[ Have a very lanky, very inebriated librarian stumbling about in the square, quite confused as to where the direction of the library went. He didn't quite like beer, but he found out that it went down quite easy when you were talking to someone else (Cain). After a loooong conversation with Cain and several pints of the stuff later (and quite possibly 1 or 2 Irish Car Bombs, thank you Corinthian)... ]
I ssshhay, wwwwwheeeere did thaaat buildinnng ruuun off too?
[ooc: Soo, Ol' Loosh here went drinking with Cain in The Raven. Got quite drunk, and is now stumbling around and about in the square. Cain, I assumed that you got back to the Opera quite okay (perhaps with Riff's help? let's improvise xD). I'm just going to have a bit of fun with the librarian here. Ahaha.Up to meet a drunk librarian, anyone? xD Anyone up to meet him and guide him back to the library? He'd be terribly indebted to you.]
I ssshhay, wwwwwheeeere did thaaat buildinnng ruuun off too?
[ooc: Soo, Ol' Loosh here went drinking with Cain in The Raven. Got quite drunk, and is now stumbling around and about in the square. Cain, I assumed that you got back to the Opera quite okay (perhaps with Riff's help? let's improvise xD). I'm just going to have a bit of fun with the librarian here. Ahaha.
- Location:somewhere in the square.
- Mood:FISH-DRUNK

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[Have Loosh offer a drunken bow to each and every fishie he sees. God knows how many that is 0__o]
...Lucien?
Pttolemy? Whaaaaat in the blaaazes aaaare youu doing ooout hhhere, zoooming in that... that contraption of yeers?
[ooc: Er... pretend that's all spoken slurred-like xDDD]
I required some supplies and was returning to my flat.
...You are drunk.
Uuuuuum, it doooes sheeeeem that I aaaam. Caaaain requeested foor a driiinking paartnerr, and I wasssh currrioush as to how beer and thaaat... that Irish Dirrty Car Bomb drrrink tashted liike...
Shhomeone juuuusht neeeds to tell the libraary to shhhtop moooving around too muuuch. Lord Morpheeush diidn't move it around assh mucch ash thish...
Aaah, Mssh Driver. Loveerly eevening.
Couuld you point me too the direcshun wheere the libarry ran off to?
Libraries don't run, Lucien. You walked away from it.
Aaah! It is entiiiiirely posshible for librariesh and casthels to rruuuun away. In the dreaaaming, anyshing is pooossshible...
This isn't the dreaming. You've lost your way.
Ah, yesh, yesh, yesh... City, this is. Buildings and places here do not move and live. Tch, tch, tch...
The qwiet wones? Theyyyy aaare liiikke anyone elshe... only... qwiet.
How long ago did you leave him at the opera house? Stop walking and tell me if you see anything you recognise nearby, and I'll get my coat.
20? 30 minutesh? Whoo knooows? Whoooo...
I aaaaaam, in the middle, the center, the thiiiiick of thiiiiingsh... the chenter, the vortex, the blubbling circle in the squaaaare...