Action-Log [Open]---Cleaning up and Organizing

[light_of_willpower]

Who: Trunks (Future) and YOU (Open to all.)
What: After dealing with a haunted village and an abyss that feeds on rage, Trunks needs something normal and productive to do. Cleaning and organizing it is!
When:Post-orientation events? (Especially post his)
Where: Main Library--Dorm section
Warnings: Dust? None yet.



After checking in with the Librarians, after his and Sunset's adventure in the book with the butterfly on it and the cursed village and abyss, Trunks needed a distraction. A solo distraction, given the memories and emotions dealt with on their adventure. Wandering in the 'safe' areas but near the main-desk, eventually he found his way to what looked like a dorm section.

This must be where they would all be staying. There were empty name-plates on doors lining a hallway, and looking in one produced what he'd expected. Small rooms with basic furniture, and an attached bathroom. But the furniture was all stacked, and dusty, and linens were folded and left on the bed. Perfect--cleaning and organizing would give him something to do that would be mindless enough, but physically active.

He claimed a room by virtue of leaving his jacket and sword in it, and pulling the furniture down. Chair off the desk, making the bed, and he'd dust his own later. Taking one of the towels, he moved methodically down the hallway. Each room got a thorough dusting, and the beds were made and furniture set right and organized. Not more physically taxing than helping with the shelters he did back home, for those who'd escaped the Androids.


[OOC: Come say hi to a sweaty demi-saiyan doing some house cleaning. Feel free to help him, or not.]

Comments

[librarian167]

"It's frustrating." Flynn clenched his hands. "We've been dropped into a Library where we can't read the books because we can't tell which are dangerous. Which, fine," he went on, pacing as he got into his stride with his rant, "I understand dangerous books, but they need cataloging properly. And have you seen the books?" He stopped and looked at Trunks. "They have books on Pre-Babylonian pottery and post World War II town planning and sword fighting techniques in Renaissance Italy." He threw his hands up. "What are we supposed to do, pretend they're not there?"

[light_of_willpower]

Trunks watched for a moment, then crossed his arms over his chest and listened. Seems like the guy needed to vent, and Trunks could understand that. It's part of why he'd taken to cleaning--something to help him calm down after his time in the village, and then being snuck up on by Rose.

"I have seen the books, got pulled into one of the really dangerous ones too." He commented, not really trying to refute how frustrating this must be for someone who clearly loved them. He knew this kind of passion--he'd seen it in his mother's eyes when she worked on machines, or was tinkering with some new invention.

[librarian167]

"Really?" Flynn brightened. "Then that's a place to start. We should mark the shelf, so everyone knows. What's the book, where is it?" He looked ready to run out the door at the merest suggestion of the book's location.

[light_of_willpower]

"Not that simple." There's an eyebrow raise again, Trunks looking at him in surprise. "Have you talked to the head Librarian? the Cat? Any of the assistants?"

[librarian167]

"The Cat. Briefly." Enough to know this place wasn't so different from the Library. He shrugged. "It is that simple. All you need is labels. And chains. You chain the most dangerous books to the shelves so they can't move. I know it's a big Library and there are a lot of books, it's a big job, but it's better than being bored."

[light_of_willpower]

That eyebrow is staying raised, posture skeptical still with his arms crossed. "If it's that simple, then why haven't they done that already then? Besides a lack of manpower." What's your logic here?

[librarian167]

He thought for a moment. "A mystery!" There was nothing he liked better than a puzzle to solve. "Perhaps the contents of the books change. You might know what's in it now, but tomorrow it could be different."

[light_of_willpower]

"Maybe it's because the books aren't just books?" Yep, still skeptical here and waiting to be impressed. How little Trunks realizes he's channeling both his parents at this moment.

[librarian167]

"Not just books?" But though he asked a question, Flynn was thoughtful, frowning as he considered the idea. In the Library back home the books were just books. But there were some artifacts that were books. And they were powerful books, hence why they were artifacts and in the Library.

"There's magic here," he concluded. "Yes, of course there is." He was thinking out loud and didn't really need anyone else to have a conversation with at the moment. "But the books... the books..." He considered ideas faster than he could articulate them. "The books are literally gateways to other worlds," he guessed in the end. "Then the danger exists not just from the books but from the actions you take in them."

[light_of_willpower]

Trunks would give him credit; he was adapting well despite his initial skepticism and know-it-all-ness. "Also from the danger they pose to us, as things leak out or try to escape."

[librarian167]

He waved that away. "The Library won't let any harm come to it."

[light_of_willpower]

"Maybe. Maybe not." Trunks countered. "Why bring us all here otherwise, if not to help it?"

[librarian167]

Help, yes, I can do that. I'm a Librarian. We need to investigate all the books." But then he paused and frowned. Just going into them and hoping for the best wasn't a good idea. And there were so many books that the chances of accidentally destroying the world were pretty high.

"We need a plan." And being used to coming up with plans himself, he wasn't expecting Trunks to suggest one. Not that Flynn had one himself, but he was sure that was just because he needed more information first.

[light_of_willpower]

There is a very unimpressed slow blink, and then a huffed out sigh. "Alright..." Heading over to the other man, Trunks is just going to try and steer Flynn to the desk chair, because they need to start from the beginning and organize.

"Let's start with basics. Like names. I'm Trunks, from Earth--specifically West City, Sector 28. Does any of that sound familiar?"

[librarian167]

Flynn let himself be steered. If only because he wanted to start everywhere and didn't know where to start.

He shook his head at the question. "West City? No." It explained why he couldn't place Trunks as being from anywhere specific.

"Flynn Carsen. New York Metropolitan Library." Sort of. Technically. He held out a hand to shake, but he was far more interested in Trunks's home.

"There are lots of cities in the west. The western hemisphere, the west of every country. But none called West City that number its areas."

[light_of_willpower]

Good thing Trunks was used to having to work on his own, which included somewhat taking charge and coming up with plans. Once the other was settled, Trunks went ahead and took a seat by hopping up on the table, one leg pulled up and his arms around it. "Then that means, we're probably from entirely different worlds."

He was fast coming to the conclusion that most people didn't recognize his world beyond it being an 'Earth'.

"No clue where that location is, and never heard of it. But it's nice to meet you Mr. Carsen."

[librarian167]

Someone who had never heard of New York was definitely from a different world. "So what's West City like? How big is it? How is Sector 28 different from the other sectors?" This was an excellent opportunity to learn about another world and never let it be said that Flynn Carsen didn't take these opportunities when they arose.

[light_of_willpower]

"Well, my Earth pretty much has just two main continents, with a giant lake that's kind of like a mini-ocean in the East. Otherwise the smaller continent is an island slightly to the North West up top. There are also smaller island chains." Really, at this point Trunks was probably going to start trying to draw maps, and writing this stuff down. A talking-points presentation or something.

"It's divided into 43 sectors, ruled by a constitutional monarchy." There's a sigh though, and Trunks reaches up to rub the back of his neck. "My version of it however, has 2 beings running around terrorizing the populace, destroying cities, and killing people if they get in their way, all for their own amusement. They've been at it for the last 17 years. West City was one of the major metropolises and the Western Capitol. It's a wreck now, as it was one of the first places hit by the Androids."

[librarian167]

Flynn was visualising the geography and wishing there were pens and paper in here to draw a map. "There should be maps and information on all of our homes in case they're in any books."

He didn't look terribly surprised to hear about the being terrorizing everyone. After all, he'd read a lot of books and seen a lot of things. But his mind was already working on the problem. "Seventeen years and no one's caught them? Are they real, live Androids? If they destroy everything, what's left for them to do, destroy each other?"

[light_of_willpower]

"Seventeen years, and no one can even really give them much of a challenge anymore." Except him. "When I was 14, my Master fought back against them--I think he prevented it from being worse up until then...but he and I were the only ones."

As for why? Oh Trunks could speculate easily enough as he scowls. "They haven't, because they find it all to be a game. As long as they're amused...things stay more peaceful. Those of us left have started learning how to hide, and have small resistance movements. But we're surviving." Don't mind the bitterness and hints of anger; it's well-earned

For Bulma, and for Trunks--mere survival was not enough. They would do their best to make sure the people of Earth thrived again if they could.

[librarian167]

Flynn was intrigued about the Android problem. He wanted to solve it - that was what problems were all about. But he realized that if no one else could solve it in seventeen years, he wasn't going to be able to do it in a few minutes. Probably.

"If I ever get to your world, I'll help," he promised. "I've had lots of experience of beings trying to destroy things."

[light_of_willpower]

Well, the thought was appreciated--and having someone else to help wouldn't be a bad thing. Even if he wasn't certain just how much help the older man might or might not be. Still... "Thank you. I've had more experience than I'd like in dealing with them."

Because it was polite, but also it was appreciated. The sympathy and recognition of it. Flynn clearly meant well too.

"My point though, is that this isn't a normal Library, even if it looks like a Library. All of us brought here, we're more likely than not from all kinds of different places. Think of the 'books' more as being a shape we're comfy with."

[librarian167]

"Of course it's not a normal library." Flynn's tone was a bit condescending. That it wasn't a normal library was obvious to him. In some ways it was even odder than the Library.

He stood back up, so he could pace around a little. "Are there any ordinary books in here at all?"

[light_of_willpower]

Yeah, thanks so much for that condescension there. Just gonna ignore that. "You're the one who talked about how we just have to 'organize the books'." Or maybe not, but Trunks has already had a not-so-good experience with at least one of those books.

"I think so, but I haven't checked yet."

[librarian167]

"Then we should check. There must be something here that will tell us something of what's inside the books. I'm going to find a Librarian. Native to this Library," he added frowning a little, because suddenly Librarian was a much more complicated job title that it previously had been.