So one of the Zambezi totems wound up in a place called the Library.
Rip advised not breaking in and coming up with another solution. The Legends didn’t listen. It’s this series of events, and this series of events alone, that ends with Zari, Nate and Mick sitting down along the edge of a ledge in one of the main areas of the Library, facing down a series of people who are less than pleased to see them.
“Who the hell are you?” says the gruff one, who looks like he’s ready to punch all of them in the face – a softer version of Mick, in a lot of ways, Mick doesn’t seem all that impressed. The three of them glance to each other, then back to the “Librarians,” then give a small shrug in unison. Gruff Guy looks like he’s ready to growl at them, before the cute redhead (in Zari’s opinion) makes her way forward holding out a notebook in hand.
“It’s okay. I got this.” She then turns back to the Legends and tosses the notebook in their direction. “Catch.”
Mick and Zari, after seeing what some of the things in the Library can do, veer away from the flying item, but Nate, sweet, blessed, stupid Nate, brings up his hands on instinct, not because the redhead told him to catch, but just because he is that big a nerd.
“Is this one of the missing Jung notebooks?” Nate flips it open almost as soon as it lands in his hands, peering over the worn handwriting with the trained curiosity that comes with being a historian of his caliber. The nerd just loved old books, and that is when Zari starts regretting the choice of bringing him over Ray because now they’re screwed. “This is incredible.”
The Librarians seem surprised but his interest and mostly his competence in recognizing it, and the redhead nods before she continues. “It is. In fact, it is one of the first notebooks and due to some choice interactions with some ley lines has been imbued with the ability to force someone to verbalized their stream of conscious thoughts.”
Zari presses her lips together before clapping him on the back. “Good job, Heywood.”
“Yeah. Nice one, Pretty.” Mick glances up at the Librarians with a grim look. “Any chance we can get a beer before he gets started? We may be here a while.”
“I’m sorry, did you say Heywood?” The taller, older gentleman in the back begins before poking his head around the corner of the group. “As in Nathaniel Heywood, the historian?”
“That’s me.” Nate frowns before looking up at him. “Why? Am I on your list? Do places like this have a list? What did I do to get put on a list?”
“Here we go,” Zari mutters.
“Well, you are. Sort of.” The man steps forward and extends a hand. “My name is Jenkins. I’m the Custodian of the Library. You were one of our potentials.”
Zari frowns and her brow furrows. “Potential whats?”
“Librarians,” Jenkins continues. “The Library tried to send him an invitation, but apparently he was … unavailable.”
“Probably because I was already on the Waverider. It’s hard to send someone their mail when you exist outside the time stream. Though I have to say while this job looks very cool, I think my current job is much cooler.”
“I’m sorry – did you say outside the time stream?”
“If you put your hand over his mouth do you think that would allow him to shut up?” Zari asks Mick behind Nate’s back, and Mick gives a shrug in return.
“Worth a shot.” He starts to move again, and Nate dodges to get away from his hand before he can get there.
“Do not smother me, Mick. I already have enough nightmares about you trying to kill me in my sleep.”
Mick’s eyes narrow at that, and the Librarians are looking even more confused, and Zari just takes a deep breath, opting to put everyone out of their misery while they figure this out. “We’re time travelers. The Waverider is a time machine and we travel in time and space.”
The short Australian one tips his head to the side before he speaks. “If you’re time travelers, what do you want from the Library.”
“The Zambezi totem. Or one of them, anyway.” Nate opts to take a turn to fill in the blanks there. “We have three of the six and we need all of them to stop a demonic force named Mallus. And he’s seriously skeevy, you do not want him to go creeping around people’s minds and destroying time.”
The Librarians look very somber for a moment, before the redhead holds up a finger and gestures for the rest of them to follow her. “Hold please. I think we need to discuss this amongst ourselves.”
“Cool. We’ll be here. Just … hanging out and waiting. Cool.” Nate nods a bit and Zari glances down at the book in his hands and shouts after them as they retreat out of the room.
“Hey! Can you take this book – ” The doors to the main area of the Library close, and Nate looks over at Zari with a grin that could almost be defined as stupid.
“Your hair looks very pretty today.” He then turns to Mick. “And Mick, I just want to say …”
There’s a smack! and the book gets flung to the ground, skittering across the floor. Nate’s jaw drops.
“That’s a primary source for one of the founders of modern psychotherapy. You can’t just throw it around like that!”
“Yeah, well at least now you can keep your thoughts inside your head,” Zari points out as she shifts to lean back against the ledge.
Nate sobers for a moment, before nodding in agreement. “Good point.” Another beat. “I really did I mean it when I said –” And he is promptly silenced with two cold looks from the two Legends sitting next to him. “Right. Keeping it to myself.”
Mick shakes his head as he leans back. “Should have insisted on that beer.”
in the windmills of your mind | dctv/the librarians | 1,021 | round 1, set 3
Rip advised not breaking in and coming up with another solution. The Legends didn’t listen. It’s this series of events, and this series of events alone, that ends with Zari, Nate and Mick sitting down along the edge of a ledge in one of the main areas of the Library, facing down a series of people who are less than pleased to see them.
“Who the hell are you?” says the gruff one, who looks like he’s ready to punch all of them in the face – a softer version of Mick, in a lot of ways, Mick doesn’t seem all that impressed. The three of them glance to each other, then back to the “Librarians,” then give a small shrug in unison. Gruff Guy looks like he’s ready to growl at them, before the cute redhead (in Zari’s opinion) makes her way forward holding out a notebook in hand.
“It’s okay. I got this.” She then turns back to the Legends and tosses the notebook in their direction. “Catch.”
Mick and Zari, after seeing what some of the things in the Library can do, veer away from the flying item, but Nate, sweet, blessed, stupid Nate, brings up his hands on instinct, not because the redhead told him to catch, but just because he is that big a nerd.
“Is this one of the missing Jung notebooks?” Nate flips it open almost as soon as it lands in his hands, peering over the worn handwriting with the trained curiosity that comes with being a historian of his caliber. The nerd just loved old books, and that is when Zari starts regretting the choice of bringing him over Ray because now they’re screwed. “This is incredible.”
The Librarians seem surprised but his interest and mostly his competence in recognizing it, and the redhead nods before she continues. “It is. In fact, it is one of the first notebooks and due to some choice interactions with some ley lines has been imbued with the ability to force someone to verbalized their stream of conscious thoughts.”
Zari presses her lips together before clapping him on the back. “Good job, Heywood.”
“Yeah. Nice one, Pretty.” Mick glances up at the Librarians with a grim look. “Any chance we can get a beer before he gets started? We may be here a while.”
“I’m sorry, did you say Heywood?” The taller, older gentleman in the back begins before poking his head around the corner of the group. “As in Nathaniel Heywood, the historian?”
“That’s me.” Nate frowns before looking up at him. “Why? Am I on your list? Do places like this have a list? What did I do to get put on a list?”
“Here we go,” Zari mutters.
“Well, you are. Sort of.” The man steps forward and extends a hand. “My name is Jenkins. I’m the Custodian of the Library. You were one of our potentials.”
Zari frowns and her brow furrows. “Potential whats?”
“Librarians,” Jenkins continues. “The Library tried to send him an invitation, but apparently he was … unavailable.”
“Probably because I was already on the Waverider. It’s hard to send someone their mail when you exist outside the time stream. Though I have to say while this job looks very cool, I think my current job is much cooler.”
“I’m sorry – did you say outside the time stream?”
“If you put your hand over his mouth do you think that would allow him to shut up?” Zari asks Mick behind Nate’s back, and Mick gives a shrug in return.
“Worth a shot.” He starts to move again, and Nate dodges to get away from his hand before he can get there.
“Do not smother me, Mick. I already have enough nightmares about you trying to kill me in my sleep.”
Mick’s eyes narrow at that, and the Librarians are looking even more confused, and Zari just takes a deep breath, opting to put everyone out of their misery while they figure this out. “We’re time travelers. The Waverider is a time machine and we travel in time and space.”
The short Australian one tips his head to the side before he speaks. “If you’re time travelers, what do you want from the Library.”
“The Zambezi totem. Or one of them, anyway.” Nate opts to take a turn to fill in the blanks there. “We have three of the six and we need all of them to stop a demonic force named Mallus. And he’s seriously skeevy, you do not want him to go creeping around people’s minds and destroying time.”
The Librarians look very somber for a moment, before the redhead holds up a finger and gestures for the rest of them to follow her. “Hold please. I think we need to discuss this amongst ourselves.”
“Cool. We’ll be here. Just … hanging out and waiting. Cool.” Nate nods a bit and Zari glances down at the book in his hands and shouts after them as they retreat out of the room.
“Hey! Can you take this book – ” The doors to the main area of the Library close, and Nate looks over at Zari with a grin that could almost be defined as stupid.
“Your hair looks very pretty today.” He then turns to Mick. “And Mick, I just want to say …”
There’s a smack! and the book gets flung to the ground, skittering across the floor. Nate’s jaw drops.
“That’s a primary source for one of the founders of modern psychotherapy. You can’t just throw it around like that!”
“Yeah, well at least now you can keep your thoughts inside your head,” Zari points out as she shifts to lean back against the ledge.
Nate sobers for a moment, before nodding in agreement. “Good point.” Another beat. “I really did I mean it when I said –” And he is promptly silenced with two cold looks from the two Legends sitting next to him. “Right. Keeping it to myself.”
Mick shakes his head as he leans back. “Should have insisted on that beer.”