[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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[justice_is_blond]

One of the aides comes up at the question, looking him over and tutting before she slips away. A few moments later she's replaced by Anders, making his way between little tables and clusters of people.

"I'm told your look like you've a head injury? For that there isn't a wait. Please, have a seat on a cot." There's also the benefit of coming in with a staff. Anders cares about the people of Darktown a great deal, but mages are his people. Mages are the ones he'll look out for the most.

"Do you want to tell me what happened?" He's grabbing a stool as he asks, which will be brought over to whichever cot the mage chooses to sit down on.

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[circleprodigy]

A moment later, there's a soft canine whine. An adult mabari is watching him, though he disappears for a moment before returning with an elven woman who is likewise height-challenged. At the moment, she's wearing civilian clothes rather than armor, but the griffon pendant makes her affiliation rather obvious. Pausing to see what has her mabari's attention, she smiles semi-apologetically.

"Garahel's afraid you'll fall and, to be fair, that doesn't seem particularly stable. Do you want assistance?"

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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.

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[crowncitizen]

So Prompto's never been much of a reader, although occasionally he'll dive into a book, if the mood strikes him. Since coming to Thedas, he's done it much more, what with the lack of television, smart phones, and other electronic entertainment. And it's the best way to get to know about this place that doesn't involve haphazard social interactions and questions. He's dressed like a native now, and he's hidden his mark designating him as an outsider, but he still has a lot to learn.

Currently, he's going to take a look at a book about the Free Marches (since he's kind of living there now) when he notices a bad idea taking shape. Prompto frowns as the guy piles on books on top of a chair and begins to climb. "Uh, buddy. That is so not a good idea what you're doing there. I can try reaching what you're looking for?"

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[inagutterson]

Mate did you think no one was watching? Really? Think again, there's an Yngvi loitering for reasons best known only to him because who would think to look for him in a library after all (unless that's the plan but Yngvi rarely gets accused of having those or at least of having any good plans) as he rolls a few parts in the direction of the chair. Small but with a good heft to them seeing as they help to form part of the jaws of one of his many traps that sprout up, mushrooms after a good hard rain.

"Mate," in a tone that doesn't imply any sort of mate-iness at all, not yet, not by a long shot, "spirit of some old geezer'll be on you and snap those twigs you go callin' legs if you even dare."

let's destroy a library

[limier]

Oh, for fuck’s sake. She needed that book. That one. The one he’s standing on, right there,

“Please, allow me,” There are some advantages to being roughly the size of a small giraffe — Not that she isn’t still a bit out of reach. That’s what her own ill-advised efforts are for, there’s just enough a lip on the lower shelf to stand on, “Which one was it?"

on the way back from the clinic

[aforethought]

Free clinics are great. Free clinics are a boon upon the less fortunate. They're a great place to go looking for the less fortunate, for that matter —

Vandelin’s had an escort to Darktown. It'd be right unkind of her to see he doesn't have one back to the Inquisition. Melys falls into step beside him, slings her arm around his shoulder casual as you can be (it’s a tight grip),

“Get you fixed up, did they?"

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[el_tybs]

It's the tapping of the staff and the unsteady steps of a walk that gets Sam's attention at first, looking up from where he's putting away supplies from the previous patient. For a few moments he watches before heading over, determining that the man probably isn't so steady on his feet.

"Most of the time there is a wait, but it looks like we've thinned out. What seems to be the problem?" he asks, motioning for the elf to head towards the table and keeping close in case he needed assistance getting to it.

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[bookish_lioness]

Hermione is used to seeing all manner of things in the library, having spent the majority of her adult life in various libraries frequented by colorful characters. But even none of the first years at Hogwarts had tried to use books as stepping stools before (though that was likely because they'd used poorly-cast levitation charms and would make all sorts of things go awry).

Having glanced up when she'd picked up unusual movement from the corner of her eye, Hermione rises from her table and moves towards the shelf this unfamiliar elf is practically attempting to scale, softly calling, "Excuse me, but that doesn't look overly safe. I can magic a book down for you, if you needed a specific one."

She could also magic him up a bit higher, but he may consider that more of an indignity rather than a helpful suggestion.

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[universal_charm]

Oh, well, wasn't that cute? When was the last time Kirk had seen this particular sight? Probably in a movie, if he was honest, and since movies didn't exist here that had been well over a year or more ago. And really, it was like he was asking to fall, or knock a shelf over.

He coughed to get the other's attention, a couple of books already tucked under his arm. "You doing okay there?"