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unfinishedlibrary2025-12-29 09:38 am
ugh_emotions) wrote in unfinishedlibrary2025-12-29 09:38 am
The Laundry Mingle
Who: Anyone!
What: LAUNDRY.
When: Anytime after the return from Woodhurst. Can also be forward dated! Basically this can be anytime between the last and next Story
Where: The living facilities, or anywhere else characters might attempt laundry related stuffs
Content warnings: Include as needed in comment headers
At this point, a number of the Library's inhabitants had been here (for a nebulous definition of 'here') for over two months now. Others were newly arriving, still getting their bearings. But the thing was, at this point something was clearly becoming a bit of a problem.
Laundry.
No one had anything other than the clothes they brought on their backs. There was one singular clothes washing machine, and it was, quite frankly, complete shit. It made weird noises. It leaked frequently. It never seemed to actually finish washing the clothes.
So, cleaning clothes was...an issue. But humans - and sentient organic beings, and even - ugh - constructs needed to figure it out, because if they didn't they were all going to be fucking disgusting.
(Well, more disgusting than organic bits usually were, anyway.)
[[ooc: so yeah! How is your character dealing with The Laundry problem? Are they even doing laundry? Are they dressing themselves in bedsheets? Finding other creative ways to get more clothes to wear? Basically, this is just a general catch-all mingle for everyone to detail characters dealing with some basic hygiene.]]
What: LAUNDRY.
When: Anytime after the return from Woodhurst. Can also be forward dated! Basically this can be anytime between the last and next Story
Where: The living facilities, or anywhere else characters might attempt laundry related stuffs
Content warnings: Include as needed in comment headers
At this point, a number of the Library's inhabitants had been here (for a nebulous definition of 'here') for over two months now. Others were newly arriving, still getting their bearings. But the thing was, at this point something was clearly becoming a bit of a problem.
Laundry.
No one had anything other than the clothes they brought on their backs. There was one singular clothes washing machine, and it was, quite frankly, complete shit. It made weird noises. It leaked frequently. It never seemed to actually finish washing the clothes.
So, cleaning clothes was...an issue. But humans - and sentient organic beings, and even - ugh - constructs needed to figure it out, because if they didn't they were all going to be fucking disgusting.
(Well, more disgusting than organic bits usually were, anyway.)
[[ooc: so yeah! How is your character dealing with The Laundry problem? Are they even doing laundry? Are they dressing themselves in bedsheets? Finding other creative ways to get more clothes to wear? Basically, this is just a general catch-all mingle for everyone to detail characters dealing with some basic hygiene.]]
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"...'Hero' isn't a real occupation," it says. And yet, irritatingly, this isn't the first person it's met here to claim to be one. Nara'a did too. Were Nara and this human from the same world?
"So what, you have bullshit printer abilities?" Printers, of course, being devices that made everything from clothes to food to new organic material. Though usually they had to have something to print material from.
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Basically marketing. He's part of a marketing group which deals with Heroes and singling out the Trust Values of said Heroes, but that's just not something he needs to do here. His Hero stuff is more aligned with this place even if he really doesn't feel like doing any heroing.
"Back home? I can do a lot more. This Library is a different space with different rules on space/time so I'm limited by those constraints."
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(It's a bit disappointed, to see that he doesn't have one. It's so much easier to deal with humans when they have feed access.)
"So you're...Security. With an entertainment feed and bullshit abilities." It says. And yeah, it sounds incredibly derisive about that. The whole concept is, quite frankly, ridiculous. You can't be good Security if you have an audience.
And the bullshit abilities were just weird.
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Which is suppose to be a secret but X has the unfortunate side power of knowing everything. It makes his fights incredibly easy but also was exhausting. Even getting drunk doesn't turn off that part of his mind that just knows.
"Frankly most of us has a kill count. It's really hard to help people when businesses see us as mere tools to make more money and civilians as cannon fodder." He turns his hand and shows SecUnit what appears like a hologram of numbers on his wrist, the image glitchy before winking out.
"Each number represents a person's Trust. It's where our abilities come from."
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Okay, it's making a new list. A list ranking all of the bullshit abilities people have in this place, from most to least bullshit. And X's is going right at the top of that list.
"Your world," it announces, "is fucked up."
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He's not going to disagree there. He thinks it's screwed up, and what worst is that there's a whole new generation of people growing up thinking Heroes were cool. He had been planning to break the rules but here he was instead, waiting for the washer.
"There's a couple others from my world - they don't have abilities like mine, so no need to worry that they will turn things into different things like I can."
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Its eyes drift back to that transformed cushion. The thing that led to it having to learn about all of this in the first place. Ugh.
"So you turn...any thing into a different thing?" It does not sound very excited about this idea. In fact it seems just a bit worried.
Thing can have a very broad definition. SecUnit itself has been counted as a thing.
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It would be nice if it was but well, it was also nice to just make things different when he wants. Not that he would.
"But. If you're worried that I will turn you into a toaster or a broom don't be. I won't actually do that unless you attack me. I don't actively do that to anyone. Unless I'm under attack."
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Please don't turn it into a toaster or a broom. It doesn't want to be equipment for cleaning, or cooking human food.
(And yeah, it was still gonna be fucking worried about X. Because what he could do was...terrifying. And worse, SecUnit wasn't sure there was anything it could do about it, if he ever did turn hostile.)
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And even if he did meet some of the more extreme people stuck here, he wasn't going to immediately assume they will attack him. Even if they did, there was a good chance he could just snap himself to being less corporal. Kinda. He was still annoyed that he couldn't slip into the walls though.
"The drones are yours?"
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The drones look at X. SecUnit, however, does not.
"...Yes," it admits. "Don't change them."
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Mainly because he wasn't sure if it was a fellow Editor that was guiding them or the Library itself. He really wouldn't put it past any system to monitor them in all the ways that it could.
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And then it just kind of...sits there, an awkward mound of blankets in front of the machine. (This human isn't going to hang around the entire time SecUnit's clothes are being washed, is he? Shit. It hopes not.)