Post by Nell on Nov 14, 2018 23:47:37 GMT
It's late morning, about 10 AM.
The bookstore sign reads "Miskatonic Books: Eldritch Tomes, Dark Secrets, and Used Paperbacks." The entire place spoke of creepy ancient lore.
Inside, among the surpringsly well-organized shelves of books that reached up to the ceiling, behind a desk sat Nell Marburg.
As of an hour or two ago, they were female. They might change that when they went to go get lunch at 2. For right now, they were reading a copy of Johannes Cabal, Necromancer. Stereotypical for the shop's vibe, but a good book.
(Open Thread for people to wander into his shop, for whatever purposes need be. Criminal, Literary, or Investigative.)
The bookstore sign reads "Miskatonic Books: Eldritch Tomes, Dark Secrets, and Used Paperbacks." The entire place spoke of creepy ancient lore.
Inside, among the surpringsly well-organized shelves of books that reached up to the ceiling, behind a desk sat Nell Marburg.
As of an hour or two ago, they were female. They might change that when they went to go get lunch at 2. For right now, they were reading a copy of Johannes Cabal, Necromancer. Stereotypical for the shop's vibe, but a good book.
(Open Thread for people to wander into his shop, for whatever purposes need be. Criminal, Literary, or Investigative.)