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wilderlogs2018-06-01 05:34 pm
therevanchist) wrote in wilderlogs2018-06-01 05:34 pm
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[OPEN] A Tale Told By an Idiot
Who: Revan and Whoever
What: Misled by the badass title, Revan attempts to read The Sound and the Fury
Where: Philly library
When: Towards the end of the Philly stay
Warnings/Notes: The Sound and the Fury is basically a nonstop parade of awful, so if you want, we can just stick to Revan not knowing what golf is or whatever to avoid dealing with early/mid-20th century race and gender issues and horrid people being horrid to each other.
[Anyone less stubborn would have given up days ago. Revan, on the other hand, is seated at a table in the reference section, surrounded by books pulled from all over the library, none of which seem to have any relationship to each other. A copy of the Concise Oxford, still large enough to brain livestock. A single-volume history of Germany and another one about the state of Mississippi. The official rules of golf. A biography of Thomas Jefferson and a history of Cambridge, England, both pushed off to one side. Harvard Observed: An Illustrated History of the University in the Twentieth Century, published of course by Harvard University Press. Several slim books about Easter, all obviously for children. And so forth.
Directly in front of her, stuffed full of flimsy paper bookmarks printed with the library's hours pilfered from the circulation desk, lies the cause of all the trouble: an unassuming paperback copy of The Sound and the Fury, with all the terrible stock photo cover design a cheap reprint of a classic entails. Revan herself is scribbling something in a spiral-bound notebook with a ballpoint, her surprise at the sheer amount of paper in the city long subsumed by irritation over this maddeningly incomprehensible book she's found.]
Why does it even matter?
What: Misled by the badass title, Revan attempts to read The Sound and the Fury
Where: Philly library
When: Towards the end of the Philly stay
Warnings/Notes: The Sound and the Fury is basically a nonstop parade of awful, so if you want, we can just stick to Revan not knowing what golf is or whatever to avoid dealing with early/mid-20th century race and gender issues and horrid people being horrid to each other.
[Anyone less stubborn would have given up days ago. Revan, on the other hand, is seated at a table in the reference section, surrounded by books pulled from all over the library, none of which seem to have any relationship to each other. A copy of the Concise Oxford, still large enough to brain livestock. A single-volume history of Germany and another one about the state of Mississippi. The official rules of golf. A biography of Thomas Jefferson and a history of Cambridge, England, both pushed off to one side. Harvard Observed: An Illustrated History of the University in the Twentieth Century, published of course by Harvard University Press. Several slim books about Easter, all obviously for children. And so forth.
Directly in front of her, stuffed full of flimsy paper bookmarks printed with the library's hours pilfered from the circulation desk, lies the cause of all the trouble: an unassuming paperback copy of The Sound and the Fury, with all the terrible stock photo cover design a cheap reprint of a classic entails. Revan herself is scribbling something in a spiral-bound notebook with a ballpoint, her surprise at the sheer amount of paper in the city long subsumed by irritation over this maddeningly incomprehensible book she's found.]
Why does it even matter?
no subject
[Revan agrees easily enough. No skin off her nose if the weird sparkly kid wants to feel superior. As the only representative of their species, they're even more out of their depth than most of the group.]
no subject
[ Phos, please. There's feeling superior, and there's carelessly kinda shitting all over all your new friends including the one you're actively talking to.
It doesn't appear to be something that's occurred to them as being rude -- after all, she acknowledged at least one of those points herself, and the rest are just facts, so this is more like vague sympathy for their situation, right? They frown, leaving their head resting in the book on the table and idly dragging over a different book at random. The rules of golf, how exciting.]
So where's the good part? It sounds kind of awful all around...
no subject
Guess there's isn't one.
no subject
I'm sorry.
[If physical contact was a more common form of comfort for their species then they'd probably be patting her hand and everything.]
Most of you are pretty nice, for what that's worth.
no subject
Why, thank you.
[Only a little dry. Phos is so sincere Revan wants to ruffle their hair. It doesn't look ruffle-able, more's the pity.]
Is your school off on its own, then?
[Phos doesn't even recognize the concept of a town. Maybe they're just very sheltered.]
no subject
The school is the only building on the island. It's all we need.
[Or potentially, the only building in the whole world. They've certainly never seen any sign of any other land beyond their own island, but who knows what's true anymore.]
no subject
[In that it's a weird cult in the middle of nowhere, maybe, Revan.]
My Order builds strongholds out on their own, away from other people. I grew up in one.
[It doesn't occur to her she's going to have to explain the concept of children.]