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cultor2025-07-14 08:38 pm
clockgears) wrote in cultor2025-07-14 08:38 pm
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[closed] like the stories that you keep inside your head
Who: Ozpin, Viktor, Arthur
What: Codebreaking
Where: Jefferson Market Library
When: Early-mid July
Warnings: tbd
Ozpin has always been a firm believer in the power of cooperation, so he's a little smug that he's already managed to coordinate one such bout of cooperation.
He doesn't look smug, at least. He waits patiently at the corner outside 'his' library, looking like he could be any random civilian if not for the distinctly post-apocalyptic aesthetic of the city surrounding him. He shouldn't be hard to locate. It's not just that he's tall and one of the only people out and about; 'a clock tower' is a pretty distinctive landmark, and 'the corner of 10th street and 6th avenue' isn't exactly hard to find.
So he waits, and he lifts a hand to wave a greeting at whichever of the two arrives first; Viktor seemed to think his appearance would be alarming, so it's probably easy to tell which is which.
— — — — —
Once everyone has arrived and introductions have been made, Ozpin leads their little party inside. The room he leads them to very clearly used to be the children's section of the library, judging by the short tables and brightly colored book displays. But Ozpin has been at work since he arrived here. The child-sized tables has been pushed aside and an adult-sized table has been dragged over from elsewhere. Most critically, the adult-sized table has been bedecked with supplies. Pencils, papers, copies of the message Ozpin received...
And the most critical supply: expired instant coffee. A single unopened jar of it stands proudly on the table next to a trio of mugs. On the circulation desk nearby is a jury-rigged coal 'stove' atop which sits a gently steaming teakettle.
"I'm afraid it's not much, but please: make yourself at home."
What: Codebreaking
Where: Jefferson Market Library
When: Early-mid July
Warnings: tbd
Ozpin has always been a firm believer in the power of cooperation, so he's a little smug that he's already managed to coordinate one such bout of cooperation.
He doesn't look smug, at least. He waits patiently at the corner outside 'his' library, looking like he could be any random civilian if not for the distinctly post-apocalyptic aesthetic of the city surrounding him. He shouldn't be hard to locate. It's not just that he's tall and one of the only people out and about; 'a clock tower' is a pretty distinctive landmark, and 'the corner of 10th street and 6th avenue' isn't exactly hard to find.
So he waits, and he lifts a hand to wave a greeting at whichever of the two arrives first; Viktor seemed to think his appearance would be alarming, so it's probably easy to tell which is which.
— — — — —
Once everyone has arrived and introductions have been made, Ozpin leads their little party inside. The room he leads them to very clearly used to be the children's section of the library, judging by the short tables and brightly colored book displays. But Ozpin has been at work since he arrived here. The child-sized tables has been pushed aside and an adult-sized table has been dragged over from elsewhere. Most critically, the adult-sized table has been bedecked with supplies. Pencils, papers, copies of the message Ozpin received...
And the most critical supply: expired instant coffee. A single unopened jar of it stands proudly on the table next to a trio of mugs. On the circulation desk nearby is a jury-rigged coal 'stove' atop which sits a gently steaming teakettle.
"I'm afraid it's not much, but please: make yourself at home."
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Ozpin. A pleasure to meet you, Viktor.
[ At least he sounds like he means it when he says that. ]
No one else has come forward with additional messages since I made my request, so I'm afraid we'll only have the two to start with.