Recording #002 | June Log

[the_archive]

WHO | Jon and OTA.
WHAT | DITL mostly, with a few starts in the comments. Feel free to run into Jon anywhere mentioned. He's flexing his Knowing, so if you're interested in dropping some knowledge, that'd be lovely.
WHERE | The Castle, Thorne, the Library, the Dungeon
WHEN | Post-Festival through the rest of June

Realizing that his connection to the Eye is whole again rather soured the end of the Festival for Jon. He spent a day behind the curtains in his room, enduring a headache, but now that's settled down to a mute throb, he's walking off the rest of it while he wrestles with himself.

It's not a surprise, this reconnection. Ambrose told him the respite would only be for a few days. And it's not explicitly unwanted. There are a lot of questions to which he needs answers, and he knows he can seek out those answers, but not without some cost. He knows he'll do it, since the information isn't only for himself. He has to work up the courage.

And he hasn't read a statement in over two weeks now, which is... troublesome. Despite taking full advantage of the dining hall daily (okay, nearly daily), he's aware of a constant vague hunger.

So the walking is as much distraction as exploration. He's going to wear out his sandals pacing the corridors of the castle and the aisles of the library, walking out into the town. He mostly confines his town visits to mid-day, when folk are often too busy to waylay an "honoured guest."

Comments

[iobject]

"I've heard of Tarot, but I can't say I know anything about it." He cocks his head at the explanation, still rubbing his chin. "The way making a choice collapses possibilities? Well... isn't that life?"

He shrugs his shoulders, a wry smile teasing his lips. "We all have to make choices some time, and that means not doing things we could have done instead."

[the_archive]

"Of course it is. Tarot cards aren't meant to label people. If you believe in them, they're meant to give you an idea of how to address whatever you have going on. The Lovers is probably usually interpreted as a warning. If you choose A, you can't go back and decide you want B later."

[iobject]

"So my sign is a warning? That's pretty ominous." Phoenix rubs the back of his neck, momentarily unsettled before remembering that he thinks these signs are wholly arbitrary and don't actually have any bearing on who people are. "What's yours supposed to be?"

[the_archive]

"The High Priestess." He turns his sleeve, looking at the little version of the sigil embroidered there. "The recordkeeper, and keeper of secrets. She carries a scroll with all the knowledge of past, present, and future, and usually means something about secrets, or mysteries, or solving mysteries." He gives him a wry look. "The Nancy Drew card."

[iobject]

"Oh, that's a good one." Phoenix means it. It definitely sounds a lot better than the 'warning: choices are permanent' card. "Are you a detective?"

Then he remembers he doesn't actually buy into these things, but who knows? Maybe Ambrose observed them and slapped some card assignments on them based on their jobs or something.

[the_archive]

"No. Recordkeeping." Because he's doing his best to leave the word archivist behind. "But it's still a little close to the mark."

[iobject]

"Oh. Like a stenographer? Or a librarian?" 'Librarian' seems closest to 'recordkeeper' to Phoenix. He's not sure if everyone has stenographers, though. Or maybe librarians. Trying to think of all the ways people's worlds could be different from his makes his head spin.

[the_archive]

"No, like a recordkeeper. I oversee- oversaw the records of a specialized research organization."

He glances around casually, but meaningfully. Inside the castle library is not where he'd discuss that in any real detail.

[iobject]

Phoenix didn't spend seven years looking over his shoulder to not pick up on that cue. His smile stays unmoving and polite, an impeccable poker face, and he nods. "It sounds interesting. I'd like to hear about it some time."

Polite, sounding totally normal, while still shutting down that line of questioning.

"Are you interested in learning about Thorne's legal theory? I could recommend some books that aren't as dry as these things usually are."

[the_archive]

"Do they actually have a legal system?" It's pessimistic interest, but it's interest. Jon picks up a nearest book, raising an eyebrow at the title.