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caveofsapphires2012-04-18 06:52 pm
eagletalons) wrote in caveofsapphires2012-04-18 06:52 pm
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The images they sell are illusion & dream
WHO: Hope Estheim (Garrett Ross); OPEN!
WHAT: Once a researcher, always a researcher, and Hope's first instinct is to gather more information. So that's what he's doing.
WHERE: Library, rec hall, repair shop, temple-- as long as it's open to the public. Take your pick! ... Maybe not the bar because he wont willingly go there.
WHEN: April 18-19
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Scout the area was one of the first things Hope did upon leaving his room-- that, and find some food. But mostly scout the area to get acquainted with his surroundings. He'd scoured the list of names on the phone, but none of them were familiar (then again, it was a shot in the dark), so this was the next best thing.
Honestly, he didn't know what he was expecting by doing that except for wanting all his bases covered before he did anything outside.
Hope felt pretty naked with a weapon on his person, not even his boomerang, and he felt a bit pleased at that. It was good to know that his survival instincts hadn't faded over the years of relatively easy living.
Still. Boomerang. Gone.
Despite his unease at the situation, he forced himself to look around with a critical eye, making mental notes of his surroundings and walk like he wasn't nervous on the inside.
Sometimes though, he couldn't stop himself from actually stopping to touch whatever structure he'd find interesting, like the ceiling or the building itself. It's just all so new and different. You bet his scientist's soul is having a party despite his cool demeanor.
WHAT: Once a researcher, always a researcher, and Hope's first instinct is to gather more information. So that's what he's doing.
WHERE: Library, rec hall, repair shop, temple-- as long as it's open to the public. Take your pick! ... Maybe not the bar because he wont willingly go there.
WHEN: April 18-19
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Scout the area was one of the first things Hope did upon leaving his room-- that, and find some food. But mostly scout the area to get acquainted with his surroundings. He'd scoured the list of names on the phone, but none of them were familiar (then again, it was a shot in the dark), so this was the next best thing.
Honestly, he didn't know what he was expecting by doing that except for wanting all his bases covered before he did anything outside.
Hope felt pretty naked with a weapon on his person, not even his boomerang, and he felt a bit pleased at that. It was good to know that his survival instincts hadn't faded over the years of relatively easy living.
Still. Boomerang. Gone.
Despite his unease at the situation, he forced himself to look around with a critical eye, making mental notes of his surroundings and walk like he wasn't nervous on the inside.
Sometimes though, he couldn't stop himself from actually stopping to touch whatever structure he'd find interesting, like the ceiling or the building itself. It's just all so new and different. You bet his scientist's soul is having a party despite his cool demeanor.
Wednesday
Although in the morning he'd been certain he'd never had a brother. He'd never wanted one. And drinking only caused problems.
The City memories were slowly sitting down and making space for the Dream, but still he remembered them both - lying in a tousled bed in a shop in the City and staring at the ceiling for hours on end; walking on the chalk on a brisk day with Crowley, who was complaining he was too cold-blooded for this; getting fired (the humiliation!) and starting a business.
It was too much to handle. He went to the Library and worked; he came home. He did not talk to anyone. If he'd tried to, what would he have said?
He was walking rather aimlessly down the stacks in the Library - toward the sparse selection of paper books in the very back - when a man with a shock of startling hair walked in, looking as out of place as he felt. Aziraphale gave a wan smile and stopped for a moment, considering. Someone new?
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It's just a matter of whether this man was a visitor like himself, or a worker.
However, guesswork when it came to humans wasn't Hope's best skill. In fact, he failed miserably in interaction, so he pushed the thought out of his head and smiled a little back at the man.
Since there were no other people around (as far as he could see), he decided he'd have to take his chances to ask about the library and hope the other man knew enough about the establishment to help him out. "Hi, excuse me-- do you know where the books on history are located?"
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There was a moment of nausea, which passed relatively quickly. Blinking and straightening his vest, he nodded briefly. “Come with me,” he said, his tone as clipped and business-like as he could make it under the circumstances. Part of his mind was screaming at him about rudeness! but he couldn't be bothered. This wasn't his real job, anyway. That was waiting for him in the City.
He headed off down the stacks, not bothering to check if Hope was following.
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It was probably none of his business though, and he doubted that a stranger would take nicely to another stranger getting into their private business. However, Hope would make it a point to be a little more nice to let the man know his help was appreciated.
He followed the man through the library, taking note of where they were going and noticing that almost all of the books were electronic despite the section of paperbacks he'd met him in. Perhaps they were the only paper books left, and everything here was done through electronics, which was a shame because he still liked the feel of paper and bound books despite most everything back in Gran Pulse being on databases and such.
Once or twice he stopped to actually ogle some of the books (so much science), but moved again. He'd keep those in mind for later.
... Funny thing though, he didn't think he saw even one novel amongst the shelves.
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Still, he willed himself to relax. "Right this way," he said, less tersely than before, and walked Hope the last few steps to the history section. "Are you looking for any period of history in particular?"
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"I'm not quite sure," Hope replied, slowly walking down one aisle and peering at the books in the shelves. "I've just woken up, so I know almost next to nothing about the Cave or the Diamond City. I'm thinking this library has the information I need to get myself acquainted with the world."
Hopefully the man knew what Hope was talking about.
"Do you think there's something with all of the recorded periods here?"
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Talking about books always livened him up at least a bit, and now he met Hope's eyes. He felt slightly more clear-headed. "As far as a historical survey . . . well, I can find you something. It won't be complete. There are gaps after the Disaster."
As he pulled a few things off the shelves, he added quietly, "I woke up last week." He'd looked up all of these, too, and had written down what had been helpful, which hadn't been much. Still, hopefully they'd be more helpful to this fellow.
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The basics of this world reminded him very much of home-- something big happened, a huge, world-changing event, and those left are the ones who have to pick up the pieces. Hundreds of years later, hardly anyone knows the real story and details have been lost through time. His team was only lucky to have found recording devices of the ancient tribes during their excavation.
I woke up last week. He caught the line.
Hope offered him a small smile. If it's not easy after a week, he cant imagine it being easy months down the line. Maybe even a lifetime living in either the Cave or this mysterious City.
"I appreciate your help."
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Suspicious enough, he supposed, though without much feeling. Everything felt so . . . heavy.
He returned Hope's smile. "Well, it's my job," he said. "And if I can make things easier for anyone else . . . " He shrugged, as if the answer was obvious.
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Like us, goes unsaid. No need to rub it in faces, especially his own. He sighed again and ran a hand over the books
"Another possibility is that the records of the Disaster are in the City, and for some reason, someone neglected to make copies of them to put here." Possibly the Caretaker, but Hope knew he shouldn't jump to conclusions without data. He was a scientist and a researcher, not some policeman or soldier. "I think I can make do with what we have here, though."
He held out a hand. "Ho-- I mean, Garrett. Garrett Ross."
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He clasps the other's hand loosely, letting go quickly. "John Gates," he says, slightly more aggressively than the conversation warrants. He does want to reaffirm to himself, however, that he is John Gates. Not that other creature that he'd dreamed. That was too complicated.
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"Thanks, I'll be able to go with these. You've been a big help, Mr. Gates, even if it's your job to do so."
It's the very least he could do for the man without being a busybody, especially one who seemed as strained as him.
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He felt a little better - no less confused, but slightly more stable. Something about courtesy was tremendously grounding, not to mention gratifying. "It's been a pleasure to meet you, Garrett. I hope things become clearer for all of us soon."