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Library, Wednesday [05/16]

With the area properly cleared and safe for people to walk through, Thursday opened the library. She pushed the door open and looked inside. The grimace on her face said it all.

While the structure was intact and (after a cursory look inside) Special Collections was seemingly undisturbed, the main library itself was in shambles. Every single book was off the shelves. Some of the shelves were flat on the ground. Chairs were on their sides or up-ended. The computers looked worse for wear.

They had some work ahead of them, that was for sure. It didn't help that the power was seemingly out.

"Best get to it then," she said to herself and moved to pick up a chair.

[OOC: While we're not looking for any new library aides until Fall, feel free to come by the library when it's opened by one of the current aides and help clean and reshelve. Please follow the instructions given by the librarian and the aides.]

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"Apart from near naked people running around?" he asked, risking a quick smile up at her. "Technology," he said, still hoping he was using that word correctly, "is a large one, and the idea of other worlds. They make this place different. But the main difference I believe is the people. They seem very excepting, and without fail everyone I have met thus far has been very nice."

Of course, no one here had heard of Karse, nor been its enemy for generations. There were no misapprehensions to undo.

Isabel smiled back, not sure if she should warn him about certain people's tendency to go fully naked on occasion. "Technology is a big jump, let me know if you have any questions. I'd be glad to help."

"The people are different here," she said, continuing to pick books up off the floor and stack them on the table for the time being. "I think because so many of us didn't quite fit in in the places we came from. We appreciate being here where we can be different without it being a problem. If that makes sense?"

"Thank you," he said, following her example and returning to stacking and sorting books. "That does make rather a lot of sense. My country has seen many changes, and people cling to the old ways because the new ways are different and so they are scared." And also deprived them of power and the ability to feel superior. "Here, different seems to be normal, so people are quick to accept things they've never seen or heard of. Even I've done so! "

"Yes, normal in Fandom is entirely different then normal anywhere else," she chuckled. "My first clue about that was the day I got here. And met a small purple dragon."

"A dragon?" he asked. "I'm not familiar with that term. Is it a creature of some kind?"

"A dragon's a mythical creature that breathed fire. Except the one here wasn't so mythical," Isabel grinned.

"Glory, that would have been quite a surprise!" he exclaimed. "Did it breathe fire? And is it still here?"

"He did. He apparently battled ducks." And that was certainly a memory, a slightly singed duck carcass. "Unfortunately he left a while ago."

"That is a shame. I would have liked to have seen him," he said. "Though I'm sure that the ducks were happy to see him go. Are there any other creatures on this island that I should be aware of? Apart from gremlins. I've been warned about those."

"Yes, gremlins should be avoided at all costs," Isabel nodded. "Otherwise massive embarrassment is possible. The island had Teal Deer. They're wee tiny dear that live in the preserve. They're attracted to long winded speeches. So keep your eyes open, they might be spotted during Stupid People if Professor Lyman really gets on a roll."

"It is a good thing they don't have those in Valdemar, or certain people would never see anything but tiny deer," he said, struck by a sudden vision of the Council overrun with the small animals. "Isabel, did that class seem strange to you?"

"Compared to some I've taken here? Not really," she said, shaking her head. "The thing to understand about Professor Lyman is that he's incredibly sarcastic, so things will sound rather harsh. But in reality he's an incredibly nice man. Now the activity? That's another story. Related to technology."

Knowing there was a nice person under the rather biting exterior made him feel better. "My partner in the exercise, Mac, said that it was spam which is a letter that arrives in your email inbox." Karal glanced down at the book in his hands. "I know what a letter is, the rest is just words."

"Email is an electronic letter. Which is probably more easily explained if I could actually show you a real email as opposed to junk mail."

She thought about how to explain it and hoped she was making the right assumptions, "In your world, if a shop or some business wanted to let people know what they had, would they put out handbills or something like that?"

"Posters, I believe. For a high class establishment, they'd likely send personal invitations to notable highborns," he said slowly. "Though most bellow about their goods to passers by. Some mornings it's such a din you can barely hear yourself think." Which was why he tended not to venture far from the Temple if he could avoid it.

"Okay, spam email is sort of similar. It's unwanted mail, bellowing and taking up space in your inbox advertising things you'd never want or need," Isabel told him. "And those are the ones that are actually written in proper English. The rest? I'm still trying to figure them out."

That sort of made sense, and he shuddered, imagining how much worse the letter would have been if someone had shouted it at him. "Ours made absolutely no sense. I believe the person who wrote it was suffering from a severe mental deficiency."

"Mine made enough sense to have me reaching for the disinfectant," she said, making a face. "Once we realized that, our letter was short. Go away, leave us alone."

His eyes went a bit wide at the face she was making, and he covered his mouth to hide a smile. "It would be better if I didn't ask you to explain that, wouldn't it?"

Isabel laughed. "For both our sakes? Yes."

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