Killer librarians gonna librarian

[theflyingone]

I hope everyone has made permanent as many books as they could from the last space. Those you wish to make available to everyone, please fill out a card for each of them telling us with whom it can be found, and place it in a public catalog, like the one in L—The Workshop. [ Can he still call it Leonardo's Workshop if Leonardo is gone? He wants to, but that is also like putting salt in the wound. ] Alternatively, leave them with me in The Workshop and I will shelve them for you.

What we've just received may serve, but personal accounts such as ours will shed light on more than just general history. I encourage you to write your own. I have again gathered my own notes on last Jaunt. You can find them under the title January Codex. I did not have much this time around. A bit about youth culture, illegal vision technology, courier trade, artisan trade, smuggler trade, what Jason told me about a book describing how the plague began, and how... delinquents are dealt with.

I came back with a pair of long earrings, but I do not wear earrings. Would anyone care for them? They are made of feathers and painted bird skulls.

[ And lastly... ]

If I... did anything embarrassing during the Samhain festival, I apologize. For my other self. I was not myself. And drunk.

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[willyousee]

Of course. Allow me to bring it to you. Perhaps we might meet in one of the rooms in the library tower of the workshop?

[theflyingone]

Yes. Find me by the Jaunt records. We will set up where you prefer.

[ The Workshop is cluttered with neat stacks of books that still need to be shelved. Altaïr is his usual alert self. He had one Liminal changeover's time to get rid of his after-Jaunt hangover. (Damnit, Atos.) ]

Safety and peace, Alcuin.

[ Well. There had better be. In addition to his robes, he is wearing all his weapons visible in their sheaths, as is his usual habit at the beginning of every Liminal changeover. ]

[willyousee]

[ Alcuin is carrying a large sketchbook-styled book, clearly one Leonardo had made for him, and he bows. ]

Safety and peace, Mentor. I have brought my notes, and can fill in what the notes have left open in places. Shall we use one of these tables, or adjourn to a reading room for a more private conversation?

[theflyingone]

A room, if you continue calling me thus. [ His voice does not admonish, but his eyes scan the shelves more than they should, concentrating. He looks back at Alcuin as if surfacing from a brief waking dream, though he is awake as ever. ] I would like one anyway, if we are to speak in detail about the Arcana.

[ The study room at the top of the tower should do. It has a glass door, but also a blind to cover it. He takes the stairs instead of the elevator. Leonardo never did get around to telling him how to work it, and besides, it is good to stretch after sitting and reading. ]

[willyousee]

[ Alcuin waits, certain of the emptiness of the room. He knew there was no one about. When Altair leads off, he follows silently after, his feet automatically falling too lightly to make sound even on the stairs, and he is not out of breath after the climb. He makes no move to overtake Altair, even once they are on the open floor of the top level. ]

[theflyingone]

[ The stairs are silent with both their steps. Altaïr notes this as he notes everything. Either Malik's training had taken root, or...

He reaches the top study and opens the door, stepping to allow Alcuin through before closing it. The door has frosted glass, but he pulls the blind down anyway, as Leonardo had done when he'd shown him this room. He spares a fleeting glance at a bookshelf, but does not take any books from it. He gestures for Alcuin to sit at the wooden table in the center of the room, taking a seat himself. He pulls a deck of cards from his Hammerspace and sets them softly on the table. ]

I have been using these to study. They are a version of Tarocco called Rider-Waite. L—I first learned of the Arcana's parallels when I was shown these.