cempöhualliomöme. Coyolxauhqui's Rules for the Book Depository

[leadsthestars]

We will have rules for the library; we will have order. These rules and penalties will be enforced. All who enter the library will be aware of these conditions

Comments

[needshumility]

[Eddie was just poking through the fiction, as the content of The Scarlet Letter was a little confusing for his liking, and came across a copy of the new rules stuck to the end of a stack.

After a moment of reading it, he pulled it down for a closer inspection, then had a look around for one of the library workers. This read like it was written by a slightly crazy Yellow. He thought that Blues usually were librarians, so it was a little confusing why these rules were so officious. He spotted a woman with dark hair he'd seen around here a lot, and called to her,] Excuse me!

[leadsthestars]

[It was just another average day of work in the library for Coyolxauhqui. She busily put away books and straightened the shelves, paying no mind to the stir her new rules were causing. Truthfully, she had been inclined to do most of those things to people if they were disrespectful in the library anyway, so now they were just written down.

She turned her head to acknowledge the shout, but kept right on shelving books.] Yes?

[needshumility]

[Eddie was still distracted, peering through the rules carefully.] Can I ask who wrote these rules?

[He didn't sound too annoyed, or outraged, just interested.]

[leadsthestars]

Me.

[The answer came quickly, and there was a hint of annoyance in her voice. She just wanted to work. Why was everyone making such a big deal out of her rules?]

Private.

[thegooddrjones]

Coyolxauhqui, you cannot remove people's hearts. Or remove them bodily from the library, or make them ingest chili peppers.

Private.

[leadsthestars]

I will not have to if they follow the rules.

Private.

[thegooddrjones]

Even if they don't follow rules, you still can't.

Private.

[leadsthestars]

I can. I have done it before.

[shortsghtedlove]

[...What.]

While I don't disagree with having rules against such behaviour, I think you should reconsider your penalties. Especially for the last two.

[leadsthestars]

No, I don't think I should.

[shortsghtedlove]

Punishments are worth nothing if you can't enforce them. And while I don't doubt that you know how to cut someone's heart out, the wardens wouldn't let you. Even if you did succeed, you wouldn't be in charge for much longer.

And the last two simply aren't sensible.

[leadsthestars]

I don't care what the wardens say. Now people will be aware of the rules.

[notarrowette]

[Cissie was returning a book to the library when she spotted the new rules and was mostly amused.] ...You know, I should have thought of the chili pepper thing when Beatty was still here.

[leadsthestars]

Beatty....[The name doesn't really ring a bell.] Your...inmate?

[notarrowette]

My first one, yeah. He hated books and thought they should all be destroyed, and his favorite method of destruction was burning. He didn't actually burn the library, but it wasn't for lack of trying.

[leadsthestars]

The Doctor would have not been pleased.

[ifightfor]

[Rinzler had ventured out to the library on the understanding there were data there--reams and reams of them--on any sort of topic at all about the User world. Since the Users themselves were being particularly difficult on the subject, it would do to get his hands on something more compliant.

He stopped before one of the handwritten postings, head cocked a little to one side as he scanned the rules.

Seemed reasonable.]

[leadsthestars]

[Coyolxauhqui wasn't too far away from where Rinzler stood looking at her posting, though she was ignoring the curious stares from visitors and just trying get some work.

A large pile of books in her arms, she walked past her posting, glanced at the newcomer, and then disappeared into the stacks. She only partially wondered if he understood them - as far as she was concerned, her rules and penalties were crystal-clear.]

[ifightfor]

[The goddess herself gets a look--then a second, longer look. Oh, her. The Program had yet to see the posting on the network that would confirm the new rules as her handiwork, but they rang familiar.

They also provided a convenient excuse for--not talk, per se, but an exchange. It's not a calculated process that leads Rinzler to that thought, but nevertheless he removes the posting from where it hangs with care, rolling it up and padding after Coyolxauhqui into the stacks.

Don't mind him, he's just here to observe.]