Who: Theodore Arrington and Theo Ross What: Books. Where: The library Theodore works at in Corcaigh When: Afternoon, 23/10 Warnings: Probably nothing too high Status: Closed, ongoing
No amount of time spent in this world was getting Theodore any more used to it. Having returned safely to Ireland had helped, and getting back into a daily routine in the form of finding a job at a library was helping a bit, but even that only helped so much.
The library he had worked at for years in his proper world didn’t exist here. He’d headed down the familiar side street shortly after he and Lorcan had arrived back on their native soil, only to find a bank in its place. There was a different library only a few blocks away, however, and it seemed this place did, at least, still use the same organisational methods as the one back home. That was enough to make him seem perfectly suited to the job, thanks to his knowledge and experience, and they’d just so happened to have an opening.
Also like the one he had worked at back home, this library wasn’t particularly busy, which meant he had a whole lot of down time for research. Which was why although he was technically at his post, seated at the information desk in case anyone needed help, he was currently pouring through one of the libraries older volumes of Irish mythology, making notes in the moleskin notebook he’d started keeping as a makeshift Bestiary. It was nothing like the one he’d kept at home, but he needed something, or he’d start to go mad.
Much of what he was learning seemed to prove that the mythology, at least, was quite similar here. The origin story for lycanthropy he was currently reading and jotting down points about was incredibly familiar to him- namely that a certain clan had made a mockery of St. Patrick by howling like wolves, leading to their being cursed by God himself to take on the form of wolves.
He couldn’t help a little chuckle at this information. Complete rubbish and absolutely irrelevant to the facts of this world, he was sure, but still. Fairly fascinating stuff, funny as it might have been.