[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.]
Ib
[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...?