Of Books, Paintings and Mononoke.((open RP, library))

[edomedpeddler.livejournal.com]

Having received directions to the library, Kusuriyuri found himself a little baffled by the sheer number of books availible. He glanced around himself, relieved the walls were covered in bookcases. The moving pictures were too close to mononoke, and though he appeared unruffled, that all his instincts and tools told him there were no mononoke when his senses insisted there should be bothered him.

Another thing that was off was how differently everyone behaved. He wasn't used to the boldness, the confusion over simple conversations, having to be embarrassingly direct. Though, in his profession, directness was more expected than most. It was almost barbaric, but in a way, almost childlike. It wasn't something that bothered him, just something that would take getting used to. It wasn't in his nature to be as direct as some of the people he talked to.

It was in his nature to seek out answers, though. And, here, within the vast number of tomes, he would find answers.

Now, where to begin? Trusting the path that has served him well, he selects a book at random. After the first choice, the way becomes clearer.

((OOC: I know he can sometimes be difficult to understand. Just ask and I'll provided 'translation' or go with confusion *grins*))

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[gourmetchairman.livejournal.com]

The Chairman was interested in books on history, and he didn't have anything to do, really, so he decided to lurk in the library a bit.

"Good evening," he said to Kusuriyuri.

[callmewednesday.livejournal.com]

(( Completely crashed last night, so this tag is late ... apologies! ))

It amused Wednesday to hunt up obscure academic reference work for his students to read. Sometimes the scholars were close to practical, sometimes they were so far off the mark it made Wednesday's teeth hurt. Both sorts of monograph had educational value.

He had come to the library to find a new article for such recommendation when he chanced upon Kusuriyuri. Of a certainty he knew what the medicine peddler was. Perhaps the medicine peddler would also know what Wednesday was.

"Fancy meeting the likes of you here." It wasn't a challenge. It was a neutral observation, even shading toward friendly.

[doctor-hook.livejournal.com]

Boldness? Simple conversations? Embarrassingly direct?

That would be Dr. Hook.

"You wouldn't happen to be Professor Kusuriyuri, would you?"

The fellow just looked like a Kusuriyuri. (Also, Hook cheated and asked a house-elf 'who's that guy over there?' before approaching. The house-elf was happy to interrupt its reshelving of books.)

[beantheory.livejournal.com]

Bean likes hard copies of books. They're not practical - bulky and expensive to produce, compared to simply uploading information onto a desk - but there's something novel about selecting books from shelves, turning pages.

He's planning on devouring some more history, to see if this place follows the timeline he knows when he spots Kusuriyuri. Edo-era Japan? That was unexpected, considering they were in 21st century Scotland.

He pulls himself up onto a chair next to Kusuriyuri.

"Hello."