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[gotbottle]

Who: Martel and Rachel
What: Tea and information.
Where: The library.
When: backdated to Coardi, late afternoon.
Notes: N/A.
Warnings:THEY ARE SURROUNDED BY BOOKS OH GOD. ...I mean, nothing, so far.

Back home in California, libraries were plentiful. But they were terribly modern affairs, all glass and steel and carpet, new shelves neatly lined with books. The libraries in New York were a bit better. Some of those were actually in stone buildings and looked well lived-in.

But this library, she thinks as she steps inside, this one looks much more like the mental images she had of libraries when she read about them as a kid. It seems old, hushed, full of dusty leather tomes and serious people doing serious reading.

She goes over to the first librarian's station she sees, politely asking for Martel in hushed tones befitting the place.

Comments

[apostatised]

Martel makes a 'sort of, maybe, not quite' face, saying, "Rather the cohorts themselves became fewer and further apart."

[gotbottle]

Rachel hums thoughtfully. "That's interesting. I wonder why that happened. Why they needed fewer people as time went on. Did you see any reasons why?"

[apostatised]

"I haven't looked closely." He sips his tea before adding, "I'd hate to spoil the delight of discovery for you," in his terribly dry way. "But I've set the records aside for our perusal."

[gotbottle]

Rachel grins around the lip of her cup, mid-sip. "That's very thoughtful of you," she says back, that grin still playing at the corners of her mouth. "I'd love to see the records for myself."