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Quill And Parchment Books- Working Hideaway

Posted Sept. 21, 2022, 11:24 a.m. by Captain Eela Dasca (Lt. Governor) (Lindsay B)

Posted by Karilan Massat (Owner, Quill and Parchment Books) in Quill And Parchment Books- Working Hideaway

Posted by Captain Eela Dasca (Lt. Governor) in Quill And Parchment Books- Working Hideaway
Not one to waste great suggestions and wanting to get to know the colony better, Eela managed to get Cort to give her space between meetings so that she might be able to find somewhere quiet to work that was not her office and where he would hold her calls and take messages until she returned. Much like it was when she was a CO, if you were in plain sight, you never got anything done.

Thus, Lieutenant Governor Dasca stepped out into the bright and warm day, the sun instantly making her relax. She really needed to get the patio portion of the penthouse done up so she could spend time out there.

She moved at an easy pace, her wide legged purple linen trousers flowing with each stride. The brace was working a treat today and her pain was minimal, so for once Eela had started her day in a rather good mood. Her hair was up in an elegant twist at the back of her head, covered by a silk scarf in cream. Paired with the sunglasses, she wasn’t actively trying to hide her identity, but if she were lucky, she’d be able to pass through places without any fuss. Thus far, her empathic abilities had registered a wide range of reactions towards her once people recognized who she was. Everything from curiosity to indifference, to outright irritation. Hyrushi had warned her it would be the case and so she wasn’t surprised.

Reaching her destination, one of her new guards stepped in and did a casual walk around.

A couple minutes later, they stepped out and gave Dasca a nod. She couldn’t help but smile because she was strangely excited about the possibilities this place held, for reasons beyond work ones. Stepping in, she removed her sunglasses and untied the scarf around her head, letting it drape around her neck. Moving in quietly, she just took in the sights as well as the smell, shifting a work bag over her shoulder, excited to browse the books a minute before seeing about coffee and settling in for some work.

~Eeela Dasca, Lt. Gov.

The front doors were actual wood and brass and etched glass windowed doors set atop a set of four wide, low stone steps.

Inside was a real, honest to heavens book store. Tall shelves and multiple tables held bound literary works in a multitude of languages and on a truly astonishing number of topics. Large spiral staircases were set in the far back corners of the main room, and those led to the second floor and the jewel of the establishment… the Rare Book Section… visible from the first floor as it ran the perimeter of the floor below. Here, stasis fields, humidity and temperature controlled cases held antique and rare specimens of works from an array of civilizations. First Editions, banned titles, one-of-a-kind prints graced the cases, drawers, and alcoves all sat for ease of viewing… but not contact. A robust and state-of-the-art security system kept the tomes and treasures safe.

The center of the large first floor was a square section that was the center of the store’s operation. Retail counter space held one side, then a baked goods and drink counter followed by an eating counter with a bar. The last side of the square was reserved for consultations and order taking. In the middle of the square was an assortment of equipment, re;kicators, and a dumb waiter bringing various freshly baked and cooked delicacies from the kitchen below.

Around the square were small tables and large, comfortable. Hairs for patrons to enjoy a drink and read.

As Eela entered, a tall slender figure walked toward her and smiled. They were dressed in slacks and loose fitting shirt. They smiled and said “Welcome. My name is Karilan Massat. Please, madame… follow me. I have a table waiting for you.” and they gestured further in the store.

Massat, Proprietor

Eela had only a moment to take in the place before someone appeared. Her first thought when she saw the eating area was that it wasn’t going to quite work the way she hoped. Too much in the open. She wasn’t here to be on display. But the Deltan’s words surprised her and she didn’t hide her reaction. “Oh, alright then,” Dasca said as she followed them along, all the while thinking how strange her life was now.

“This is a beautiful shop. Brings back some rather lovely memories for me,” she said as her eyes traced the multiple levels.

~Eela Dasca, Lt. Gov.


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