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entrancelogs2018-03-05 03:08 pm
nascensibility) wrote in entrancelogs2018-03-05 03:08 pm
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[OPEN] patience is a virtue
Who: Evelyn and you!
Where: Various (see below)
When: 3/5
Rating: PG-PG13
Summary: Forays into mildly-charted territories and the usual locales.
The Story:
kitchen
[As a woman forced to learn the art of patience over the course of her stay in this gilded prison Evelyn has taken to adopting (read: attempting) a number of hobbies, even if they won't stick with her once she's gone - if she leaves at all. Usually this falls to learning additional languages for the mental challenge it provides, but languages aren't all that fun when they can't be utilised and Wonderland's handy translation feature makes it difficult to engage properly. February's chill still lingers in the early hours of March, and so she has resorted to perusing the contents of one of her Christmas gifts in the kitchen, modifying and adapting elements to try to recreate something she had at a dinner once, in America.
The little box of index cards sits open on the counter top and Evelyn, the consummate proponent of propriety, is addressing a rather sorry excuse for a Beef Wellington.]
What absolute bollocks-
[She swears loudly, picking at the limp and lacklustre pastry that was supposed to have puffed up. What feels like a thousand steps in and she can't even execute the last one to satisfaction, duxelles and pΓ’tΓ© all for naught. Unwilling to better examine what went wrong she picks the entire sheet up with a sound of disgust and chucks everything into the rubbish bin.
She rolls up her sleeves to try again.]
library
[Post-cooking disaster Evelyn can be found doing her daily milling through the stacks: shelving, re-shelving, making idle comments on book subjects before disappearing down another row. She eventually wanders to the archives for a 'bout of - admittedly early - spring cleaning, files spread far and wide across the west wing sitting area. It is a variety of sorting, for the express purpose of putting older materials away into a kind of storage when they aren't reference all that often.
On occasion she will greet the stray library patron with her usual friendliness, though she looks a little frazzled and will occasionally pause to write something down in a nearby notebook.]
Oh! Hello there.
various
[The late afternoon sees a desperate need for respite out-of-doors, and Evelyn can be found at the stables, then the outside gun range. At the former venue she is most likely to challenge any visitors to a race for the sheer thrill of it, and at the latter Evelyn professes a deep interest in the firearms made available after her era, asking about them in well-meaning curiosity.
Keeping excessively active tends to serve her best: all the easier to avoid lingering for too long on fears based in an ancient world, from another time. Sitting still isn't exactly an option.]
Where: Various (see below)
When: 3/5
Rating: PG-PG13
Summary: Forays into mildly-charted territories and the usual locales.
The Story:
kitchen
[As a woman forced to learn the art of patience over the course of her stay in this gilded prison Evelyn has taken to adopting (read: attempting) a number of hobbies, even if they won't stick with her once she's gone - if she leaves at all. Usually this falls to learning additional languages for the mental challenge it provides, but languages aren't all that fun when they can't be utilised and Wonderland's handy translation feature makes it difficult to engage properly. February's chill still lingers in the early hours of March, and so she has resorted to perusing the contents of one of her Christmas gifts in the kitchen, modifying and adapting elements to try to recreate something she had at a dinner once, in America.
The little box of index cards sits open on the counter top and Evelyn, the consummate proponent of propriety, is addressing a rather sorry excuse for a Beef Wellington.]
What absolute bollocks-
[She swears loudly, picking at the limp and lacklustre pastry that was supposed to have puffed up. What feels like a thousand steps in and she can't even execute the last one to satisfaction, duxelles and pΓ’tΓ© all for naught. Unwilling to better examine what went wrong she picks the entire sheet up with a sound of disgust and chucks everything into the rubbish bin.
She rolls up her sleeves to try again.]
library
[Post-cooking disaster Evelyn can be found doing her daily milling through the stacks: shelving, re-shelving, making idle comments on book subjects before disappearing down another row. She eventually wanders to the archives for a 'bout of - admittedly early - spring cleaning, files spread far and wide across the west wing sitting area. It is a variety of sorting, for the express purpose of putting older materials away into a kind of storage when they aren't reference all that often.
On occasion she will greet the stray library patron with her usual friendliness, though she looks a little frazzled and will occasionally pause to write something down in a nearby notebook.]
Oh! Hello there.
various
[The late afternoon sees a desperate need for respite out-of-doors, and Evelyn can be found at the stables, then the outside gun range. At the former venue she is most likely to challenge any visitors to a race for the sheer thrill of it, and at the latter Evelyn professes a deep interest in the firearms made available after her era, asking about them in well-meaning curiosity.
Keeping excessively active tends to serve her best: all the easier to avoid lingering for too long on fears based in an ancient world, from another time. Sitting still isn't exactly an option.]
no subject
How did you find out? Was it simply trial and error or did you figure out a system early on? Does it cycle through a few different settings or-- what are the factors?
[She's just legitimately fascinated.]
no subject
A little of everything, really.
[If she sounds apologetic, it is because she is sincerely so.]
On an average day, it organises itself by subject, then alphabetically by author. When it's raining outside the entire library is alphabetical by title, and when you very much need a particular book it is most likely to be at least one row over from the one you anticipate finding it in...unless you concentrate very hard, in which case you can call it to you no matter which row you're in. But that takes practise.
no subject
That really does sound like itβs toying with you. Do you see it physically shift or is it a matter of blinking before itβs done it all over again? Do you do all the reshelving or will it organize itself? Does it anger if you put a book back in the wrong place?