[OPEN] I've got ideas, but it's nothing I picked up at school

[misdirection_hex]

WHO: Vandelin and anyone else!
WHAT: Concussions. (Among other things.)
WHEN: Any time during the month.
WHERE: The library and the clinic.
NOTES: Always happy to add another starter!

1. Library

There's very little that Vandelin actually misses about the Circle, and still less that he would ever admit to missing--but the one thing he'd appreciate having back, even if he'd never cop to it, is a library that accommodates short people well. Perhaps Hasmal's library had been designed by an elven mage, or perhaps its low shelves and abundant stepladders were simply coincidental conveniences, but he'd never had any trouble reaching a book he wanted back there.

Well, there's nothing for it. He's not about to just ask someone for help. Checking carefully to make sure nobody's watching, he places a chair in front of the shelf, stacks a couple thick textbooks on top of it, and gets climbing.

2. Clinic

The chair had looked stable. Vandelin will maintain until his dying day that his makeshift stepladder had been a perfectly decent idea while it lasted. He has, in fact, been insisting this all the way to the clinic, with slightly slurred words, to the annoyance of the guy who's taken it upon himself to escort the poor concussed elf there so that he isn't wandering aimlessly around Darktown with a huge target on his back.

The walk has at least done him a bit of good, and he is slightly more lucid when he makes his way through the door, off-balance and bruised and leaning on his staff. "Is there a...wait, or can I just see a healer?"

3. Wildcard

Surprise me!

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[failedfirst]

Ordinarily, Velanna doesn't pay much attention to others in the library. She's focused on her own thing, and when people talk to her it just annoys her. Of course, when she rounds the corner and sees someone standing on the books she nearly shrieks. As it is there's a stream of elven curses that probably shouldn't be translated as she storms over.

"Get off of those books!" she really doesn't like it when people abuse the books.

[misdirection_hex]

The precise translation of the profanity is lost on him, but it's hard not to get the gist. He turns to see where it's coming from, raising his eyebrows with polite surprise and pretending he doesn't notice the way the books shift perilously under his feet when he moves.

"Oh, I will in just a moment. Don't worry. All I need to do is reach this one up here and I'll have everything put back the way I found it. You'll never know anything was out of place at all." He flashes her a bright politician's smile.