[center][img]https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/210073387530321920/912547446104678420/unknown.png[/img][/center] [hr][hr] Books. No matter how much time passed it seemed to Ari she was always finding new stories and adventures behind them. Her love for their dusty pages extended past the heroic romance stories in the fiction section to detailed accounts of history in a world left far behind. No amount of dust falling from the shelves like dancing snowflakes would deter her or make her less in love with them. When she worked in the library it seemed as though the world of Paradise was far away, their troubles trivial. Similarly, that's how she felt when she studied the stars. We are all but one spinning ball in a vast ocean of stars. Nonetheless, this morning was proving to show its trials, determined to sway her bubbly demeanor. Sighing to herself she attempted to keep it together while cleaning the coffee stains off the tattered cover. This would be another report, much to her reluctance. A young adult rented a book from the nonfiction section, wanting to know more on war tactics, likely a future militia recruit. She was certain the coffee stain resulted from staying up [i]too[/i] late in attempts to absorb all the knowledge they possibly could; nonfiction books could only be obtained for a day at a time, the Council's method of keeping better control on them. Though this no more than a minor damage to the books aesthetic, there would be more talk of limiting this time limit further. Ari didn't agree with this, knowledge was meant to be shared. [color=DB7093]"Muuuch better!"[/color] pleased with her job, the stain now a faint discoloration, barely noticeable. [color=DB7093]"Tell Lady Mirabella I'll write the report later,"[/color] Ari pushed herself from the desk walking over to the rows, labelled by alphabet, finally finding the place the book belonged for sliding it amongst its siblings. "Just don't forget like last time! I had to write that report for you, you know!" a soft voice bellowed from the back of the office, Yasmine was another worker in the Library, a close acquaintance, "Also, you should head over to Deadman's. Looks like the Reapers are planning another raid and want a star reader to come with." This peaked Arianna's attention. [i][color=DB7093]Another raid?! We just came back from one less than a week ago![/color][/i] Waving to Yasmine, she made her way out of the library and opened the large French doors, sunlight causing her to squint for a moment. The Core poured out before her, bustling with Keepers and Militia performing their daily duties. Stepping onto the cobble of the streets she started out towards the Lanes, her mind still slightly unsettled. The raids were becoming more frequent, the demand for goods becoming evermore consuming. All the more evidence that the world of Paradise was a bowl with water tipping over the seams, threatening to spill forward. Shaking her head as if shaking off the thought, Star put a pep in her step. Only tomorrow knew the days tidings. She could only live in the moment. [hr] [center][img]https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/210073387530321920/912554587884494848/unknown.png[/img][/center] [hr][hr] [color=FF0000]"One more time from the beginning. This is just so fucking retarded I can't wrap my head around it,"[/color] Dee pinched the space between her eyes seething with frustration. The new recruits were usually pretty brainless; however, this year's lot seemed to be completely devoid of any shred of common sense. The recruit before her was babbling on, clearly losing any confidence in forgiveness as the conversation went on. The stumbling over his words was getting on her nerves. The fact he broke the jukebox, the only source of music at Deadman's and few available in the lanes, was a sin that was unforgivable. [color=FF0000]"They are going to kill, actually going to kill you. I, on the other hand, am just going to watch since [i]APPARENTLY[/I] that's the only entertainment here since [i]your weak ass[/i] can't hold your liquor."[/color] This was not how she wanted to start her day. Having everyone pissed off further at the rogues was not on her list for a productive morning. This would be money, and time, and require the expertise of an independent electrician enthusiast or a keeper. Having to go to the latter put a foul taste in her mouth. Goody two-shoes. Dee never did like them. Slamming her hand on the table she stood up. [color=FF0000]"You!"[/color], reaching to the table over she grabbed Aiden by the hood and pulled him over to the table she was previously sitting at, [color=FF0000]"Deal with this, I don't have the patience".[/color] Being able to annoy Crow put a smirk on her face. He liked to swindle his way out of work, a perfect excuse for her. [color=FF0000]"Seriously, who starts drinking this early. Damn animals."[/color] She made her way to the bar where she notified the barkeeper to put it on their tab. It was going to be a long day. Looking mentally through her faces she pondered on who would be a good electrician for the job. They could probably get spare wiring from the pawnshop, that place was crawling with the stuff. Either way Deeandra figured it couldn't be more than a short. It would be more annoying if they had to replace the speakers, that was much harder to come by. Even still, they would have plenty of opportunity. Requests had been piling in for the last couple of months. Dee hadn't heard anything about a famine, shortages on food or water. That didn't stop the Council's odd orders, smuggling more and more illegal goods. For all she knew they should have a fortress of the stuff by now. She didn't know what was going on but she didn't like it. It was sketchy, intriguing, and Deeandra was curious enough to want to get to the bottom of it. But that was for another time. [@PrankFox]