Post by Lillian Tinkerbell on Aug 27, 2013 6:36:41 GMT
Tink had lost track of how long she’d been living in Tenebrae. Had it been days? Weeks? Months? Years? The weather hadn’t really changed in the whole time, so maybe it really had only been a matter of weeks. Then again, maybe the weather didn’t change here, and it had been years. She had fallen into a routine of sorts, that was why the days seemed to flash by. On days she worked, she got up, tended to hygiene matters, ate breakfast, walked to the mall, worked, walked back home, ate dinner, tended to hygiene matters, and went to bed. On days she was off, she woke up, tended to hygiene matters, ate breakfast, found something to do, ate dinner, tended to hygiene matters, and went to bed. On Fridays, she ate out resturants, and on Saturdays, she did her grocery shopping. Today was an off day, and she had decided to spend it at the library.
On her first day at Tenebrae, the first person she met, Helena Bertinelli, had mentioned a book, Peter Pan. Helena had recognized Tink’s name because of the book. It seemed to mostly be about Peter, but Tink was determined to find it and read it. Where else would a book be, but at the library? So that was where she was now, the library.
Tink had actually been at the library for close to an hour, searching the shelves for the book she desired. She had had to search for it because she didn’t know who the author was. She suspected that Wendy or her daughter, Jane, had written it, but both the W and the J sections came up empty. She sighed in frustration. Where was it? It had to be here somewhere! This was a library. The whole reason for libraries was to hold books people wanted to read, and she wanted to read Peter Pan.
Finally, her frustration got the better of her, and she stomped up to desk. “I would like to read Peter Pan,” her talking device said. “but I can’t find it.”
The librarian at the desk looked up from the computer screen she was typing on and stared at the woman. “Try the catalog,” she said, pointing at the bank of computers against the wall. When the woman gave her a confused look, the librarian sighed. “It’s easy. You just type the book’s title or author using the keyboard, and a list will show up on the screen, showing you where the book is in the library.” This time, the woman smiled and walked away, leaving the librarian in peace to play her Tetris game.
Tink walked over to the computers the librarian had pointed out and typed out Peter Pan. Within seconds, a list appeared on the screen. Peter Pan book She clicked on the first choice, and a message popped up onto the screen. This item has been removed from the collection. She blinked in confusion, but shrugged it off. Maybe the book had been damaged or something. She clicked on the next option: Peter Pan audio book. Again, the message popped up. For five minutes, Tinkerbell clicked through the different options for Peter Pan, and all came up with the same message. In the end, she stomped back to the librarian’s desk, her face seeming to glow red. “The computer says the book has been removed from the collection.”
The librarian quickly paused her game with a sigh and opened the library’s database. “Which book is it?”
“Peter Pan.”
The librarian typed in the book’s title. She then frowned as she came up with the message that the book in question had been removed from the collection. Several long moments of typing later, the librarian looked back at the blonde woman, frowning deeply. “I’m sorry. The book you are searching for has been removed from the library’s collection, as well as all other Peter Pan related materials.”
Tink rolled her eyes in an i-knew-that-already expression. “But why have they been removed?”
The librarian sighed in annoyance. “Oh, the suits have been removing books and such. They claim it’s to protect Shifted characters from the worlds. We must have Peter Pan or Wendy Daling running about. Shame, the book’s a classic. I would have thought classics would be exempt from being removed.” The librarian sighed softly and gave the woman a professional smile. “Is there another book you’d like to read that I can help you find?”
Tinkerbell shook her head and slumped away. She made her way over to the children’s section where she slouched on a comfortable couch. She sat there, staring at the ceiling and feeling disappointed. It wasn’t fair. The suits seemed to be taking away everything from her: her life, her free time, and now, her book. She knew it wasn’t really their fault, but she needed someone to blame, and this time, it really wasn’t her fault. She sighed and sat up straighter. Well, there was no point hanging around here all day with nothing to read. She stood up and started to walk towards the exit. That was when she saw it. It seemed the suits had missed something. Sure, it was a small thing, just a poster, but it was there. Tink rushed over to the wall where the poster was taped up. Tears in her eyes, she reached up and stroked Peter’s 2D face. Then her gaze turned to the little pinprick of light above his shoulder. She could just make out the human form and her wings. Hello, Tinkerbell… Tinkerbell thought sadly as the tears finally slid down her face.
On her first day at Tenebrae, the first person she met, Helena Bertinelli, had mentioned a book, Peter Pan. Helena had recognized Tink’s name because of the book. It seemed to mostly be about Peter, but Tink was determined to find it and read it. Where else would a book be, but at the library? So that was where she was now, the library.
Tink had actually been at the library for close to an hour, searching the shelves for the book she desired. She had had to search for it because she didn’t know who the author was. She suspected that Wendy or her daughter, Jane, had written it, but both the W and the J sections came up empty. She sighed in frustration. Where was it? It had to be here somewhere! This was a library. The whole reason for libraries was to hold books people wanted to read, and she wanted to read Peter Pan.
Finally, her frustration got the better of her, and she stomped up to desk. “I would like to read Peter Pan,” her talking device said. “but I can’t find it.”
The librarian at the desk looked up from the computer screen she was typing on and stared at the woman. “Try the catalog,” she said, pointing at the bank of computers against the wall. When the woman gave her a confused look, the librarian sighed. “It’s easy. You just type the book’s title or author using the keyboard, and a list will show up on the screen, showing you where the book is in the library.” This time, the woman smiled and walked away, leaving the librarian in peace to play her Tetris game.
Tink walked over to the computers the librarian had pointed out and typed out Peter Pan. Within seconds, a list appeared on the screen. Peter Pan book She clicked on the first choice, and a message popped up onto the screen. This item has been removed from the collection. She blinked in confusion, but shrugged it off. Maybe the book had been damaged or something. She clicked on the next option: Peter Pan audio book. Again, the message popped up. For five minutes, Tinkerbell clicked through the different options for Peter Pan, and all came up with the same message. In the end, she stomped back to the librarian’s desk, her face seeming to glow red. “The computer says the book has been removed from the collection.”
The librarian quickly paused her game with a sigh and opened the library’s database. “Which book is it?”
“Peter Pan.”
The librarian typed in the book’s title. She then frowned as she came up with the message that the book in question had been removed from the collection. Several long moments of typing later, the librarian looked back at the blonde woman, frowning deeply. “I’m sorry. The book you are searching for has been removed from the library’s collection, as well as all other Peter Pan related materials.”
Tink rolled her eyes in an i-knew-that-already expression. “But why have they been removed?”
The librarian sighed in annoyance. “Oh, the suits have been removing books and such. They claim it’s to protect Shifted characters from the worlds. We must have Peter Pan or Wendy Daling running about. Shame, the book’s a classic. I would have thought classics would be exempt from being removed.” The librarian sighed softly and gave the woman a professional smile. “Is there another book you’d like to read that I can help you find?”
Tinkerbell shook her head and slumped away. She made her way over to the children’s section where she slouched on a comfortable couch. She sat there, staring at the ceiling and feeling disappointed. It wasn’t fair. The suits seemed to be taking away everything from her: her life, her free time, and now, her book. She knew it wasn’t really their fault, but she needed someone to blame, and this time, it really wasn’t her fault. She sighed and sat up straighter. Well, there was no point hanging around here all day with nothing to read. She stood up and started to walk towards the exit. That was when she saw it. It seemed the suits had missed something. Sure, it was a small thing, just a poster, but it was there. Tink rushed over to the wall where the poster was taped up. Tears in her eyes, she reached up and stroked Peter’s 2D face. Then her gaze turned to the little pinprick of light above his shoulder. She could just make out the human form and her wings. Hello, Tinkerbell… Tinkerbell thought sadly as the tears finally slid down her face.
