Sacramento Public Library

[Dominyk Prise]

Dominyk Prise
Presence ••• (Mischievous Eloquence) | SL •••• (Ice Blue Eyes) | Fame • (Author)
Smells like warm chocolate and cinnamon
-1 Glamour to harden the Mask

Dominyk smiled, the night hours of the library were paying off, even if it meant that he was forgoing his own paycheck, but at least people were still reading. With one grumpy lady librarian on the upper flower, he made his way through the stacks The half cart of books for returns with him as he took the elevator down.

There was something still so special about the stacks, beit be the upstairs or the downstairs, it was the smell of vellum that got to him. But that was part of the reason he had become a Librarian in the first place. It was only a sad part that the book sale hadn’t gone off as strong as he had hoped.

The extra money would have enabled some of the more interesting children’s programs possible.

When he entered the room of shelves, his thoughts went to the hedge, all the twists and turns, one could get lost here. But mostly it was the fact that the motion sensor lights were already on.

It wasn’t that weird, and the fairest shrugged as he pushed the cart down one of the two central aisles, the chocolate-cinnamon scent that floated with him spreading as he stepped.

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[RebornSeas]

Shane Daniels entered the Library, slightly thanking the forces of the universe for the Late hours. He really hadn't meant to sleep twelve hours after getting off his last shift, but his alarm clock had broken and he hadn't felt the need to replace it. He glances around then heads to the Downstairs stacks. This is the way to the Occult section, right? He wanted a second go at looking up Banshees, and well, with Written in Water closed, it was to the library! At least he made sure to change out of the shirt and pants he'd worn to sleep and into a fresh button-down and pair of dark jeans, even if he was still habitually wearing his rumpled EMS uniform jacket.

...And seeing if they've gotten the Latest Prise novel in is just a bonus. The Giant steps into the Basement and resists the instinctive ducking that normally accompanies that action. He started weaving his way through the shelves, looking to find the Occult section.

He wasn't quite sure he was on the right track, but that was okay, there was someone pushing a book cart. Shane heads over to him and clears his throat. "Um... hey, I'm trying to find the Occult section, but I don't really know where it is..."

Dominyk Prise

[Chris Wooding]

Blush of Life - Mask of Tranquility

It is not often that Chris Wooding makes his way to the Library in his free time, since he doesn't like to give books away (or back), he rather buys them. But this is a bit of an exception, since the Vala is working on his own small occult library nowadays. This is why he makes his way directly to the occult section of the Sacramento Public Library, there is so much a library can tell. Are books good, rare, and is it thus worth having certain books if a library has them as well? Or are books old and dusty, read only, then they might be more precious.

Chris wears his special study outfit, which is more a joke to himself than a real thing. He carries his shoulder bag, in it his new iPad and even normal pen and paper. He has a list of books he needs to check...

He walks around a bit, feeling a stronger Beast somewhere, Chris searches for it. Who else is here, maybe someone that can help? He turns from shelve to shelve until suddenly, 'Oh.' his voice is damped to almost a whisper, 'Good evening Mr. Grigoriev.' Might the Bishop look up, Chris will only nod as a greeting. The two are certainly not buddies, but their religions have lived in peace next to each other for the last years. Maybe showing his academic side to Sidor Grigoriev would do some good?

Chris

[Matamune]

When the hell is this going to net something?

Frankly, Alfar was beginning to get irritated. He has been in the library for about twelve hours researching ancient rituals connected with the deities of Life and such. The middle-aged man's hair is ruffled at this point and there about 20 books stock-piled all around him on top of each other and in extreme disorder.

The doctor stretches with a barely audible groan, takes five very heavy and very useless books and starts carrying them to where they belong. He is quite focused as he walks between the tables but something catches the corner of his eye. As he turns to look at @Sally Romanov the top book manages to slide off and fall right on his left foot, causing him to nearly drop the entire pile. In a spectacular feet of library acrobatics he somehow manages to keep all but one book in his hands, but that one lands squarely on Sally's table.

The book

"Oh, cr... I mean, I'm sorry. Did it hit you? Normally, I'm not that clumsy..." - the phrase starts in a normal voice, but Alfar soon lowers his voice to a library-acceptable whisper. There is genuine concern on his face.

The doctor

[Aenigma]

Aenigma had managed to escape the piles of paperwork at the museum, which had caused plenty of sleepless nights over the past couple of weeks. Well, that and the never-ending nightmares that haunted the young Warlock. Not one to really delve into the city's nightlife, he decided to take the night off and go over to the public library. He had access to esoteric tomes in his own private collection, and others could probably be found in his favorite book store; but he still enjoyed spending a quiet evening away from Awakened matters, hiding away amongst the endless stacks at Sacramento's Public Library.

That particular evening he was wearing fairly casual clothing, consisting of a pair of blue jeans, a white t-shirt and a black leather jacket that was probably a little big for his slim figure. As usual, the Warlock carried his messenger bag with him, slung over his left shoulder. Aenigma walked at a casual pace, his eyes scanning his surroundings as he kept an eye out for something that might interest him. Usually, he managed to end up on the "History" section or that which libraries tend to call the "Occult" section, something that still made him snicker silently from time to time. Eventually, he ceased to walk around and stopped by one of the shelves in the said section.

He reached for a book at random in a section covering a wide variety of esoteric topics, ranging from Buddhist practices to Goetic magics. His lips curved into a sly smirk as he noticed the title of the book in his hands.

Let's see what we've got here. High Magic? I'm guessing that means the author was under the influence while writing this...

Aenigma