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 Posted: Wed Mar 11, 2026 5:35 pm
Arlen had spent the better part of the day as he usually did, which was cleaning up around Ye Bochord. The old girl seemed to be falling apart on him, despite his best efforts to raise her from the ground, and there was only so much he could fix and handle at once, between this and his newfound job as a Sailor or whatever, which... He still wasn't very happy about. He felt like he was, quite possibly, the worst man for the job.
But that could be worried about later! He was doing Arlen things right now! Not Azalea things!
He was actually working on one of his sketches, finally---he was leaned over his counter with a very narrowed sort of expression, chewing on his lip absently as he tried to make sense of whatever the hair seemed to be doing without his permission, which was... Well. It didn't look too bad, he supposed.
Maybe even good? Eh, he'd figure it out later, if he didn't like it. He needed to commit. Try and make it work.
He heard the bells for his door chime, and shot up like a dart.
"Oh! Hiya! Welcome to Ye Bochord, how can I help you?"
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Posted: Sat Mar 21, 2026 12:07 am
Ronan’s hands tapped in a frenetic pattern against the tops of his thighs as he walked, it wasn’t a patrol. He still had yet to go on one of those, at least by himself. Not much he was actually able to do as long as the Moon, the bloody MOON would only allow him a paper lantern to fight off whatever insane s**t decided he looked tasty this week. Maybe he could jam the stick into a nostril and give it a nosebleed before he was fully in its gullet. Possibly cause some indigestion on the way down. He sighed. Maybe decisions made on adrenaline highs weren’t always the smartest, but he was in it now and there was no way he wasn’t going to do…whatever it was he could do until he got something less embarrassing to shake at the monsters. Straightening up and squaring his shoulders before the inevitable return of the awkward hunch that accompanied years spent bent close to the books that had defined his life until the past few months. A visit to an unfamiliar spot to feed his habit was just what he needed, a reminder that whatever else was going on he was still himself. That the place had an Old English name felt serendipitous, a nice touch for a confusing time. Opening the door, Ronan inhaled deeply, as though drawing in the comforting familiarity of old books would counterbalance all of the strangeness. For a moment it was easy to forget the possibility that there might be another person in here, that the promise of knowledge between the pages hadn’t simply sprung fully formed from the pavement. The seemingly sudden appearance of a young clerk(?) pulled him from his mind’s wanderings and back into reality. “Oh, er. Hi. I’m just browsing.”His eyes scanned the bookcases, trying to hide the fact that the stranger’s voice had startled him before forcing his eyes to meet the other man. “It’s a nice place you’ve got here...I like the name.”ArlentheAngel So sorry for the delay! I've had no attention span lately but hopefully it won't be too much of a problem
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Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2026 8:29 pm
Arlen waved, a broad gesture that captured the excitement that came with greeting a new patron in a place that got so few of them, despite it's fun and quirky interior. To be honest, there were many reasons Arlen could picture to be the source of this, from the fact that it was far away from almost anything of note, to the crumbling exterior and the unfortunate leak in the ceiling, but there was no way to know for sure.
Unfortunately, the old girl had been outside the library system for almost a decade now, and the cost to enter it back in, paired with the potential backlash and downsides to bringing it in---well, it was a whole pickle.
He didn't really have a lot of funding for improvements. But hey---he was working on it! He was hosting more events, even trying to configure his wretched phone to try and set up a "social media" account, like one of the other patrons had suggested, but it was a slow process at best and Arlen hardly understood the infernal technology anywho, so he could only really sort of get it set up.
Still, clearly something was working! Three patrons in three days!
"Thank you," he replied, all but beaming, "always been a fan of Old English---besides, people say this place is haunted, so it's fun to indulge in the festivities. Is there a genre in particular I can point you towards, luv?"
Honkzilla Not at all, lovely! I've been quite busy with work, myself!
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Posted: Fri May 22, 2026 11:35 pm
Ronan did his best to conceal the fact that he was mildly startled by the enthusiastic gesture, keeping his face carefully neutral. The proprietor seemed friendly and his shop, though not in pristine condition, had an undeniable charm and undoubtedly more than a few treasures. The place just needed a bit of extra attention, if the stranger’s eagerness was any indication it had no shortage of love and he couldn’t help but find himself a bit caught up in the emotion. He wasn’t exactly capable of whatever structural repairs it might need, and he definitely couldn’t do much in the way of money, but if the other man wanted a hand he was more than capable of making it more hospitable for the books. Even if the shelves needed a bit of shoring up he knew how to make that happen. Focusing firmly on the spot between the owner’s eyebrows he continued. “How are things going?” Wait. Introductions. “I’m Ronan. Book restorer. Er, I’m a a book restorer with the library. The special collections, I mean.” He remained as eloquent as ever, but at least he got that out. ArlentheAngel OK now that I've got a better handle on the notifications Gaia ate I should be able to be more consistent here, sorry for losing track
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