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thisavrou_log2016-01-21 08:01 pm
brosbeforeprose) wrote in thisavrou_log2016-01-21 08:01 pm
Entry tags:
reading is what?
Who: Varric Tethras, Elizabeth DeWitt, Sans, anyone else!
When: 21st Jan or some time thereabouts???
Where: Library
What: Varric finally gives in to his urges...and visits the library
Warnings: Sans and Varric being shits, probably.
Elizabeth
So he's been meaning to visit the library ever since he realised one existed on board. But here's the thing - he knows full damn well that if he goes in there, it's going to be several days worth of sleepless nights and a missed shift or two before he leaves again. If he's lucky. So he left it in favour of the whole...settling in thing.
But here he is, at long last, and all he has to do is walk in and smell the vague hint of wood and paper and leather in the air before he's grinning broadly. Somehow he hadn't realised how...bereft the air is throughout most of the ship. Lifeless. This? This is good. This is more like it.
For a moment or two, all he does is take in the sight of all this, glance along the tops of the piles of books closest to the door, take in titles that mean anything from very little to him to absolutely nothing at all. It's about then that he decides on getting some professional help (words he has said to himself before, though generally sarcastically).
The librarian, however, is nowhere to be seen, and he has no idea what Elizabeth DeWitt looks like, so he uses the best method he's got, a classic posture - that of 'helpless idiot vaguely wanders room' - and counts on her to swoop down to take pity on him. Well, not swoop. Swooping is bad.
...Damn it, he misses home.
OTA #1
He's had to start at the beginning. The wonders of the technology the ship's crew uses to understand one another became all the more fantastic to him the second he picks up the first book. He browses the shelves, reading excerpts to gauge his interest and moving on. One book's writing may be in elaborate pictographs, no spaces or punctuation, aligned so that he's reading "backwards". Another may have a clear alphabet, but with several more letters than of the languages of Thedas, arranged on the page vertically. Where he would need to pay a scholar to understand such things at home, here he can read it all at a glance, and the burst of freedom he feels looking at all of these shelves is enough to leave him a little genuinely emotional. Or maybe he's just hungry.
His idle wandering eventually brings him in sight of another crew member, maybe browsing the shelves as well, and while he wouldn't bring himself to disturb someone in the middle of reading, if all they're doing is looking he feels no shame whatsoever in stepping over to them and asking lightly, "Anything you'd recommend?"
OTA #2
First things first. Space, planets, the universe. What is it. How does it work. How long is he going to have to take out of his life to understand it.
He ends up perched on a stool with a book whose title contains a word he doesn't know the meaning of, and he's there, reading in silence, face set in concentration, for a good long while.
Wherever you are in the quiet shelves of the library, you may be surprised to hear a loud voice exclaiming,
"What the shit."
Sans
The next couple of books he picks out are fairly simple. One is a giant of a thing that easily deserves the word tome to describe it - the history of a world he doesn't recognise in name or any kind of appearance, but where it calls itself history, for him it's part far-flung future, part fiction. The other - pulp fiction. A slim detective novel, because bad fiction is a love of his, and besides - he might still learn something.
The world has changed. It's exploded outwards, it's sped on like a downhill mining cart and all he can do is hold on to the back. And trashy fiction might just be one way of doing it.
Finding a place to sit down - part of him wants a drink, something hot and alcoholic, but he has a feeling that would be frowned upon in here - he makes a beeline for an armchair that looks perfectly comfortable from the back, rounds it--
And there's a skeleton there.
"Well, look who's come rattling in." Technically, Varric is the newcomer in this situation, but who cares about accuracy. Certainly not him.
When: 21st Jan or some time thereabouts???
Where: Library
What: Varric finally gives in to his urges...and visits the library
Warnings: Sans and Varric being shits, probably.
Elizabeth
So he's been meaning to visit the library ever since he realised one existed on board. But here's the thing - he knows full damn well that if he goes in there, it's going to be several days worth of sleepless nights and a missed shift or two before he leaves again. If he's lucky. So he left it in favour of the whole...settling in thing.
But here he is, at long last, and all he has to do is walk in and smell the vague hint of wood and paper and leather in the air before he's grinning broadly. Somehow he hadn't realised how...bereft the air is throughout most of the ship. Lifeless. This? This is good. This is more like it.
For a moment or two, all he does is take in the sight of all this, glance along the tops of the piles of books closest to the door, take in titles that mean anything from very little to him to absolutely nothing at all. It's about then that he decides on getting some professional help (words he has said to himself before, though generally sarcastically).
The librarian, however, is nowhere to be seen, and he has no idea what Elizabeth DeWitt looks like, so he uses the best method he's got, a classic posture - that of 'helpless idiot vaguely wanders room' - and counts on her to swoop down to take pity on him. Well, not swoop. Swooping is bad.
...Damn it, he misses home.
OTA #1
He's had to start at the beginning. The wonders of the technology the ship's crew uses to understand one another became all the more fantastic to him the second he picks up the first book. He browses the shelves, reading excerpts to gauge his interest and moving on. One book's writing may be in elaborate pictographs, no spaces or punctuation, aligned so that he's reading "backwards". Another may have a clear alphabet, but with several more letters than of the languages of Thedas, arranged on the page vertically. Where he would need to pay a scholar to understand such things at home, here he can read it all at a glance, and the burst of freedom he feels looking at all of these shelves is enough to leave him a little genuinely emotional. Or maybe he's just hungry.
His idle wandering eventually brings him in sight of another crew member, maybe browsing the shelves as well, and while he wouldn't bring himself to disturb someone in the middle of reading, if all they're doing is looking he feels no shame whatsoever in stepping over to them and asking lightly, "Anything you'd recommend?"
OTA #2
First things first. Space, planets, the universe. What is it. How does it work. How long is he going to have to take out of his life to understand it.
He ends up perched on a stool with a book whose title contains a word he doesn't know the meaning of, and he's there, reading in silence, face set in concentration, for a good long while.
Wherever you are in the quiet shelves of the library, you may be surprised to hear a loud voice exclaiming,
"What the shit."
Sans
The next couple of books he picks out are fairly simple. One is a giant of a thing that easily deserves the word tome to describe it - the history of a world he doesn't recognise in name or any kind of appearance, but where it calls itself history, for him it's part far-flung future, part fiction. The other - pulp fiction. A slim detective novel, because bad fiction is a love of his, and besides - he might still learn something.
The world has changed. It's exploded outwards, it's sped on like a downhill mining cart and all he can do is hold on to the back. And trashy fiction might just be one way of doing it.
Finding a place to sit down - part of him wants a drink, something hot and alcoholic, but he has a feeling that would be frowned upon in here - he makes a beeline for an armchair that looks perfectly comfortable from the back, rounds it--
And there's a skeleton there.
"Well, look who's come rattling in." Technically, Varric is the newcomer in this situation, but who cares about accuracy. Certainly not him.