castbytheglyph | ΔTᴏᴛᴀʟʟʏ Sᴇʀɪᴏᴜs Tʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ 004∇ [Action]

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ΔTᴏᴛᴀʟʟʏ Sᴇʀɪᴏᴜs Tʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ 004∇ [Action]

[On this particularly blustery day, Pascal is lounging around in the library and making a general mess of the area around her. There are books laid out all over the table she's sat at, some piled up close by on the floor, everywhere. Even then she keeps getting up to find some other book to add to her collection. Most of the books she's reading through follow the theme of today's weather. Be it wind socks, wind surfing, anemometers, windmills, whatever, she's likely found a book on it. There's one particular book the she's so fully engrossed in that she doesn't even notice when a stack of books slips of the table.

Flying a kite sounds like a blast! There are so many different kinds of kites with different designs to them out there. To Pascal it seems like a great way to make the best out of the weather. Now she could just go and look for a kite in the item shop and see what comes up, but where's the fun in that? She's going to make her own. She makes a few trips to the item shop for some craft supplies, bring her haul back to the library so she can start her work (and make even more of a mess than before).]

[With her work soon finished, Pascal can be found testing out her kite in the plaza. She's running around all over the place, waving her arms like a madwoman in an attempt to get her kite to take off.]

C'mon, you can do it! Three, two, one, go go go!! [We have lift off! Pascal's excitement is short lived however as a particularly strong gust of wind sends the kite swerving downwards, causing it to crash into the ground not long after it took off. Wooden canes and construction paper everywhere.] Aw bananas, the wind completely totaled it... Oh well! [That was just a test flight anyway. Time to make another one!]

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[Finally, in the afternoon, Pascal has finished her second kite and has managed to get it airborne. This isn't just any normal box kite though. There are two strings leading from the kite, one is used to keep the kite under control and the other is a pullstring. When Pascal yanks down on the pullstring, confetti starts spilling out of the kite! The wind helps in spreading the confetti around, effectively showering the plaza with multicoloured paper. Hopefully the colourful display will help cheer a few people up, especially given the draft from not too long ago and the number of entries she's seen about people going home over the journals.

While the confetti pouring out of the sky looks impressive, it's going to look a lot less interesting when it's piled up on the ground and being blown all over the place. The books and remaining craft supplies she left in the library don't look all that great either. She should probably figure out how she's going to clean everything up. Maybe. At some point. Later... Feel free to run into Pascal at any point during her day, from messing up the library to flying her kites!]

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They don't, I had to bring in all the supplies myself. Didn't take long for me to grab what I needed and then mosey on back to get some serious kiting underway!

[Going home or at least somewhere else where people won't be trying to read in peace would be silly when she has everything she needs in one place!]

...And you left your supplies there?

[The shame! The horror! The mess!]

The librarians might have taken them away, by now. Or other visitors, for that matter.

Huh? Why would they go and do that? I mean, it was obvious I was gonna come back at some point for all that stuff.

[So she could make more kites. Not so she could clean everything up.]

It might have been obvious to you, but not necessarily to them. Unless you've a note explaining the situation?

[That's hoping for too much, isn't it.]

But it was totally obvious! [Maaan...] I had no idea I was even meant to have a note. Think if I go back in there and say 'hey dudes, I have one of those library notes' they'll gimme all my stuff back?

[She might be missing the point, just slightly.]

...I was thinking more of a note left with your supplies while you flew the kite, but I suppose having an official permission written down would also work. Did you ask anyone if you could leave your belonging there?

Nope. [Of course not.] There's no way some mean dude will really just up and take all my stuff and dump it somewhere though. C'mon, let's go see!

[That said, Pascal starts reeling in the kite.]

We might as well, and the sooner the better.

[He doesn't see anyone preparing a bonfire with craft supplies nearby, thankfully.]

[Even if someone did end up using her supplies for a fire she'd end up being more excited about the bonfire before realising they were her things anyway.

So, with the kite reeled in it's time to venture into the library! Now you're generally meant to be quiet in libraries, but, well...]

Oh kite stuff that I left around here somewhere, come out come out wherever you aaare!

Really, now, unless we've just started a particularly strange experiment I doubt they'll answer.

[But when he starts looking around the shelves, he does so with a smile.]

Whassat now? [Sorry Cecil, she's too busy shouting about finding things to hear that.] Wait, here, this was totally the table I was working on before! Man, it's cleaner than clean.

[Bah. Someone moved her stuff after all. That sucks.]

[Ah. He's not surprised, but it's a bit of a shame.]

If you're lucky, they might have merely put it aside to clear some room for readers. Perhaps someone else in the room knows where?

Hey, good idea. I'll try asking around!

[In the noisiest and most disruptive way she can manage.]

Hey guys, anyone see any stuff around here?! There was this really thick paper, wooden cane things, all sorts of cool stuff!

...You might to precise on which table you left them and when, along with their more eye-catching colors.

[He doesn't even bother to tell her to do it more quietly, even if he's looking out for angry readers armed with books.]

It was this table, right- Wait, was it this one? I'm thinkin' it might be a different table now. It coulda been that one table we passed when we came in.

[Or was it even that table? Man these things should be labeled or something.]

Bzzt, false alarm, our table has gotta be somewhere else.

[...How does one forget which table they'd been using...?]

Well, that's certainly a relief. Not having to track everything down would make our lives much easier.

[It's an acquired skill.]

I dunno, this is kinda fun! Like a treasure hunt but you know what the treasure is or something. [...] So I was thinkin' the table I was at was way more bookish than this one, probably.

...If they moved your supplies, they must also have moved the books...

[Cecil has not yet learned that logic is not welcome here today.]

[Logic is more than welcome! But only if it's Pascal brand logic.]

Yuh-huh, but I mean like the area was more booky than over here, there were books all over the place. [She says while standing in a library full of books.] C'mon, let's go check out that other table! March!

...As far as I can tell, the volume of books in the room is spread relatively evenly.

[But if she says so.]

Do you remember what subjects could be found on the nearby shelves? Fiction, children's stories...?

I dunno, I kinda just filtered out all the stuff that wasn't do to with kites. I'm pretty sure there were a few aviation books knocking around though!

[Hup, two, three, four. She keeps up a literal march to the other table for a couple of steps but soon goes back to walking normally, peering at the bookshelves as they pass by them.]

We'll simply have to look for those, then.

[And that's exactly what Cecil now does!

...Except he has no idea what aviation is.]

[But Cecil! Airships!

It's not long before a book that has nothing to do with kites or aviation ends up catching Pascal's eye. She takes the book from the shelf and starts flipping through it.]

Huh! Didja know the largest bunch of bananas ever had four hundred and seventy three bananas growing from it?

[The roots of the words aren't the same, how is he supposed to know they have anything to do with each other?

But my, that is an interesting fact!]

Four hundred and seventy-three? ...Either that bunch was bigger than the average chocobo, or those were tiny bananas.

They all look regular banana sized to me here! But wait, chocowhatnow?

[She looks up to ask the question while still flipping through the book in her hand for some other record.]

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