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Creative Inspirations | Monday, period one
When today's class had been asked to meet on the Causeway, there had been no special instructions, no strange vehicle in wait for them to take them somewhere strange and exotic and dangerous. Just Jonothon and Hannibal, waiting near an open portal, like so many classes before this one, back in the summer sessions.
Jono, at least, was looking pretty pleased about all of this. He liked today's inspiration of choice.
//Morning, class,// he greeted, giving the students a nod. //Today, we're going to be taking in another man-made wonder, and one that's rather close to my heart.// Please nobody mention how his heart had been left behind in bits and pieces all over a coat room in London somewhere, thank you. //Today, we're going to the library.//
Hannibal looked equally pleased with today's jaunt, though his content expression was somewhat marred by a still-healing black eye and bruised jaw. He was in a very nice suit and looking as suave as possible to compensate. Or at least to avoid looking like an unsavory character. "Specifically, we're going to the Abbey Library of Saint Gall, in Switzerland. It's one of the oldest and most beautiful in Europe, so I'm told. There is evidence of a library there as early as 820, and its collection has become renowned over the years; it has been declared a World Heritage site."
//If you have any sense of appreciation for beautiful things that persevere, you might find yourself awed by the architecture and the books alike,// Jono added. //But please, be respectful of both. Much of what you'll see is very literally priceless, and libraries deserve respect.//
"If you have any questions, please let us know." Hannibal nodded at Cosette. "Most of the staff will speak French, and some will know English as well," he told the others, "although if you know German, that will be easiest." Hannibal knew them all, naturally.
After making certain there were no questions, he waved them through the portal.
Jono, at least, was looking pretty pleased about all of this. He liked today's inspiration of choice.
//Morning, class,// he greeted, giving the students a nod. //Today, we're going to be taking in another man-made wonder, and one that's rather close to my heart.// Please nobody mention how his heart had been left behind in bits and pieces all over a coat room in London somewhere, thank you. //Today, we're going to the library.//
Hannibal looked equally pleased with today's jaunt, though his content expression was somewhat marred by a still-healing black eye and bruised jaw. He was in a very nice suit and looking as suave as possible to compensate. Or at least to avoid looking like an unsavory character. "Specifically, we're going to the Abbey Library of Saint Gall, in Switzerland. It's one of the oldest and most beautiful in Europe, so I'm told. There is evidence of a library there as early as 820, and its collection has become renowned over the years; it has been declared a World Heritage site."
//If you have any sense of appreciation for beautiful things that persevere, you might find yourself awed by the architecture and the books alike,// Jono added. //But please, be respectful of both. Much of what you'll see is very literally priceless, and libraries deserve respect.//
"If you have any questions, please let us know." Hannibal nodded at Cosette. "Most of the staff will speak French, and some will know English as well," he told the others, "although if you know German, that will be easiest." Hannibal knew them all, naturally.
After making certain there were no questions, he waved them through the portal.

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He did, however, spend some of the explanation squinting at Hannibal, trying to figure out who - or what - he'd pissed off.
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It wasn't that Alluka was awed by the books (boring!) or the way the building looked (that was for old people!) but she was beyond thrilled becaaaaause this was the perfect place for a princess.
So she was going to be over here, clutching her stuffed bunny in her arms, and practicing sitting like a beautiful princess by one of the windows. Every now and then she'd get up and practice swooping over to the next window with as much dignity and class as she could muster.
At... least... she was quiet?
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There was something weirdly familiar about the place, though. But he couldn't put his finger on it, so he forgot about it. The other option was to let a stupid library make him unsettled, and that wasn't going to happen.
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Well. There was only one response to that, either way.
"Yeah. Who the fuck did you piss off?"
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So, she was here, trying to pay attention to the amazing library even while her mind was trying to think if she had something in her bag or in her dorm room among all of her oils that would help.
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Cosette wasn't even bothering to hide her awe at the sight of the place, constantly looking up at the ceiling with an enraptured expression, or peering carefully at the spines of books with the occasional soft exclamation of amazement.
Well, no, she wouldn't stay here forever, but she wanted to be able to come back again and again.
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What was decidedly not mysterious was her obsession with drawing princess dresses. No sirree. That was perfectly rooted in Alluka's logic.
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Well, besides make up library puns for the stick figures to make.
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It was different, though; strict as the Order of Perpetual Adoration was, there had been no place for beautiful architecture, and not a single secular work of art or literature had been allowed inside the convent walls. It felt like -- well, a bit like a glimpse into a different version of the world, like the time they had all found themselves living alternate lives for several weeks.
When they returned to the classroom Cosette drifted back to the piano again, to let herself play whatever came to her. She found herself playing one of the familiar old hymns taught to all the students at the Petit-Picpus school, only a little bit faster, a little more upbeat. It felt like a different song altogether, and she couldn't help being amazed by that.
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In the classroom, he'd be sketching the place from memory.
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"Were you in a fight?" she asked curiously and not the least bit concerned.
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After their return to the classroom, he'd reached for a pencil and a sheet of paper, and now he was writing. Maybe lyrics, maybe poetry. At the end of the day, the two weren't all that different.
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"Elsa says I can be a princess for Halloween!"
What? As if she'd been going to forget about that!
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OOC!