[OPEN]

[cantgetanyworse]

WHO: Jane Porter & maybe you?
WHERE: De Chima Library, inside & outside
WHEN: Mid-September
WHAT: Reading, researching, making notes... lots of notes. general open log for any new/budding/existing cr.
WARNINGS: none yet

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i. indoors

While it's lucky that Luther Hargreeves showed her the way here on their little tour together, it's likely she would have found her way to it by herself eventually. On one of her days off from the book store she heads to the largest library in the city, her bag clutched close to her chest, with the full intent of staying there until she's found the answers to most, if not all of the questions she has.

Not more than an hour later, she's sitting at a table with what looks like half of the library inventory spread out in small stacks around her while she scribbles notes from at least three books at any one time.

Her first port of call, and perhaps the most difficult one given her time period of origin, is Introduction to Computers. Some time is spent on this, eventually with a dictionary to go along with it, though she doesn't venture to the computers themselves until much later when the library is less populated.

What she moves on to next, once she's exhausted herself on terms the can barely get to grips with, is several volumes on how a person might start up their own business. Some of the books are quite general (Business For Beginners, The Female Entrepreneur, Start with Why), with at least one more focused on how one starts up their own enterprise as an imPort, and it's long past lunch time before she comes up for air on that particular topic.

Finally, as the evening starts to draw in, she opens up the guide sent to her by Bean and begins to pick her way through it. It's... a lot, and she doesn't make it all the way through before a staff member is lightly tapping her shoulder and telling her that the library is going to close soon.

((open for any point during the day))

ii. outside

Five minutes past the library's closing time, Jane steps out with six books stacked and held close to her chest. She hasn't eaten since breakfast, and is deeply entrenched in her own thoughts when she walks right into someone and drops five out of the six books she's carrying with a startled yelp.

"Oh! Oh, goodness, I'm so sorry," she blurts out immediately, dropping into a crouch to scoop her trove of books back up off the floor. Her stomach has the audacity to let out a hungry growl mid-apology and she feels herself cringe.

How embarrassing.

"... Sorry, entirely my fault." And she gets back up, the books stacked carefully against her chest once again. "I should really watch where I'm going."