27th Death

[twisted_baroque]

[Dextera doesn't mind the new sort of insanity that Paradisa seems to be experiencing today. in fact, it reminds him of back home in less of a Everything is Trying to Kill You sort of way.

however the library is weirding him out. there are books everywhere and the shelves are stacked on top of each other - going up and up and well passed where the ceiling was supposed to be. occasionally they shake and the mute hopes that the books won't fall on him again.

carefully he makes his way around to pick out a book to try and read it but when he does find something, another book appears in it's place. curiousity getting the better of him again, Dextera pulls that one out too. another one appears again. hun. was there something inside the bookshelf that was making that happen? should he check?

....if you also happen to be in the libaray, you might hear the sound of something crashing. investigation will reveal a large pile of books with someone's arm sticking out of it.

halp?]


[ooc: open]

Comments

[cheerupemoborg]

[Hank is a having a wee bit of a different problem at the moment: for him, the whole place has turned into a stinking maze. He's been wandering for almost an hour now with no sign of a way out. He can't even fly over the shelves!

So the crash grabs his attention instantly, and there he is in a flash.]

...well, now, what do we have here...?

[twisted_baroque]

[the arm twitches when Dextera hears the voice and he tries moving but that just causes more books to fall on him.

...mind giving him a hand?]

[cheerupemoborg]

[Hank knocks a few away to get a better look at this person.]

Having fun?

[twisted_baroque]

[Dextera shakes his head. no, he really wasn't. this was the second time he's been burried under books and as much as the mute liked them, he had bad experiences being burried alive.

he's going to try climbing out of the pile, least more books try to burry him. by the way that the shelf is shaking, it may happen if he doesn't hurry up.]

[cheerupemoborg]

This is getting us nowhere.

[Hanks eyes the shelf, annoyed. With a few quick movements, he disposes of the rest of the books, sending them flying in random directions..]

[twisted_baroque]

[that's....actually enough to get Dextera moving faster, mostly because he wasn't sure if that'd bring more books down on him.

so you now have freed one frazled looking mute. good deed for the day?]

[cheerupemoborg]

[Sure, why not?]

A man of few words, aren't you?

[twisted_baroque]

[he taps his throat and shakes his head. man of no words, apparently.

give him a second to dig his journal out of that mess before writing something.]

Thank you for helping me.

[cheerupemoborg]

That explains it.

So, did you get lost too?

[twisted_baroque]

I think so. Everything changed again. It isn't a world change, is it?

[cheerupemoborg]

Oh, it's a change alright.

Just not a conventional one. Much more manic.

[twisted_baroque]

Has this happened before? I can't remember if it has.

[cheerupemoborg]

If it has, I wasn't here to witness it.

[twisted_baroque]

[Dextera frowns slightly and taps the journal with the pen.]

I hope it isn't anything bad.

[cheerupemoborg]

It wouldn't hurt to keep one's guard, considering Paradisa's track record.

[twisted_baroque]

I guess. But I hope it doesn't get any worse.

[modernholmes]

[Conan comes running in from the side. The entire mystery section seemed to have grown wings and would not stop divebombing him.]

[twisted_baroque]

[a few books slide off the pile when Dextera moves. he can't quite see what's going on, but he heard someone running.]

[modernholmes]

Conan makes a hasty turn of direction and starts trying to toss off as many books as he can before the swarm of mystery novels catches up.

[eat_me_beat_me]

[Nora comes rushing over at that crash and sees... an arm.]

Fuck! Are you okay?

[Yeah, trying to dig the poor guy out, now.]

[twisted_baroque]

[he looks fine, if a little frazzled. the mute starts pushing books away once his other arm is free. this was happening way too often for his liking.]

[eat_me_beat_me]

[Once enough books have been moved she grabs his arm and tries to help him out of the pile]

[twisted_baroque]

[soon enough Dextera is out of the pile of books and much happier for it. he smiles slightly and, after digging around in his pockets for the journal and a pen, writes something down.]

Thank you for helping me.

[eat_me_beat_me]

[She peeks over to read what he wrote and smiles at him]

You're welcome. What happened, anyway?

[twisted_baroque]

I took a book out from the bookshelf but it appeared again so I thought there might be something in there but everything fell on me.

[eat_me_beat_me]

[She looks up at the bookshelf]

This place has completely lost it, today. Have you seen the lobby?

[twisted_baroque]

I don't think I have. What does it look like?

[eat_me_beat_me]

Think staircases going every direction you can imagine. Including upside down. [she laughs] Dude, you can walk on the ceiling!

[noblefive]

[And have a SPARTAN-II standing over you. He grabs that hand and effortlessly pulls the poor guy out.]

You okay?

[You'll probably be dangling by an arm until Jorge sets you back down.]

[twisted_baroque]

[yeah, he'll dangle for awhile and not answer since he kind of needs his arm back so he could answer.]

[noblefive]

[Jorge sets the person down, looking at them slightly curiously.]

[twisted_baroque]

[and he pulls out the journal so he can write down something.]

Thank you for helping me. [he even smiles a little.]

[noblefive]

Ah.

[He can't speak. Makes sense.]

Any time. How'd that happen, anyway?

[twisted_baroque]

Whenever I pulled a book out, another one would appear. I thought there was something inside the bookself so I looked but everything feel on me.

[noblefive]

...What's with this place today?

[twisted_baroque]

I don't know, but I hope it doesn't hurt people.

[noblefive]

You and me both. I'd be out there trying to help, but I can't find the damned exit.

[twisted_baroque]

I hope there Is one.

[noblefive]

Well, if we got in, there usually should be a way out.

Keep up the hope, eh? I'm sure this place doesn't want to kill us.