Ah, you must have a new mission and you're working on a new accent as part of your cover! Something to do with cleaning up gang violence around Vancouver, perhaps? (You seem to have a lot of that at the moment -- I sincerely hope it calms down.)
An accent Genius managed to get away from Lady Jeniver and down all the stairs to the Benthic Library without meeting anyone else, which was rather a relief for him. The library doors were a wide set of polished, panelled wooden doors that always looked as though they were probably locked, so it was a slight additional relief when they opened at a touch. He walked in to what felt like more of the gentleman's club: the room was gently lit was golden lights on wall sconces that cast pools of brighter light over green-leather, wing-backed reading chairs positioned between bookcases. The bookcases had tiny reading lights on the shelves that you need to turn on to dispel the shadows that otherwise concealed the books. The floor was thickly carpeted still so that it was actually a slight effort to lift your feet from where they sank in and walk around. A huge wooden desk that would have graced any CEO's office was directly in front of him; this was where the librarian sat in a swivel chair that might have had pretensions to be a throne: black leather with gold ornamentation on the arm-rests and corners. The room smelled of old leather, tobacco smoke (a side effect of the book restoration process) and something woody and musky that wouldn't have been out of place in an aftershave. It was warm, and hinted at privacy. "Genius," said the Librarian, who was a young, thin woman with brunette hair cut in a bob above her ears and wearing dark glasses as a subtle indicator to visitors that she was blind. "You smelled me?" he said. "How are you, Lucy?" "Something like that," said Lucy, her Australian accent emerging. Genius strongly suspected that there were spells around her desk that compensated more than adequately for a lack of conventional eyesight, and he'd been informed once, under conditions of secrecy, by Lady Jeniver that Lucy was highly skilled in mind-detection and illegilimancy. "I'm good, thank-you Genius. We have recently been granted access to the Kiz'rieh archive which has been... shall we say, spirited out of Afghanistan briefly. I have high hopes for being able to copy a lot of the material before it is returned and so provide an additional record. There are some wonderful 4th century papyri there that I have my eye on. So to speak." She giggled. "That sounds interesting," said Genius, meaning it. He would have preferred to be on the field-work side, getting access to the archive and borrowing it, but he could still appreciate it's contents and their potential value. "I'm here looking for a Committee Notebook." "Row Kappa," said Lucy, pointing to her left. "It's subdivided when you get there alphabetically by Committee name. Accented characters are in with the main character but listed after it."
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Ah, you must have a new mission and you're working on a new accent as part of your cover! Something to do with cleaning up gang violence around Vancouver, perhaps? (You seem to have a lot of that at the moment -- I sincerely hope it calms down.)
An accent
Genius managed to get away from Lady Jeniver and down all the stairs to the Benthic Library without meeting anyone else, which was rather a relief for him. The library doors were a wide set of polished, panelled wooden doors that always looked as though they were probably locked, so it was a slight additional relief when they opened at a touch. He walked in to what felt like more of the gentleman's club: the room was gently lit was golden lights on wall sconces that cast pools of brighter light over green-leather, wing-backed reading chairs positioned between bookcases. The bookcases had tiny reading lights on the shelves that you need to turn on to dispel the shadows that otherwise concealed the books. The floor was thickly carpeted still so that it was actually a slight effort to lift your feet from where they sank in and walk around. A huge wooden desk that would have graced any CEO's office was directly in front of him; this was where the librarian sat in a swivel chair that might have had pretensions to be a throne: black leather with gold ornamentation on the arm-rests and corners. The room smelled of old leather, tobacco smoke (a side effect of the book restoration process) and something woody and musky that wouldn't have been out of place in an aftershave. It was warm, and hinted at privacy.
"Genius," said the Librarian, who was a young, thin woman with brunette hair cut in a bob above her ears and wearing dark glasses as a subtle indicator to visitors that she was blind.
"You smelled me?" he said. "How are you, Lucy?"
"Something like that," said Lucy, her Australian accent emerging. Genius strongly suspected that there were spells around her desk that compensated more than adequately for a lack of conventional eyesight, and he'd been informed once, under conditions of secrecy, by Lady Jeniver that Lucy was highly skilled in mind-detection and illegilimancy. "I'm good, thank-you Genius. We have recently been granted access to the Kiz'rieh archive which has been... shall we say, spirited out of Afghanistan briefly. I have high hopes for being able to copy a lot of the material before it is returned and so provide an additional record. There are some wonderful 4th century papyri there that I have my eye on. So to speak." She giggled.
"That sounds interesting," said Genius, meaning it. He would have preferred to be on the field-work side, getting access to the archive and borrowing it, but he could still appreciate it's contents and their potential value. "I'm here looking for a Committee Notebook."
"Row Kappa," said Lucy, pointing to her left. "It's subdivided when you get there alphabetically by Committee name. Accented characters are in with the main character but listed after it."
Greg - oh good, Vancouver is making international news again for that. So exciting.
You continue to populate this world with interesting characters. I hope Genius is able to locate what he's come to find!
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