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overjoyed_logs2016-12-12 09:38 pm
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Having Fun Isn’t Hard When You’ve Got a Library Card
Who: Ginshu & Lavi
Where: Leith, Scarback Monastery
When: ~2 months ago
Summary: Two nerds hang out in the library
Restrictions/Warnings: None
Shafts of early morning sun pierce small windows, but the interior of the monastery library remains dim. Many of the scriptures stored here are written in fading inks on fragile paper, both of which would be degraded by light. Properly stored, paper or parchment can outlast most digital records, and they have a physical weight that mere data lacks. (Naturally, the temple maintains extensive digital archives as well, but they're stored discreetly out of sight where they won't spoil the sense of ancient majesty.) The faint, drifting sound of Scarback aunts and uncles reciting daily meditations accentuates rather than overwhelms the library's contemplative quiet. This is a temple too - not to the Mother Tree, not to blood or salvation or ritual, but to human knowledge, some of it so old that the meanings have been lost.
It's also the best place in the entire Scarback Monastery for napping. As might be expected of a cult dedicated to the mortification of the flesh, the monastery's accommodations are austere and idly lounging about is generally discouraged. So on days when Ginshu feels unwell (which is, frankly, the majority of them) he tends to spend his time reading. In the year he's spent at this particular monastery, he's become something of an unofficial member of the library staff. Transporting "religious educational materials" to Westerly is good cover for his real activities on the other moon.
So when footsteps disturb the library's silent halls, Ginshu recognizes the sound immediately: sturdy boots instead of the sandals or bare feet favored by most monks. He excitedly greets his fellow scholar before the other even enters the reading room.
"Lavi!"
Where: Leith, Scarback Monastery
When: ~2 months ago
Summary: Two nerds hang out in the library
Restrictions/Warnings: None
Shafts of early morning sun pierce small windows, but the interior of the monastery library remains dim. Many of the scriptures stored here are written in fading inks on fragile paper, both of which would be degraded by light. Properly stored, paper or parchment can outlast most digital records, and they have a physical weight that mere data lacks. (Naturally, the temple maintains extensive digital archives as well, but they're stored discreetly out of sight where they won't spoil the sense of ancient majesty.) The faint, drifting sound of Scarback aunts and uncles reciting daily meditations accentuates rather than overwhelms the library's contemplative quiet. This is a temple too - not to the Mother Tree, not to blood or salvation or ritual, but to human knowledge, some of it so old that the meanings have been lost.
It's also the best place in the entire Scarback Monastery for napping. As might be expected of a cult dedicated to the mortification of the flesh, the monastery's accommodations are austere and idly lounging about is generally discouraged. So on days when Ginshu feels unwell (which is, frankly, the majority of them) he tends to spend his time reading. In the year he's spent at this particular monastery, he's become something of an unofficial member of the library staff. Transporting "religious educational materials" to Westerly is good cover for his real activities on the other moon.
So when footsteps disturb the library's silent halls, Ginshu recognizes the sound immediately: sturdy boots instead of the sandals or bare feet favored by most monks. He excitedly greets his fellow scholar before the other even enters the reading room.
"Lavi!"