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[heptagram]

WHO: Patchouli, whoever else feels like showing up
WHERE: Places. You know. Basically wherever. A library is a good bet, though.
WHEN: Late Day 2-Early Day 3 I... think...
WHAT: Somehow it became possible to get this nerd to have a look around a city.

Patchouli emerged from the mansion in the middle of the night to unfamiliar surroundings. Apparently the city was so intent on dragging her in that it would give her nowhere else to go. Fine. She just wouldn't go anywhere, then, right?

Well, about that... For some reason probably a blatant shoehorning in order to get her to go look around, the siren allure of other libraries drew Patchouli into the city. She also decided to explore everything available to her. What this means is that other people have many opportunities to interrupt her, and pretty much wherever -- but once she runs across an unfamiliar library, she might settle in for a while to read.

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late day 2

[winelolly]

Bernard's willing to believe that this city is nothing more than a drunken dream that he's navigating with a great lucidity. Somehow this entire city seemed to be a combination of bars, off licenses, libraries and bookstores - or was that simply him projecting onto the canvas that was this dreamscape?

The thing that was running counter to Bernard's theory was the sheer stubbornness of which everything seemed to be solid and real. Buildings seemed to be made of stone and brick, which means that Bernard's attempt to punch the library wall in an attempt to test the dream-like nature of Coba has ended in failure and him cursing loudly as he clutches his hand, hunched over and eventually landing in a pile on the library steps - obscuring Patchouli's path in.

[heptagram]

Patchouli missed Bernard punching the wall. She probably would have been horribly confused by that. At this point, she was taking the encroaching city in stride. Sure, it seemed ludicrous, but a. what wasn't a little unbelievable where she came from? and b. it... didn't seem bad, either.

"Sir? Are you okay?" she asked upon catching sight of Bernard. It kind of looked like he'd slipped a little.

[winelolly]

It takes Bernard a good long moment to realise that there's a purple haired woman looking down at him as he lay in a heap on the steps of the very building he tried to punch. The pain in his hand was subsiding to a dull throb as he sat up to actually see what the business was.

And he squints. Nope. Definitely in a dreamland because there's a woman in pajamas and purple hair.

"Are you looking for a night cap? You won't find one in the library."

[heptagram]

"No... mostly I am just wondering why exactly you are lying on the stairs like this. Did you trip on something?"

Honestly, she could have just floated over and ignored him. But, well...

[winelolly]

He blinks with incredulity, looking up at this ridiculously dressed woman like she is insane. She is insane, she has to be.

"I didn't want to be here." he says huffily. "It's not my fault that this world isn't working the way it's supposed to."

[heptagram]

She is. Just probably not in the way that Bernard is thinking.

"Now, when you say 'not working the way it's supposed to' ... what do you mean? Have you been here a while and something has gone awry?"

[winelolly]

There's an impatient wave of the hand as tries to straighten himself up against the steps, but he's still very much in a slump looking up at Patchouli.

"No, the world isn't working. The city is actually alive and responding to me like a dream but it's all solid and real. Like the building. It's brick."

[heptagram]

"Well... yes, it certainly is. But what does this have to do with it 'not working' and responding to you like it's actually alive?"

Other than the fact that it seemed to mysteriously grow around her home overnight?

[winelolly]

"This is magic, sorcery! Something close to a drunk fantasy than it is reality!"

Bernard groans and sits up just a bit more.

"You're not helping, looking like you strolled out of some French revolution bedroom."

[heptagram]

About that... okay, that was about a century before her time, to be air, but after a point, doesn't time blur together a little?

Okay, not that much.

"I guess. I mean, it did seem to spring up around my home fairly suddenly overnight." Plus, Bernard didn't look like he came from the same world as her. What the hell was this place.

[winelolly]

"Exactly..."

He finally gets round to rubbing his eyes and it works, helping him to refocus despite the throbbing pain in his hand. At least now that was numbing down to something duller. Bernard, reaches into inside his coat pocket and finds a plastic glass of wine and a small bottle like the one you'd find in a minibar. He unscrews it, but instead of pouring it into the glass instead opts to drink it straight from the bottle.

"What kind of fool goes to the library in the evening anyway." he says, directed at Patchouli but he's still very hesitant to look her in the eye.

[heptagram]

She probably could ask him the same question, but did not.

"It's when I woke up," she noted instead. It was true, but kind of irrelevant.

[winelolly]

"Do you like books? I like books." says Bernard with a pained grin on his face as he finishes off the tiny bottle and tosses it behind him.

[heptagram]

"I do," she noted. "I spend most of my days researching -- researching whatever I can."

She hadn't gotten into the whole matter of her age or being a wizard yet. They'd get to that. ... and Bernard would probably think she was full of shit, but given his other experiences thus far, would that really be weird?

[winelolly]

Women who read books. That was a rarity.

"My name's Bernard. I run a book shop. Maybe you could visit sometime if you like books."

He's attempting to be charming and failing, please pardon him.

[heptagram]

Patchouli was good at breaking expectations.

"Nice to meet you, Bernard." She'll give him a pass for the time being. Near nobody really comes off as charming to her. "My name is Patchouli."

As stated, the 'French' guess was awfully on the mark.