quite wry. "You often do?"


Lilith says "What happened to your tattoos? They used to be delightfully animated,""


Nowell stops scratching his elbow and tugs the sleeve back down again, buttoning the cuff around his wrist. "Je ne sais pas."


Lilith says "All right."


Nowell shrugs one shoulder. "They have been frozen for at least a month. Right after all those fun times with your best friends the Squire and the Reeve."


Lilith says "I know. The Reeve, well I suppose she is one of my best friends but she's also my mother, so I would normally not describe her as a best friend"


Nowell's expression turns subtly stony, and he reaches for his taskwork. "Right about after I told Ben to just fuckin' undo me already, anyway..." he eyes the needle as he pokes it through the leather and draws the thread through, extending his arm as he does so.


Lilith says "Undoing is not really something someone... well not another kithain... does to you. Ben may be a lot of things, but he's not banal enough to Undo someone."


Nowell murmurs, "I am very well aware of how an undoing happens. And of what is required to shorten the process." He makes another stitch. It isn't master craftsmanship at all, but at least the bindings should hold. "How was your fabulous trip around the world for New Years?"


Lilith says "We ended up just going to Caliornia instead, to spend more time with our famiies . Mybe we'll chase midnight next year -I still like the idea.""


Nowell asks, "It did not once occur to you that I was hurting, and being sarcastic, when I originally asked you to tell me of your fabulous plans, back when I was eating Christmas dinner alone, on a fucking rock?"


Lilith says "That was apparent. If I knew how to help you, I would, short of metaphorically shooting myself to give you a moment of schadenfreude."


Nowell inspects his thread. "There is definitely an in-crowd, here. Be happy you are a welcome and beloved part of it. Someday I might find out what that feels like, but I am not holding my breath." He pauses. "So if it was apparent, why not ask what is hurting me?"


Lilith says "I felt you might think I was being pushy and intrusive. You seem easily offended, I imagine that whatever I did, you could find fault with it and to be unhappy with it.""


Lilith says "Not asking seemed marginally safer."


Nowell's lips curl in a wry grin. "I had just spent our last social interactions, prior to your Christmas party, being denigrated and insulted by the Reeve and the Squire. Both you and Baroness Eithne seemed to think it was perfectly fine, and I was just overreacting in being hurt and scared and insulted by it. I'd love to have someone otherr than Madame or Sir Krowes coming to my defence. But as I have no intention of ever speaking to either of them again, problem fucking solved."


You say "The Reeve and her Squire, I mean."


Lilith says "I understood who you meant. How have things been going since then?"


Nowell shrugs one shoulder. "I got a job. Mostly been talking with Lord Galchrist. I am not exactly on anyone's dancing card. Wander alone between here and the Horned Owl, hoping maybe to find people. Occasionally I do. Occasionally."


Lilith says "You're with someone now."


Nowell counters with, "Ah, but did you come here because you find me a compelling friend and confidante, or did you want my notes. Not that anyone else is sharing their research with ME, mind. I just keep working in a vacuum, doling information out to my superiors, often with no feedback."


Lilith says "Would you be interested in my research?"


Lilith says "Typically I post things if I believe they are of general interest"


Nowell states, "I tend to mostly lurk on the Circle as I just embarrass myself when I post. First I was giving information to Roque, who would just pat me on the head via email and never really communicate with me offline. Then he angered me with his treatment of Amber, so I went to the Count and the Squire, who also give me no feedback. Well, not on my work, anyway."


Nowell reminds Lilith. "You never answered my question. Did you come here because you find me a compelling friend and confidante, or did you want something from me?"


Lilith says "A little of both. My primary motivation was to check on you and see how you were doing, but I thought that might offend you, so I came up with an excuse - not that I'm not interested in books on Sakina and Takhisis, I really am, but I thought that might be an inoffensive way to come see you. And yet, here you are, offended. I can only guess that if I had gone the other way and attempted to come and socialize with you like a person, you would have rebuffed me and been suspicious, if you have been several times in the past. I don't believe there is a way to interact with you without offending you."


Nowell replies, "You are mistaking hurt and distrust for offence. I do not feel like a friend prospect to you. I feel like a project for you to fix so you can feel good about yourself."


You say "There is nothing that happens in this Duchy that you are not directly involved in. I understand the Piskey had a situation that needed Gremayre, recently?"


Lilith says "You certainly don't seem the least bit friendly. Yet you seem to regret not having more friends. Have you considered *not* pushing people away"


Lilith says "She had some simple questions that I felt were within my limited expertise"


Nowell turns his palm out towards the Sluagh. "See? You had it all well in hand. I am, as I have been concerned, utterly redundant. Stop wasting your time on such a fucking wretch as myself."


Lilith says "You have more expertise than I, especially when it comes to the Shadow Court. I can refer more people to you if you promise not to be offended."


Nowell repeats. "I am not offended. I am angry."


Lilith says "Well then if you promise not to be angered."


You say "I do not make promises lightly. I cannot guarantee that I will not be angry, ever. And I do not push everyone away. Just you and your clique."


You say "You do not see me as a person. Just a project to boost your ego and maybe use for information."


Lilith says "Interesting. Be seeing you, then."


You say "Include me on a family dinner sometime. Put your supposed interest in being friendly where your mouth is."


Lilith holds up her right hand with the thumb and index finger forming a circle.


You say "So. As I didn't have what you wanted, is there anything else you require?"


Lilith says "I dare not invite you to a family dinner for fear of you making a scene. We could have coffee at a coffeeshop if you like - I know a good one."


You say "Did I make a scene at your Christmas party?"


You say "Did I make a scene at High Tea?"


You say "Did I make a scene at my private tea with Lady Grey - not until your wife decided to interrupt."


You say "But, yes, I do SO scream and yell and throw around insult all the time. Can't take me anywhere."


Lilith says "Fiancee. Well I have an appointment, so I will be running along. Enjoy the rest of your day."


You say "Fiancee. Au revoir, then. Merci."


Lilith starts down the ramp back towards the Audience Chamber.
Lilith has left.

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