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( well, they were never dead in the first place.

but that's a company secret she isn't telling anyone who isn't a librarian. hell, until very recently, none of them even knew. the only person who managed to think it through was hokma, and she expected that of benja... of him. )

I don't know how to feel. ( that's HER LIGHT... her light, so carefully collected, labor after labor... ) They were invited for a very specific reason, so to hear they're starting to reappear, and that my Library is banished...

( ... )

I wonder if I'm dead.

( waow )

[ waow ]

Was thy Library the sort of thing that would remain standing if so?

[ if it's just banished, as she said, then isn't it still... out there... somewhere... also, if people are "starting to reappear", then it's surely still there. ]

I'm not... ( she takes a napkin and carefully cleans cake off of her fingers. ) I don't know. I built it myself—it might not be so far-fetched to say that it's just an extension of me.

( like an e.g.o., or something. she hadn't really considered it before. but for it to be her telling her how to find her book, what she had to do... maybe it's closer to one than she thinks. )

So perhaps not. ( yet not a possibility that can be discarded without proof...? ) You'd have to meet me in the future and come back to let me know.

I shall gladly do so, though I do not think a structure that houses the lives of many would disappear before seeing them all safely returned.

[ so. even if she is, maybe the library itself is still there. nonetheless, she takes another cake and stuffs it in her mouth. mmmmm. strawberry short. mmm. ]

... If thou'rt banished, then are the others as well?

[ will she 🥺 never meet mistress gebura 🥺 for real ]

( no the others are dead, don quixote.

she can't tell her that. )

...Yes, more than likely.

Hmhm, then I shall endeavor to do all that I can so that I may meet everyone there as well! I would so like to see the rest of the Librarians, after all, and to get to know them too...

[ ... not that the information she's gained here will be any use in the city. ]

Speaking of getting to know, Angela, which of these cakes has been thy favorite to eat?

( ... )

Is this your way of attempting to suss out a favorite of mine to gift me?

That it is!

[ she's forthright, anyway. ]

( simpleminded. )

They're all fine.

( not making it easy. bc she hasnt eaten any she just keeps pinching them )

[ please eat one. she's going to spear one with her fork and lift it. chocolate. ]

A~h...

( ............................................ )

Put that down.

Only if thee promise to eat it, rather than being fed it.

[ cmon who watches their weight in the city ]

I just lost my appetite.

( that's all. )

[ hmmmmmmm.

fine, into her own mouth it goes. ]

At which part did thee lose it?

The start. ( a beat. ) Nothing you did, Don Quixote. I was just thinking of something...

( ...she'll try a little bit of cake. cinnamon. it's fine. )

Would you like me to tell you a little bit about the Librarians who aren't here?

[ oh... okay. ]

Prithee, I should like to know!

Let's see...

( ... ... ... )

History, Literature, Natural Sciences, Social Sciences, Religion, or Philosophy. Which floor's Patron would you like first?

[ ........ that's so many. like she knew that before, since netzach had mentioned it too, but that's so many. ]

Ehm... Literature! I am fond of novels, so I should like to know more.

The Patron Librarian of Literature is Hod—she's... ( ...how to describe her? ) She wants to be a good person, to herself and those around her.

( ...mmm. )

To her, the City's "Literature" are the lives of its inhabitants: every person has their own story, and thus that's what her floor specializes in. Apart from recently, she's been fairly polite and respectful—but I guess everyone has to learn how to stand up for themselves eventually. ( she'd learned that, too, hm? ) Hod gets along with her assistant librarians well, though she'd been quite an overbearing person both as a boss and as a coworker prior to the Library, and she hosts a book club with them every week. It doesn't get in the way of her work, so I don't mind it.

( she's never attended, but she lets it happen. )

She's the type of person to refer to you as "Mister" or "Miss" unless you tell her to cut it out. ( a beat. ) When we first met, she called me "Lady Angela", so I suppose she has that in her repertoire too.

[ a polite young lady who values the stories that people can share... who wants to be good to the people around her and herself, who's become comfortable and confident enough to speak to angela as an equal then; don thinks she rather likes the sound of her. ]

We would get along, I think! Next, um... I confess, I have little interest in the others topics, though I do wish to know their patrons. What is the difference between the sciences? Yesod is also one, no?

[ technology or something like that. ]

Natural Sciences deal with the world's natural traits around us, while Social Sciences deals with people. Yesod heads Technological Sciences, which handles the technology of our world.

( easy. )

Tiphereth and Chesed are the other two sciences, in that order—they're in the same grouping of floors as Gebura, so she's quite familiar with them. ( briah... ) Tiphereth is a young girl with a no-nonsense attitude; she's practical and hardworking, so despite our differences I consider her a good employee. She had an adoptive brother, once, but if you meet her I wouldn't bring it up.

( ...enoch... )

Chesed... is someone I don't get along with that well. He's a little like Netzach that way. ( except she feels like chesed means to be condescending, sometimes. not as much as hokma, but— ) I'd never prefer his company though. Unlike a few other librarians, he has a penchant for bringing up the past and trying to compare it to current events, as if they're the same.

( they are. they aren't. it's difficult to reconcile. they have a choice, but is it really a "choice"...? no more than what they had. )

...He also likes to make coffee. While I'm not the biggest fan, I'd suggest you ask him to make you a cup if you meet him. He's proud of his skills. Gebura likes his macchiato.

[ macchiato... noted. still-- ]

Whatfor do thee not get along with Netzach? I find him pleasant company, and he does not seem a bad sort.

( mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm................... )

Our personalities are diametrically opposed. It isn't impossible for us to get along ( she knows that, has memories where helping him, helping everyone, fucked up the script but they got along ) but—

( ... )

You could say I'm too stuck-up, and he's too relaxed. It's exactly why Tiphereth has issues with him as well.

I do not find thee stuck-up, Angela.

[ a sip of tea... she needs more. it's fine. ]

No more than I find Yesod fussy, or Netzach too relaxed. Even Mistress Gebura is not as intimidating as she may appear -- all of thee are much more than that. Thou'rt a little difficult to get along with at times, but that does not mean I think poorly of thee. Hmhm, rather than stuck-up, thou art... distant. But in a different way than Sir Roland.

...You don't have the history we do. ( don quixote only knows her as she is now. people can change—they have all been changing—the fact that roland has inspired some change in her, the books they collect have, the agony she felt making her decision and the agony she feels now knowing the moment she goes back, none of this will matter...

that they'll still be dead, and it'll still be her fault, and she'll be alone...

angela's knuckles turn white around her tea cup's handle. ) You don't know me, Don Quixote. The Sephi... The Librarians do.

( ignore her slip up. she sighs, to make her irritation known. )

Let's drop it. Which floor's Librarian do you want to learn about next? You have History, Philosophy, and Religion left.

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