All right-y, let’s start off with a couple of rules:

1. LITERACY! We all know what that is, yes? The argument of quality over quantity or vice versa doesn’t matter insomuch as the flow of the roleplay. What do I mean by that? If the situation calls for a paragraph, then give it a paragraph. If it doesn’t, then don’t. I’m asking you to exercise discretion. So as long as you give others enough information to work something out, then it’s all gravy. Since I’m doing the introduction, it’ll be naturally lengthy. I don’t expect you to follow-up with anything that detailed.

2. For consistency’s sake, this will be a KEMONOMINI-WHATSIT roleplay! So for the time being please leave the quads and the humans out because I’ll just get confused. As soon as I’ve gotten a better feel of how the Subeta ‘verse works, I’ll start expanding on this rule.

3. FORUM RULES APPLY HERE. However, I feel the need to emphasize --

4. RESPECT. We’re all here to have a good time, so none of that mud-flinging and sniping here on my board – unless, of course, it’s IC. Then have a whirl. Otherwise, if I ask you to leave as this board’s hostess, then give me that courtesy.

5. There will be a limit of 5 other people on this board. Assuming everything goes smoothly, I’ll increase the limit up a notch. But this is strictly to help me better manage the board.

6. Have fun. Or else. >E

Now that I’ve gotten that out of the way, tell me, vaguely, the setting of the roleplay, and I’ll let you in.

All understood? Excellent. Let’s mosey.

The air conditioner broke. Again.

It doesn’t help that today just happens to be the hottest day of the season. The air inside the library is stifling, thick with a humidity that’s been beaten down by a high noon’s sun. The fan spinning next to his seat does no good. It churns out nothing but stale, tropic breezes. All the ice in his drink has long since melted; the water condensing on the glass drips down to seal itself into the wood it rests on. It’s the most refreshing thing Sani’s seen all day.

The kumos gingerly takes off his gold-rimmed glasses (old-fashioned, he knows, but he’s developed a sickeningly sentimental attachment to them) and, for the third time this hour, polishes them with the sweat-laden fabric of his white shirt. As a worker of this library, Sani is obligated to dress as neatly and prudishly as every professional employee must, regardless of how deadly this heat is, how awful he probably smells, and how chaffing his tie is on the skin of his neck. His fingers twitch, itching to loosen up the red silk just a bit. Maybe the boss won’t know. He’s not sitting around in 98 degree weather, after all.

But Sani had already risked taking off his sweater vest (woolen of all things unholy and mighty), rolling up his sleeves, and melting in the chair. He’s supposed to re-shelve boxes of brand new books that just came in today, but the heat, buzzing and maddening, had sucked out all his energy and left behind a vague residue of restlessness that keeps his hands itching and one foot tapping.

He sniffs once, thumbing one side of his long nose to flick off a bead of sweat, grimaces, then redoes the low pony-tail tied at the back of his neck and attempts to look sharp in case someone (i.e: the boss) happens to walk by.

But honestly, who’d want to stick around in a library on a day like this? Aside from Sani of course, but it’s already been established that the man is stamped insane for working on a day like this, sitting in a summer bog such as this.

[NABBING ONE OF THE FIVE SLOTS I'll get a post going here in a bit~ HAY BAYBAY.

ps. it's a library and it's hot and lol poor Sani.]

ooc| HAY BAYBAY TAKE YOUR TIME. ❤

and, lulz, inorite? I love torturing my characters. :>

[ We.. We have to nab a slot?! D8 I want one! -flail- I'll post in a while? And, er, it's a very hot day in the library where ol' Sani works 8D ]

ooc| YES, YOU MUST NAB A SLOT. It's like the a golden ticket deal, except without the glitz and glamor and prancing men in purple suits or too much facial powder and rivers of chocolate -- okay, so it's not really like getting a golden ticket, but more like standing in line for cafeteria food that's not so great. BUT IT CAN BE INTERESTING?

[Aghhh that took longer than I wanted and didn't turn out awesome I AM SORRYyyyy. Though lol sry Sani, Dis isn't even noticing the heat.]

If Dismas was affected by the hellish heat in the library, it wasn't obvious. Hell, he wasn't even sweating. Instead, he moved through the isles between bookshelves easily, tail flicking back and forth behind him as he examined the spines of the books. Every now and then he would reach out and pull one off its shelf, inspect it, then either put it under his arm with the other books he'd collected, or put it back and move on.

At one point, he narrowed his eyes as though scanning for something specific. He let out a puff of air after a minute, disturbing the bangs in front of his face. "One of these days I'll remember to get a new copy..." He had to wonder why he hadn't gotten a replacement for his copy of Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? yet, but he was more concerned about finding something his students would actually bloody read. Though, maybe a book by Philip K. Dick wasn't a good idea for immature teenagers who couldn't appreciate good literature.

Either way, Dis made a mental note-to-himself to order the book online. He really would enjoy a classic he hadn't read in years, especially after reading the modern day drabble he had underneath his arm. One of his students had requested he cover the Twilight series (for the umpteenth millionth time), but he'd let her down gently while he internally cringed at the thought. Still, he'd promised to find something that'd been released in more recent years for them to read.

There was that book by Roberto Bolaño released in English last year, perhaps. While he owned it in its original Spanish version, it couldn't hurt to read it again in English. He'd add that to the list. It had murder and mystery, so maybe that'd keep their attention. Deciding to find 2666 and make his way to the front to check the books out, he moved to where he hoped the book was shelved. Though, maybe he'd stick around and read for a while instead. Heading back home meant facing papers he had to grade, and a potentially distracting Atti to put up with.

Besides, it was rather nice out today...

ooc|| I'm stealing another slot! 8D Hm... It's a library and it's really hot in the summer. That means I'll probably need to roleplay someone fairly quiet so I won't get kicked out. That narrows it down to about two characters. xD I'll go with Ana. I haven't roleplayed her yet, and she likes reading. xP I'll post later. :3

(( OOC: Oh! I'm grabbing a spot! This sounds fun =D))

EDIT: ooc| Yes to Padfoot and Lochnessoon, if you could say the magic words, you'd get in! :D

ALSO, it's okay, Road. XD I'm just happy to get me some RP finally! o/

bic|

Sani was on the verge of sleep, the haze of the summery heat sinking into his mind like an all-too-heavy blanket. He loved the library. He loved the books, the smell of dust and yellow paper (or possibly fungi; but he only had to worry about those when dealing with medieval manuscripts), or the whiff of fresh ink on a newly printed book, the crackle of dry leaves, the weight of an old novel in his hands -- and Sani would've lost himself in a book to rid himself of these sweltering temperatures if not for the fact that sleep had beaten a good read to the punch, had sank its claws onto the delicate skin of Sani's eyelids and weighed them down, down, down . . .

Sani nearly choked on his tongue when he heard the library door open with a loud, wholly unnecessarily dramatic SMACK! He jerked upright, and the room swayed slightly as the blood rushed to his head.

"HEY, SANI!" yelled a voice from the other end of the room. And seeing how expansive the library room is, of course Zeke's voice would echo. Because yelling in a library wouldn't be enough.

In a bee-line and rush of wings, the Montre appeared, golden eyes glinting and a manic grin smugly in place. "I found it," he said, breathless. "I found what I need to make a ray gun. And not just any ray gun -- no, no, listen, this is going to be a ray 25-fucking-pounder Howitzer."

"Please lower your voice in the library," intoned Sani in a small voice.

"But I need the Electrical Experimenter magazine, 1919 -- fuck, what month was it, May? -- don't have that copy in here, do you?" Zeke cast a sharp look around the immaculate counter, espied copies of the library map, snatched one, and before Sani could so much whisper an urgent "Wait a moment!" the Montre took off.

Literally took off like a rocket -- he was flying in the library. Again.

Sani dropped his head to his arms, suppressing a whimper, reminded himself how much he loved his step-brother, then promptly slid out of his seat and hurried after the over-zealous Montre.

Zeke may or may not be heading into Dismas; very little can stop a single-minded Zeke (Sani fondly refers this state as Eureka moments). So it would not be so unexpected to have the Montre bulldoze into the Tigrean should he happened to be in the way.

[Ahahaha same here. XD Been so looooong.]

Ear twitching at the sound of a bellow from up ahead, Dis couldn't help but snort and shake his head. If he thought his students could be loud when entirely unnecessary, whoever that was had certainly beaten them in a shouting contest. He'd even given Howie a run for his money--the class clown always had a habit of speaking much too loudly, though it worked well when he had to read aloud. Except then he couldn't hear after he finished, rather than while he read.

Rather than pay the yelling and slamming about any mind, the blond instead focused on the numbers of the Dewey Decimal to find what he was looking for. Many books came to mind while he looked at the numbers, and he took a moment of consideration to decide whether or not he wanted to add those to his list.

Except that meant he was left wide open for an accidental assault.

Letting out a surprised 'oomph!' with the impact, he fell backwards and flat on his ass, books flying. Normally, when someone was plowed into, they'd start complaining and shouting about the incident. Dismas, however, was more focused on saving the books from a fate they most certainly did not deserve simply because Zeke was excited to begin work on a project. So with a couple quick, muttered words, he held a hand out to soften their fall with a spell.

Once he was certain he'd stopped them from being damaged, he exhaled slowly, taking on an amused tone. "Weren't you ever taught not to speed through a library? It's rather dangerous for all parties."

Tringle walked into the library, sweltering in the midsummer heat. She wiped her brow, intent on seeing if she could find a book. She'd decided to actually read IN the library today, seeing as she had a bit of a record for turning books in late. She dropped her long-overdue books into the return slot and walked into the library quietly.

It wasn't the scene she expected, to say the least. The librarian, a Kumos, was running after a Galactic Montre who was flying around the library recklessly, clutching what appeared to be a map of the library. Interesting. Tringle called out to the librarian. "Is there anything I can do to help?" Despite the sweltering heat, the library suddenly seemed pretty exciting.

Oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit pretty much summed up Sani's thoughts when Ezequiel not so much as bumped, tumbled, or even collided into someone -- someone unfortunate and, Sani prayed, benevolent -- as he had plowed into them.

"Oh, man," Zeke gasped, springing back on his feet with ungainly grace and staggering back, head spinning, breath knocked out of him. "Oh, man -- dude, I didn't see -- oh, haha, oh, wow, hey, are you okay, there? Whoaaaa."

Zeke swayed a bit before finding purchase, rubbing the back of his nest-like head and messing with the goggles still strapped on over his eyes. He blinked, as if suddenly realizing their presence, snaps them high over his brow, then gives the blond a sharp look over.

"Ezequiel!" Sani barked out -- as quietly as one could bark in a library, anyway, "Why did you -- oh, good grief. Sir, are you -- sir, are you all right? I apologize for the -- for my step-brother's, ah, frantic --"

"You don't think he could've gotten a concussion, do you?" Zeke squinted at Dis wonderingly, mind still not there.

"-- fits of insanity," Sani finished, lamely. Like the good librarian he was, Sani was already scrambling for the books, squeezing past Ezequiel to snatch at the slowly falling books. There was a moment of intense admiration at the spell before pragmatism took over.

"I was going to make a ray gun Howitzer!" chirped Zeke, as if that was explanation enough for having almost killed a man.

"Zeke," Sani said, affected with straining patience, "please be quiet."

[ For Tringle: ]

The sound of another voice startled Sani. Tail stiffening and ears perked, he murmured a hasty apology and rushed to do his job.

"Ah, miss?" He whispered, a tad breathless when meeting Tringle. "Oh -- no, no, madam, nothing for you to worry about. We were just having a few, erm," a flinch, "difficulties, that's all. Is there -- is there anything you need help with?"

Ana sat calmly at a table, a stack of manga books on the smooth wooden surface. She usually preferred to read complex novels, but every now and then, she needed a break from the seriousness. Halfway through a Fruits Basket novel, she realized how glad she was that Levi wasn't with her. The dark matter montre was pretty quiet when he was alone, but even in a library, he couldn't resist mouthing off to someone.

She was dressed in all black, like she normally was. She didn't dress darkly because she was goth, but simply because she didn't have any other color. She was a specially-trained assassin, and it was almost a requirement that she wear black. However, she was really regretting it now. The summer heat was thick around her, but she didn't want to go anywhere else--it was so quiet in the library.

Well, it was--until a montre, apparently named Zeke, burst in, yelling ecstatically at a worn-looking kumos. Her furry ear flicked in annoyance at the sudden loud noise, but she didn't look up until she heard a dull crash. Placing the Fruits Basket book back down on the table and abandoning it, she approached the scene cautiously, wondering what happened.

It didn't take her long to find out. It was obvious that the loud montre had smacked into someone. She rolled her eyes slightly, but didn't return to her book--she wanted to see what would happen next.

"I'm fine," Dis attempted to assure Sani, lifting his hand up to give a dismissive wave. He'd been through worse, though that'd been rather surprising, he'd admit. Wasn't everyday he got plowed down in the middle of a library. His kids (and Nik, too) would probably tell him that's what happens when you go to such a horrible place.

Remaining on the floor for a moment and watching the exchange, Dis raised a brow before he started shifting to get to his feet. Gathering up the books as Sani went to tend to another visitor of the library, he examined the stack to double-check for damage. Once he was sure everything was quite all right, he looked back at Ezequiel. Shaking his head slowly, he put the books under his arm again.

"A concussion requires head-to-surface contact, normally. I believe I only suffered ass-to-floor," he mused, turning his upper body a bit to check the damage of his behind now. Seeing nothing, he turned back around to face Zeke. "A Howitzer was the cause of your rush?"

Unable to contain the amusement in his voice, he let out a light snort while he dusted himself off. He hardly seemed to notice (or, perhaps, simply didn't care) that the accident had attracted the attention of nearby people. "Impressive choice, though I'm not sure it's worth the trouble of crashing into the unaware."

Zeke's face practically lit up when the subject was broached. "Not worth the --?" He sputtered, uncomprehending how anyone would pass up the prospect of the howitzer - of his baby -- for mere etiquette. "Dude, sir, okay, no offense, but, uh, you have absolutely no idea how momentous this all is, right? And -- okay, fine, so it's not just a howitzer. If it was just a howizter," here, he rolled his eyes, still talking in one breath, "it wouldn't be that great. But what I'm making is a howitzer solar death ray."

His fast-talking voice took up a feverish pitch, golden eyes alight and entire body practically buzzing with fervor. Hell, even the tatoos etched into his inky skin seemed to twist from sheer energy radiating off of the Montre.

He blinked once, sliding his gaze off of Dis to glance over to the Kumos. He gave her a lazy salute and a quirked eyebrow. "Howdy?"

Tringle blinked. "Anything I can... Oh! I just returned those books I borrowed. You know, the ones that were, like, a month overdue? Anyway, I gave them back, and here's the late fee." She handed over the sP cheerfully. "I decided I should probably read AT the library from now on." She turned away and selected a mystery novel. She curled up in a fluffy chair, completely tuning the world out as she dove into the pages of her book. She was dimly aware of the Galactic Montre telling someone about his Howitzer Solar whatsit. It wasn't that interesting to her. Actually, real life wasn't that interesting to her, period. Which was why she spent the vast majority of her life buried in fantasy books.

[ Gah, sorry if I'm a lil' late -__- I had to go off somewhere. I'll be using Sion ]

"Man, it's hot today..."

The fisherman sighed to himself as he closed the library doors, taking a moment to look around the newly discovered place. He lifted his straw sun hat slightly, to wipe the slight sweat from his forehead, before continuing to venture inside. To his disappointment, it wasn't any cooler than it was outside the building. The little dog that had followed him inside sat down, panting.

To make due with this sudden heat, the kanis had decided that it wasn't the best time to start his trip back to his hometown. The air was just too full of humidity and it drained him of whatever energy he had of going anywhere. And there wasn't any body of water nearby to even throw a line or two. Sion had strapped his wooden rod to his back, since it wasn't that long to potentially whack anyone, and he had no place to put it anywhere anyway.

Sion wandered around the library, trying his best to not bring any attention to his little companion. (Were pets aloud in here? He thought to himself) The kanis figured that he would borrow a book and returned it before he left tomorrow, since he had given the only book he brought with him away. Besides, he was curious to see if any of his mother's books were in here.

Adjusting his rather plain attire of a t-shirt and a pair of cargo shorts, Sion made his way over to the presently-empty main desk, wondering if anyone was actually around to help him out. He noticed that when he had entered that there was some sort of commotion going on, with a Kumos and a Montre and a few others nearby.

Not really knowing what to do, he leaned over on the desk, peering over at the others from afar. Sion didn't want to be too nosy, but rather, he felt that he would be out of place to come in at that moment. And he was just plain tired of the heat. "I wonder if the librarian knows what's going on..." He asked the little brown dog below him.

Sani accepted the money numbly, blinking before the act registered. "Oh! Oh, right, ah, well, thank you. If there's anything I could help you with, well, feel free to let me know, miss."

He gave her a strange look before pacing back to Zeke and the Tigrean. "Ezekial," he says, tired and quiet, "could you please keep your voice down?"

"Huh? OH. Yeah, sure," the Montre said and adjusted his voice gradually. He grinned a lopsided smile. "Don't get your dander all in a fluff, man. No one's really caring."

"Common courtesy," Sani mumbles, and the words sound well-used in his mouth, as if this wasn't the first time he's said them to Ezekiel (and it wasn't). The sound of the doors sliding open tugged at his ears, and then the Kumos was off again, fluttering over to the desk, a good employee.

"Hello, sir," he said to Sion, sliding behind the desk. "Is there something you need help with?"

Sion smiled back in surprise, his floppy snow-white ears rising just a bit. "O-Oh! You're the librarian!" He looked at the bespectacled Kumos and then back at where he was before, where the Montre he had spoken to was grinning and looking at the long-haired Tigrean in excitement. There were a few people around, too, a young child looking curiously at them, a cute pink Kerubi leaving the scene, and a black-dressed Kumos.

"Do... you work with them?" He asked the librarian curiously. With the look of that Montre it'd look like this would be a rather upbeat place to borrow a book from. The place wasn't all that bad, either. Sion found it homely with the smell of the library in the air... but it was still rather humid. He was almost glad there was a fan at the counter, if only the air it blew into his face was cooler.

Seeing this moment of distraction, the small dog that was hiding behind his leg found a perfect time to go explore. He slipped away, passing by startled pets and book lovers, and brought himself to the comfy-looking chair where the dawn Kerubi resided.

Sani returned the Kanis' smile with a grin of his own, polite and amiable. He adjusted his glasses self-consciously and dipped his head in a half-nod, half-bow. "Yes, I'm the librarian. And, ah, don't mind them. The Montre is my step-brother and he's . . . rather excitable to say at least," Sani finished, a touch of moroseness entering his tones.

He noted the dog shuffling away and blinked owlishly. "Oh! Pets aren't allowed in here. Residents could be allergic to them, or they might not be house-broken -- not to suggest that your pet isn't house-broken, just a part of protocol -- and could you just --" Here, Sani made a helpless gesture. "Call him back, if you would?"