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[chapsandcowl.livejournal.com]

Characters: Tim Drake and YOU (yes, you)
Setting: Library
Format: Brackets but feel free to use prose.
Summary: Newbie having something like a quiet mental breakdown in the library. Approach him during any part of his information gathering.
Warnings: None.


[As soon as Tim had arrived in the tower, he was determined to find out why he was brought here. Sorry, but he's not buying anything about his world being destroyed. He's helped save it far too many times to accept that.

So, the only logical place to go (besides interrogating various workers and other kidnapped people) is the library. Unfortunately, there was no section on the history of this place or even other worlds, so now Tim is striding quickly through the aisles of bookshelves, pulling books down at random to hold in his arms. That's not all of them, though -- just outside one of the aisles is a group of stacked books, unnecessarily high, where Tim is dumping them all.

Eventually, he sits cross-legged in the middle of all the stacks and starts to flip through the books at speed, skimming them for information. He doesn't particularly care if he looks odd; it seems like a good portion of the people here are just as curious about this place as he is.

As he reaches the end of a rather thick encyclopedia, he discards it a bit roughly and groans to himself.]

Oh, come on, there has to be something useful hidden in one of these books.

Comments

I'M SORRY ALL THE ART IS SO GORGEOUS

[chapsandcowl.livejournal.com]

I call it planning ahead.

Do you know where we are? What country or universe?

/shall not molest, no no no

[creme-master.livejournal.com]

[Offers a wide grin at that, moving to lean up against the bookshelf; he may as well get comfortable and he refused to sit on the floor yet.]

There have been no identifying locations, unfortunately. There is a room dedicated to showing planets... whole galaxies snuffing out. [frowns] I have heard whispers from people like myself to avoid it at all costs.

None of my companions have felt any connection to this place. I am only assuming that we are not on Earth.

you can admire all you like

[chapsandcowl.livejournal.com]

I can imagine something like that would be depressing. It's probably just an illusion or some special effects.

What kind of connection would your companions feel? [He notices that he moves to get comfortable and figures it would be easier to get information if the man isn't fidgeting.] You can sit down if you want.

[creme-master.livejournal.com]

[Francis doesn't fidget. He smoothly accommodates. Still, he doesn't like being propped against the sharp lines of the shelves. He dropped the book he'd been holding next to the patch of carpet he'd be occupying before following suit.]

I thought that may be the case, mais non. [Francis paused, frowning] Great loss. Pain. [Hands clasped, he offered the boy a smile] Allow a bit of blunt honesty. Nobody can claim to be more French than me because I am France, and my companions are similar. Just... different Nations, of course. [He used that old charm there and winked]

When we view our homes being destroyed we feel the pain and loss of our people. So--I would rather avoid that room. At all costs.

[chapsandcowl.livejournal.com]

What do you mean, you are France? [Tim's eyes narrow as he studies Francis, searching for some kind of clue.]

[creme-master.livejournal.com]

You would think that in a thousand or so years that question would be easier to explain... [He gave his new interrogator a noncommittal shrug] I am a ...representative of sorts, of the public within my borders and their children, and the land. Without them there is no me.


[quickly adding] Et non, the Eiffel Tower is NOT that part of my anatomy. People like to joke a little too much.