Welcome Log ⬡ 02

[liburuzaina]

	Welcome to The Library! Welcome, everyone, to the Library! As you wander your way in, wake up at a desk, or descend an elevator, the library's ambiance is, well... the same as it always is. Comforting-but-not. Warm-but-cold. Empty-but-populated. And, as always, there are certain things going on that just might make settling in a little easier. Information Desk ⬡ Maps At the Information Desk, there will be a large stack of looseleaf graph paper and a surplus of pencils, to more easily enable anyone who wishes to draw their own map of the library. The pencils will only be able to write on blank paper given to characters by library activities, and not on any of the books. ⬡ Stationery Next to the graph paper, there will be a stack of blank notebooks and a haphazard pile of pens. The pens will only be able to write in the notebooks, on characters' personal belongings, and on skin. All three of these items are semi-limited; somehow characters will only be able to make one stack of items as tall as they are once they've been removed from the desk. Notebooks and pens will be provided in assorted colors in shades of blue, purple, white (and grey) and teal. Cafe Menu ⬡ Seasonal Menu ⬡ Slow-cooked Mac and Cheese ⬡ Butter Chicken ⬡ Apricot and Brie Stuffed Chicken Breast With Roasted Potatoes ⬡ Rainbow Vegetarian Pad Thai With Peanuts and Basil ⬡ Chocolate Cream Pie ⬡ Classic Cheesecake ⬡ Champagne Cupcakes ⬡ Moscato Cupcakes ⬡ Champagne ⬡ Mulled Wine ⬡ Irish Coffee ⬡ Chestnut Praline Latte ⬡ Usual Menu The Cafe menu will also showcase more typical cafe fare, from teas and coffees, to standard hot chocolates, to pastries, donuts, and sandwiches. The Search Bar will also bring up whatever else characters could possibly want. Sunrise Room ⬡ Seasonal Showings As always, movies playing at any given time are randomized, but this month there is a higher chance of movies playing with themes of new beginnings. First Floor Restrooms ⬡ Seasonal Showers This month, all complimentary toiletries will be either vanilla, blueberry pancake, or cedar scented. Ocean Floor 4 ⬡ Room 4575 Located in room 4575 on Ocean Floor 4 will be a large table with an inordinate amount of self-help books, revolving around themes of "New Year, New You" and "New Year’s Resolution Ideas And How To Achieve Each Of Them." Alongside the books will be a stack of worksheets, asking questions about characters' goals and "resolutions" - all appearing to be photocopied haphazardly from a different book entirely. It would appear as though the intent was for there to be a somewhat therapeutic book club meeting, focused on improving oneself. In practice, the room itself somehow has taken on a somewhat oppressive air, as though there's someone staring at you and judging your life choices, even if you're alone in the room.

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Shang Qinghua

[nocannobb]

a. cafe
How hype is Shang Qinghua not to be stuck in his own book anymore? So very. Sure, it was nice being able to gaze upon the chiseled features of his super hot OC on a daily basis, but it was sort of tempered by the beatings he received from said OC also on a daily basis. He's not going to think too hard about the implications of transmigrating a second time, especially since the omnipresent System that made his life miserable seems to be gone here. Instead, he IMMEDIATELY goes to look for his own book in the library but finds it, huh, missing. Once he posts to the boards about it, he goes to make himself comfy at the cafe.

It's not that the food was bad in the universe he just left, it's just that he's spent the last few years in the Demon Realm and demons mostly eat flesh, or...rotten flesh, if they were fancy. The offerings for a human were less than ideal. Currently he has plates with butter chicken, pad thai, cheesecake and both kinds of cupcakes laid out in front of him, although he also taken up most of the rest of the table all the stationery he looted from the info desk. Does he really need that much? He does. He is taking this opportunity between shoving food into his mouth to go through the duffel bag a little more thoroughly. The change of clothes is...definitely his. He pulls out an ahegao hoodie and actually examines it thoughtfully for a moment before deciding hm...no. Better put it away for now, he's plenty warm with his flowy historically-inaccurate ancient Chinese robes right now. Kind of like seeing an old friend, though. He does have a chuckle at the t-shirt and the worn sweatpants with HUSTLE printed on the butt, though. Actually, he's tearing up a little just looking at them. It's just...it's been so long since he saw any of his old things...a man can get emotional, okay!

b. the stacks
Shang Qinghua can be found scurrying around various sections of the library looking for his book. It's not a secret what he's looking for, he already made a post about it! But hope blooms eternal, or whatever the saying is, and he's still hunting for it. He can be found poking around the following sections: erotica (where it's supposed to be), adventure, and...literary classics.

c. restrooms
Hahaha fuck yes, soap! Obviously he was clean when he woke up here, and there was perfectly good, if dated, hygiene available in his book's world (after all, the protagonist needed to be able to sensually bathe his wives after all the gratuitous sex scenes) but there is just a certain allure about suds. Yes, he is singing badly while he washes up. No, he will probably not be stopping any time soon.

d. sunrise room
Movies. This place is just the gift that keeps on giving. Having showered, he is now comfortably dressed in sweats and a t-shirt, although he still has his cultivator outer robes on over them because the Sleeves of Holding are just too convenient! He yawns his way through most of Up and eventually passes out with his face smushed against a cushion, a little bit of drool dribbling down the corner of his mouth. Later, though, he's awake and thoroughly enjoying a showing of Con Air, lounging around and taking up an entire section of the sofa like he is some kind of king. He has contemplating the possibility that he died (again) and he's either transmigrated here, or this is some weird fucked up heavenly realm. Either way, he's good here.

e. wildcard
Anything is good by me! Shang Qinghua can be found in any of the intro log areas And More. Feel free to hit me up at runawayballista to plot stuff.

a

[xiaoxiaojiu]

[You know how you can't bring food out of the cafe for some mysterious unexplained reason? Well Shen Jiu does, and with nothing better to do he's apparently decided that right now is the perfect time to test this mysterious wall.

By "test" I mean he's casually eating one tanghulu while pulling the hawthorns off another stick to toss at the entranceway. Look at them bouncing off like--okay no they don't work at all like bouncy balls, after that initial bounce they just hit the ground and roll a bit.

It's fine, he'll pick them up later. Five hour rule!

Anyway! The scent of way too many different foods wafting from a certain table catches his attention, following which he sees the funny-looking clothes and wanders over.]

Those clothes sure look weird. You're not gonna wear them, are you?

b.

[spalten]

[ casually stumbling into him in the erotica section, vidar is reading a book with the utmost seriousness, or would have been the utmost seriousness if one can see his face behind the mask.

he gives a slight hum as he reads it, his voice sounding like a low buzzing behind the mask. when he starts talking, his voice takes on a more robotic timbre thanks to the mask itself. ]

Ah, hm. I wouldn't give someone such a terrible pet name in bed, but okay.

[ he closes the book and shoves it back into the shelf. it's then that he notices someone else is here. vidar looks down at the man and tilts his head inquisitively. ]

Hello. Am I in your way?

a.

[victorytune]

Ichiban is almost incapable of minding his own damn business, especially when he sees someone in what looks like distress. He approaches cautiously, his hands in his pockets. This... is ominous, as he looks like a thug. The gold necklace, the suit, the musculature... But he immediately betrays himself with how gently he asks,

"Hey, you alright there, man?"

vidar (ota)

[spalten]

THE CAFE
[ happy new year. vidar is in the cafe drinking mulled wine and poring over a few books on the table with some pen and paper from the information desk. he's taking the time to eat his cupcake as he looks over the books.

it appears that he's got several on warfare. vidar's drawing the schematic of a fighter jet engine on the paper. ]

How quaint. And here I thought we phased these out already.


LOUNGE

[ vidar is playing chess in one of the tables. it seems he's been there for a while. after white moves, vidar lets out a sigh and leans against the chair, crossing his legs as he contemplates another move. ]

Nothing like a magic library to let me know I've been so rusty in my game.

[ if you're around him, he'll gesture to the other chair - ] Want to try?


WILDCARD

[ anything else you want, just send me a message. ]

lounge

[bowfaire]

(He's checking out the games shelf, reading the titles of the different board games. He recognizes a few of the more traditional ones! Checkers, chess, and backgammon, for example. Others? Not so much but with names like "Battleship" and "Clue" who wouldn't be interested?

He looks up when he hears Vidar speak. He isn't going to say anything until he's actually addressed,)

What? Trying to polish off on the first person you meet?

(He heard you were rusty!! Also, this isn't a "no.")

the cafe

[pragmatism]

[ The cafe is quiet at this time of the day, and the relative silence helps to settle his emotions. Zhongli doesn't approach Vidar directly, instead going to the counter to get some tea. The Library's ability to bring up the exact blend he requested for puts him in an amiable mood, which is why he picks the table next to Vidar to sit down and pour himself a cup from the teapot.

He doesn't expect to be spoken to right away, which is why he raises one eyebrow for a moment before replying. ]

Phasing what out, pray tell?

lounge

[infreefall]

[ she's been eyeing some of the chess games from afar up to now, but never trying to play herself. it's weird how the pieces move on their own? it doesn't make much sense at first glance, but vidar's comment explains it easily enough, and she offers him a sheepish smile when addressed. ]

It's chess, right? I've never played... I don't know how. The library must be pretty good if you lost, though, huh?

Lounge

[her_rose_is_red]

[Ib has seen a chess set before, but never actually tried playing. Still, a game is a game and that's more fun than sitting around.]

How do you play? Is it hard?

cafe!

[lifespanned]

"Phased out...?"

[ Misa's sharing the table with him more out of necessity than anything else— there's a lot of new people around, afterall. It doesn't seem like she could have picked a more opposite reading partner, since her reading material is much, much lighter than his. It's a gaudy magazine archived from the 2000's, more pictures than text. ]

What, you're used to spaceships or something? That jet is super high-tech!

[ you know, to her unknowledgable eyes! ]

lounge

[summonere]

[ He glances up, looking disinterested but his eyes scan the board. Whatever he sees seems to be compelling enough and he gets up to move a piece. He doesn't actually care which color Vidar was playing, they're doing something different now. Maybe it would be interesting to have a new opponent to steal your game midstream.

V sits back down in the chair across from Vidar and returns to reading, but he'll look up and move again when it's his turn. ]

➶ Claude von Riegan

[bowfaire]

A. Information Desk

(Claude rifles through the information desk. He'd been excited when he saw the lost and found box and immediately disappointed to see nothing inside it. There's really not much in the drawers either, is there? Huh. He takes out a roll of stickers and tries to stick one onto the desk. Tries. Hm. It sticks to his fingers just fine but not any surfaces? Weird.

Hearing someone approaching the desk, he looks up though and leans over, holding out his hand with one sticker on his finger,)

Here you go.

(Take the sticker.)

B. Lounge

(Of course he's going to try and play the library. You can learn a lot about someone by how they play chess or so maybe the same rule applies to magical, unseen entities too. He returns to see that the next move has already been made and after some consideration, makes his next move.)

... And now we wait.

(However long that takes. He doesn't mind but maybe he wants something a little faster… and he turns over to you, yes, you,)

How about a game? (He smiles (charming!) and taps one of the pieces on the board,) It'll be fun.

C. Room 4575

( Claude spins in his rolling chair lazily. He has a worksheet in hand and he starts to read it out loud,)

What would you say your "number one goal is?"

(This is now an interrogation or something.)

D. Wildcard

(Come at me! Or hit me up at eski / eski#9874 / PM.)

Room 4575!

[foulplayed]

( Of all the faces Yuri was expecting to happen across in Room 4575, nothing could have quite prepared him for a decidedly youthful-looking Claude von Riegan. Now, this is certainly interesting. After his poor behaviour over the so-called Christmas period Yuri is in need of something to distract him from his self-flagellation, and this?

Oh, yes. This will certainly do the trick. )

Well, how about that. If it isn't the Golden Deer himself.

( Yuri offers an easy smile, loosely folding his arms across his chest. )

You'll have to let me in on your secret, Claude. You don't look a day over eighteen.

( The worksheet, he ignores for the time being. As if he'd answer a question like that anyway — not when he's so suspicious as to what's going on in the first place. )

Room 4575

[infreefall]

Oh, that's easy - I want to become a pro-hero.

[ that said. canting her head to the side, she eyes the worksheets and books on the table before glancing back at claude with an amused smile. ]

But aren't you supposed to fill it out for yourself first? I don't think it was supposed to be an interview.

Information Desk

[her_rose_is_red]

Thank you.

[She can use the sticker to decorate her new notebook! It goes on the cover. In the corner so there's room for other stickers later. You have to plan ahead for the important things.]

Um, are you sure it's okay to take stuff from the drawers though? Won't they get mad?

information desk

[xiaoxiaojiu]

What're you giving it to me for? [says the kid who is totally at a sticker-loving age. Still!

Shen Jiu crosses his arms rebelliously.]

If you don't want it then just toss it or something.

chess chess chess

[savanaclaw]

[Infuriatingly, Leona had found over the course of the last... month(???)... that he liked playing the library. He wanted to hate it, wanted to brush the magic off as a simple little trick - maybe two boards were linked, and he was actually playing someone else here who thought they were playing the library - but... he'd done some cursory investigating, and no, it wasn't a simple trick, and, worse, it actually gave him a challenge.

And when you're used to not getting a challenge in something you enjoy... you go back to it. Or at least Leona does.

Unfortunately, not all the sets were enchanted, and the most reliable one... appeared to be occupied. And the asshole was now offering to play him with the sort of smile that really got under his skin for reasons he couldn't quite place.]

Hm... depends. [Grating expression or no, this guy was an unknown. Maybe he could prove a challenge, too, so Leona really can't help it that his ears just might be perked forward, and his tail juuuust might be swishing in clear curiosity.] How good are you?

c

[lifespanned]

Getting out of here, obviously!

[ Misa sing songs, sitting in a rolling chair across from him. She's not spinning around, but she does idly turn herself back and forth with the heel of her platformed shoe. Sighing an overly dramatic sigh, she then clasps her hands together. ]

Then, after that, marrying my boyfriend is my next one. [ She peeks open one eye to study him. ] Are you taking notes on everybody, or just me?

B

[victorytune]

[ Slouched in an armchair, Ichiban is absolutely catching up on some manga he wasn't able to read in prison. Goofy shounen shit that was cool 18 years ago when he was 23....... His eyebrows go up at Claude. ]

Me? You're better off playing against a toddler.

ochako uraraka

[infreefall]

★ cafe.

Are alcohol really allowed in a library...?

[ hello? would it give her a champagne cupcake if she asked? not that she's going to; ochako is a good girl, thank you very much. it's the principle of the thing! does the library even require a valid ID? ]

How are we even supposed to pay for this anyway? I don't have any money. [ muttering to herself: ] A latte can't cost that much, right?

★ sunrise room.

[ come by the sunrise room, and ochako will wave you in! there's plenty of room in here - join her! ]

Hey, come on in! I think a new one's about to start. I don't have any popcorn, but we should watch it together!

★ mountain or ocean gallery.

[ she's just. peering at all the weapons, coming just short of pressing her face to the glass. but that doesn't stop her from chatting if she hears someone else enter! ]

Weird how a library has miniature museums like this, huh? Guess it kind of makes sense, though, since they're both educational and all.

[ finally, she backs to face the newcomer with a smile. ]

Any of it look familiar to you?

★ wildcard.

[ for anything else! ochako can be found wandering the library, floating herself up to reach the top shelves, or hanging out in the lounge napping or watching the chess games unfold - i'm open to anything! ]

ocean gallery

[bowfaire]

(When he'd found the Mountain Gallery, he'd found his sword! And if his sword was here, that meant his bow had to be somewhere too. When he finds the Ocean Gallery, he knows he's in the right place though and he's ready to make a beeline right for the case when he sees someone already here.

Well. Time to play it cool.)

Dunno. (He shrugs and holds his hands neatly behind his back. He just got here!) Let's take a look.

(And he'll just saunter over next to her and... there. He recognizes his bow right away. But he doesn't say anything. Not yet. As far as she'll know, he's still looking!)

How about you?

(See anything familiar?)

emil västerström

[illequipped]

ocean floor 3 (big lounge zone)

[Or: Local tiny adventurer hoards furniture. There are few things in life Emil has wanted more in the past, hmm, year-ish than his own goddamn room with a real bed, and what do you know! This place has neither privacy nor appropriate bedroom furniture! So, things could be going better. There's a decent chance his impassioned complaining about this problem could be heard earlier-- no quiet in this library, no sir-- but now he's come up with a great plan!!

It's pushing furniture into a corner for himself. That's the plan. Himself and his One Friend (tm), because he brought that one along, but it's just Emil who's putting in the effort to push a couple of couches and the squishiest-looking armchairs into a sizeable corner of this lounge floor. He was wearing a stylish cape, now draped over the corner of one such couch to claim it, and he's working diligently on scooting his second armchair over to the same Zone. Said Zone also has a notebook sitting open on the floor that says TAKEN!!! with a scribble of what looks like a very round, very angry cat? It's a work in progress.

If you are in The Zone, he will pop his head out from behind said chair to complain:]

Hey! That's my stuff! Can't you see the sign?

[The sign... on the floor.

If you are NOT in The Zone and instead catch him on his way to pick out more furniture that is his now, or perhaps taking a break from it:]

This place is the worst.

genuinely, anywhere that isn't a bathroom

[Or: Local tiny man tries to hang up a dart board. He has one! It's fun! Probably, he's never, like, played darts on purpose before, or anything... but it's probably fun and he has one from home and so he's going to hang it up!!

Problems, immediately:

1) It's 90 years old. The dart board. It looks it.
2) Emil is like 5'5"? This thing is going up at Emil Height if he isn't helped.

He's wandering around holding up this ancient dart board in various places and humming thoughtfully for a while, too, before he realizes problem 3) How... does he hang this up, actually...

It is at this point he actually turns to seek out help, a herculean effort.]

Ummm, question... Do you think we'll get in trouble for taking one of these ugly clocks down?

[It's "we'll" now, thanks for coming.]

sunrise room

[Emil has never seen a movie before. Not important, he knows what movies are (broadly), but he has never until this moment sat down and watched one.

It's actually kind of boring, he decides. Sitting here looking at a screen? Okay? And the big deal is what, exactly? But he doesn't say anything, mercifully, despite being the exact type of person who would talk through an entire film...

Until a good fifteen, twenty minutes in, when he leans slightly towards whoever else is enjoying this Lifetime-tier flick with him.]

Soooo... what is this supposed to be teaching us, again?

[It's definitely not that kind of film, but again: broadly.]

wildcard

[hello yes i am jojoveller on plurk if you have a q]

Ocean Floor 3

[her_rose_is_red]

I was just looking at your kitty picture. It's cute.

[She does step back to have a better look at his zone. Seeing all the furniture dragged into the corner leads her to the only possible conclusion.]

Are you building a fort? Can I help?

Ib

[her_rose_is_red]

Information Desk

[Blank books and paper isn't a whole lot of information for an 'information desk,' but Ib takes one of the blank books anyway. None of the pens are her favorite color, so she goes with a blue one. After a minute of staring at the desk, and then glancing around to see if anyone is watching, she walks around to the other side of the desk. The books and papers on top of the desk were clearly for everyone, but would she get in trouble for looking in the drawers? It's not as if she's going to steal anything. She reaches out. But the memory of a rose and blood red letters on the wall has her hesitating...]

The stacks

[The library is big and there's a lot to explore. Ib is less interested in the content of the books and more in all the different rooms and hallways and twists and turns. She's spending a lot of time checking the ends of hallways and corners, almost as if she expects hidden doors or passages. A lot of her search is focused low to the ground, but she does occasionally cast her gaze to the ceiling. You never know when a hanging doll might fall on you...]

Room 4575

[Ib doesn't much like this room. There's a strange feeling of being watched that reminds her of the art gallery. But exploring a building means exploring all of it, even the parts you don't like. She picks up on the the worksheets and frowns. New years... New years.. res... resso..

Ib has sadly never been a good reader. After a minute of trying to sound it out in her head she finds the nearest grownup and tugs lightly on their shirt to get their attention.]

Excuse me...?

stacks

[xiaoxiaojiu]

[Somewhere among all the library stacks is a section where the books have all been pulled off the lower shelves to create a kid-sized book fortress with a...n adult-sized leather jacket spread over it for a roof.

It's not too tall just yet, so it probably wouldn't be difficult do peek in through the gaps in the jacket...or just call out, if you're polite. Either way, there's another kid holed up inside there, scribbling nonsense on a notebook.]

Ruggie Bucchi (ota, hit me up)

[ruggie]

a. Obligatory Food Prompt

["Seasonal" menu seemed to be a weird way to put it... seasons must be changing, with time passing, but this place had a way of making it not feel like a long time had passed. The whole thing was a little unsettling, even with the free food.]

[But, well, Ruggie's never one to turn down free food and he's made it his prerogative to try every seasonal special they offer.]

[And with no idea when each one will expire, better to try them all at once, right? At any point over the course of a day, Ruggie can be found with a table full of food and drink. He's analytical about it, going for the things that are best warm first, things that could be preserved, and trying to dole out the alcoholic drinks with enough gap between them that he doesn't do anything stupid.]

Hrm... this is going to take a while to sleep off... I might end up acting like Leona for a day...

b. Obligatory Theft Thrift

[Being a beastman meant being saddled with an extraordinary sense of smell. It was a blessing and a curse, really. Tons of bath stuff designed for humans was overwhelming to a bestial nose and so Ruggie was swiping all the most tolerable stuff he could find.]

[He's leaning mostly towards the cedar-scented stuff. It was the closest he could get to something smelling natural right now.]

[The big problem was that even if he used something tolerable, if everyone else was using the stronger smell then he was going to have to put up with it, too. He experimented with pinching everything and seeing how the mystical rooms dealt with it- and after several restocks he realized he was never going to completely get rid of a scent. ... and he may or may not have ended up filling a small storage closet entirely with the small packages of soaps and body washes.]

[So, uh, careful, that door that smells remarkably like blueberry is holding back a deluge of soaps to attack the first person curious enough to try it.]

c. Resolutions

[Well, to kill time, Ruggie figured he would take one of the long and rambling surveys. He ticks the boxes lazily, not really thinking too hard about any answer in particular. He sighs loudly when it comes to "totaling" his answers and getting a score that translated into an ideal goal. Couldn't some magic hat do this instead? Get the end result number, then see what that corresponded to...]

[His ideal goal for the upcoming year was, "become the sidekick of someone with money."]

[Way to tell him what he already knew! Ruggie snorts in a half-laugh, crumples up the paper, then tosses it over his should where it could hit any unsuspecting person walking by.]

foooood

[savanaclaw]

[So as soon as that holiday roast was replaced with a list of far more inferior food options (excuse you, library, why would you remove the juicy red meat option with a vegetarian dish???), Leona had made use of the search bar to see if it was still available. Just out of curiosity, of course.

(And spite.)

And, what do you know? There it was, popping up like anything else one could search for, so... he'd ordered it. And no sooner than he'd plunked himself down in front of Ruggie at the little table did it appear in front of him. Magic sure is convenient, but then they knew that much already.]

You could stand to slow down sometimes, anyway.

[Seriously, Ruggie running here and there all the time was enough to make him tired.]

Ichiban Kasuga | Yakuza 7

[victorytune]

✰ OOC Intro ⬢ January
✰ I'll match whatever format, I just write TLs in prose.
✰ I have a big wwwwork project coming up so upcoming weeks will be slower than usual, but I keep plugging away at threads for a while o/

---

THE SEASONAL MENU
Ichiban is very enthusiastic about the menu. His primary enthusiasm being that it is free. While he's the president of a business, he's not very good at budgetting his own cash on hand. He's always donating it, buying things for other people, or otherwise squandering it in generous ways. This leaves him, on the day to day, scrounging around for yen in the laundry and coins under the soda machines.

"Are you serious?" he's asking the open air loudly. As though some lunch lady will appear to answer his question if he projects it loudly enough. "I can just take as much as I want? Fuckin' rad. Alright then! Let's eat everyone."

He gets excited about it, and determines to play the lunch lady himself. How's your day going, what would you like to eat, is something your favorite?

He gets so distracted with this, that he forgets to eat his own lunch. Eventually, embarrassingly loud growling from his stomach will force him to sit down and eat. He waves you over to join him, of course. His doofy smile is enormous and powerfully friendly.

MOVIE ROOM
He's practiced his skills on how to stay awake during even the most uninteresting movie! Every once in a while you might hear him whispering under his breath:

"Goat. Rooster. Goat. Rooster. Goat. Rooster."

Eventually, he doesn't even need to distract himself to stay awake. He's deeply invested in the touching story of this film! He's crying opening as it ends. He's a big, grown ass yakuza and he's wiping his eyes on the sleeve of his suit.

ROOM 4575
Ichiban loves this kind of shit. His birthday is New Year's Day, so it's always very invigorating to him to celebrate another turn around the wheel and think about where he's headed.

But this room is just... a drag... His relentless optimism is one of his powers, but even he's being defeated.

"This is worse than the time I got that masochist lectured by his mother..."

movie room

[spalten]

I'm gonna have to start calling you a 'crybaby', you know.

[ have a napkin? why do you cry so much, ichi. ]

zhongli | genshin impact

[pragmatism]

➤ information desk

[ It seems that someone has arrived at the desk before you. All the graph paper has been stacked into a neat pile, and the pencils organized in small cup holders, making it easy for anyone else to grab what they need.

As for the organizer... an amber-eyed man sits behind the information desk. He's dressed rather formally for the occasion in a complex brown suit, and the table before him is occupied by a dozen or so paper cranes. He folds each crane with exquisite care, scoring the fold lines with neatly trimmed nails and aligning the paper precisely at each step. It's not a fast process, but all his cranes look exactly the same, a feat not usually achieveable by novices to the art.

If anything, the cranes are a good conversation starter, if you don't want to comment on anything else. Or just step up and take some paper, he's not your dad. ]


➤ cafe
[ Zhongli is a frequent customer to the cafe, owning to its ability to produce the exact blend of tea that he requires. He always occupies a table close to the windows, letting the not-afternoon sun shine on the books before him and scintillate on the surface of his drink. The aroma of carefully brewed tea that hangs around him is sometimes replaced by the sharp smell of white wine, barely concealed beneath a shroud of honey.

(What would Venti say if he saw Zhongli like this? Reduced to a mortal and trapped in a distant world?)

He stands up from his chair and approaches the glass paneling, his eyes focused on somewhere very far away. ]

A wish for a bouquet of osmanthus to pair with fine wine, yet the time for reunion has not come.

[ Maybe he's reciting poetry? If you're familiar with Chinese verse, it would sound like a poem indeed. ]


➤ wildcard
[ hit me with something and I'll roll with it! alternatively, my ooc intro comment is here! ]

cafe

[summonere]

[ Chinese verse is not his specialty, but osmanthus wine is a distinct enough a dish to bring to mind something he read once upon a time. ]

"I miss the night of Mid-Autumn Festival, I miss the hour of the moon. I am a stranger in a foreign land. On this Mid-Autumn Festival, I miss you like the tide."

[ He quirks a sharp, cagey little smirk. ]

Or something like that.

[ The man who has spoken up is around the same height as Zhongli, and of a similar slim build. Although V doesn't stand up nearly so straight, what a slouchy thing. He has a silver-looking cane hooked over his forearm, and a book tucked under his elbow. There are little hints of tattoos sticking out at the wrists and neck of his sweater. His sparse jewelry is silver, and a tooth around his neck. ]